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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
June Gloom
In Southern California, the first summer month of June is better known for its "gloom," rather than for turning on the heat. Most visitors to the state don't realize this temperature fact and leave disappointed.
Earlier this month, we hosted a family of five from Denmark. Yep -- two adults and three more kids (in addition to our two) for two weeks. Despite the overcast skies and a major remodel of the kitchen, dining room and 2nd bath, we survived.
Now that the guests have left, the weather's heating up, the building is done and summer has officially begun, we're ready to get into the spirit of vacation.
Any hot trips planned? The end of July will bring me to RWA Nationals in Orlando. And, talking about the heat ...
Earlier this month, we hosted a family of five from Denmark. Yep -- two adults and three more kids (in addition to our two) for two weeks. Despite the overcast skies and a major remodel of the kitchen, dining room and 2nd bath, we survived.
Now that the guests have left, the weather's heating up, the building is done and summer has officially begun, we're ready to get into the spirit of vacation.
Any hot trips planned? The end of July will bring me to RWA Nationals in Orlando. And, talking about the heat ...
Monday, June 14, 2010
First Review for PHYSICAL EDUCATION
Read what Happily Ever After Reviews says about PHYSICAL EDUCATION:
"Ms. Bacio cleverly crafts a world of wicked pleasure and mystery that pulls the reader in to this erotic thriller."
To read more, visit HEA Reviews.
"Ms. Bacio cleverly crafts a world of wicked pleasure and mystery that pulls the reader in to this erotic thriller."
To read more, visit HEA Reviews.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Book Release: Physical Education
No more teachers. No more books. Learn your lessons at Sex University with my debut novel: PHYSICAL EDUCATION. Available now through Ravenous Romance!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Distractions ...
Distractions from life can come in many different forms. Whether it's distractions from life itself, such work taking precedence over time with children, or distractions from writing.
A dog barking
A telephone ringing
An email waiting
A saw charging
As I write this post, we're undergoing an elaborate remodel. What started as a simple installing new tile in the kitchen has resulted in completely gutting the kitchen and hall bath. I'm located outside, in a trailer, hiding out. The neighbors have asked if we're going on a vacation. No, just a vacation from life.
Inside, I can hear a radio blaring, and an electric screwdriver (at least from the sound of it) steadily drilling a hole ever few seconds.
Above, an airplane flies by. Someone whistles.
Distractions abound. But, I continue to focus, reveling in the alone time and the silence.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a red spot moving. A lady bug has found its way inside. It's no place for it to live. After coaxing it onto a tissue, I carry it outside and place it on the rose bushes, stopping to smell their blooming scent of spring.
Ah, distractions.
A dog barking
A telephone ringing
An email waiting
A saw charging
As I write this post, we're undergoing an elaborate remodel. What started as a simple installing new tile in the kitchen has resulted in completely gutting the kitchen and hall bath. I'm located outside, in a trailer, hiding out. The neighbors have asked if we're going on a vacation. No, just a vacation from life.
Inside, I can hear a radio blaring, and an electric screwdriver (at least from the sound of it) steadily drilling a hole ever few seconds.
Above, an airplane flies by. Someone whistles.
Distractions abound. But, I continue to focus, reveling in the alone time and the silence.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a red spot moving. A lady bug has found its way inside. It's no place for it to live. After coaxing it onto a tissue, I carry it outside and place it on the rose bushes, stopping to smell their blooming scent of spring.
Ah, distractions.
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