I’m at the Riskies today talking films and such.

So, yeah.

At the Riskies, being all kinds of stealthy (not really).

And, just for MR:

Today is Friday, so I am at the Riskies, quoting text and talking veggies. You know, the usual.

For a second, her mind seized on the crazy thought that this could be Douglas coming home. That the letter informing her of his death had been a mistake, and he was finally coming back to her.

Until she saw that the man at the door was at least six inches taller than Douglas had been, with short-cropped dark blond hair rather than the chestnut brown that Douglas had kept long out of vanity. The man, however, was dressed similarly to the way Douglas was the last time she’d seen him–a uniform of indeterminate color, clearly dusty from travel.

Hey, at the Riskies today. Like I was Wednesday, only I forgot to say here. Oopie.

Back to revising the ms. that features Clive as the hero. So, just ’cause, here:

Just call me the Flitterer. Because I am on hiatus again here for a bit, then–come September 8–you’ll be sick of me.

Meanwhile, hie on over to the Riskies and see the Beach Fun.

Head over to the Riskies and view my voracious reading plan for my next jaunt.

And, just for fun:

Over there talking about plain Jane heroines and the gorgeous men who love them.

Swing by the Riskies to find out how you can do some good for your library.

Talking Random Capitalization at the Riskies today. Go There!

I am at the Riskies today, talking Abba and Waterloo.