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FEBRUARY 25, 2003: But hey, I bet you know what's really got my engine revved, right? (drum-roll Maestro) Getting Lucky is finally hitting the shelves, and we don't even have to wait until March 1st! It's in the stores as we speak. I am so excited about the release of this book I'm about ready to wet my drawers. I'll contain myself if y'all promise to run out and score a copy so you can see for yourselves what's got me all a-dither. But I gotta tell you, that's just plain tough to do when the alternative is Depends. DECEMBER
1, 2002: Can you believe it's that season again already? I'm singing the same old song I always belt out this time of year-- where the heck have all the months gone? I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Mine was fabulous. I made my pumpkin pies and joined my family for a day of conversation, laughing, eating far too much, and playing with kids, all of which number among my favorite activities. So, is everyone all geared up for Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Winter Solstice-- whichever hits your particular beliefs or fancies? Not much time until those arrive, huh? I'm making inroads, but there's still so much to do. One of my pleasures this season is knowing that ON THIN ICE hits the shelves the first week of December. I hope you'll take a few hours out of your hectic schedule to kick back and enjoy this reissue of my romantic suspense. Happy holidays, everyone. We'll talk again next year! ~Susan
SEPTEMBER
3, 2002: I can't
believe it's September already. Got home last night from Labor Day weekend
spent in eastern Washington--where it's hot, hot, hot, let me tell ya--
and realized SHADOW DANCE hits the shelves
today. Holy moly-- where did the summer go? With warmest regards, ~Susan
Greetings everyone! JANUARY 2002: It's been a busy month in the Andersen household. How is it you can go months without an invitation anywhere, and then suddenly be hit with more engagements than can possibly be squeezed into your schedule? It must be Murphy's Law, or something. The soul mate and I are generally the homebody type, but this month we shopped 'til we dropped, went to a couple of parties, and gave a couple. In addition, I attended a fun girls' night get-together with a couple of new friends and went to my mother's annual Ladies Tea (at which a drop of tea has yet to be served) to catch up with old ones. A family emergency prevented us from getting together with the usual suspects for the annual Christmas Tree Kill, but we did get to go skiing, and trust me, this is a rare event before the first of the year in my little corner of the world.
OBSESSED spent 3 weeks on the Waldenbook's list, 2 of them at #4, which isn't too shabby for a reissue in December. And now HEAD OVER HEELS is about to hit the shelves. I'm excited about this book, and it's my dearest wish you'll bop out to get your own copy and enjoy reading it as much as I did creating it. Meanwhile, the New Year promises begin. I won't eat so much chocolate, I won't eat so much chocolate· What do you suppose my chances are of sticking to that one? I hope your holidays --whether Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or a real knee-walking New Year's Eve blowout-- were spectacular. And may 2002 be a year filled with good health (very important!) peace, and prosperity. HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION SEPTEMBER 2001: Did this summer fly by, or what? I could swear the neighborhood kids just got out of school, but here they are, back in class again. It was so beautiful around here while it lasted, though, and I got to take two vacations. Well, one was a working holiday-- I spent a week in New Orleans attending the Romance Writers of America's national convention. A lot of schmoozing and networking is done there, and for a woman who's basically an introvert, that's not always relaxing. On the other hand, I got to see friends I only talk with over the Internet for the rest of the year, got to sight see, and eat? My, oh, my-- the food in New Orleans is to die for. It was my second week spent away from the home office, though, that was my real R & R. My family's had a summer place on the canal since I was a little kid. It has no phone and no TV, so when you go there you can really get away. I got to read two books, Suzie Enoch's SCANDAL, which kicked serious booty, and Dave Berry's BIG TROUBLE, which was hysterically funny. Got to spend time with two of my favorite women, too: my cousin Colleen and my best friend Mimi. I went kayaking, went shopping one day when the weather wasn't spectacular, held babies, and ate waaay too much. Did anyone else see the meteor showers? Thursday of our vacation, the soul mate, Mimi, and I ended up lying on our backs on chaise lounges on the deck at about eleven o'clock at night, staring up at the sky. It was so quiet you could hear seals breathing and occasionally barking out on the mussel dock (which is a scandal I won't go into) and there were like a bazillion stars and some of the biggest meteors I've ever seen in my life. They'd voom across the sky with the longest, whitest tails. We were out there for hours. I think Mimi had it right when she said stargazing was probably the first television. She headed home Friday, and that night, the soul mate and I were back on the deck, looking up at the sky once again. But it was Friday night. Kids screamed up on the bluff, people partied down the beach, dogs barked. And we only saw maybe four shooting stars. It wasn't quite the same.
DECEMBER 2000: It's been a crazy time in the Andersen household. For nearly thirty years I've longed for a second bathroom in our 1916 Craftsman-style house, and this is the year the soulmate and I decided I'd finally get one. Somebody just shoot me right now. It was a classic case of Be Careful What You Wish For, because in order to get the good stuff, one must of course first live through the actual construction process. This wasn't a simple remodel. (Are they ever?) Our upstairs has slanted ceilings, which are very charming and very picturesque... unless you actually desire a bathroom in which you stand upright. To solve this problem we decided to have a dormer built on the south side to match the one on the north. Oh, my. As with all home improvement projects, what could go wrong did go wrong. We had some great guys working on it, but this was major construction. load-bearing beams between the floors to brace the dormer did a number on the lath and plaster in several downstairs rooms. One of the workers slipped off a joist and put his foot through the existing bathroom ceiling, which loosened years of accumulated soot that had escaped the old flue that once ran through the middle of the house. All the custom shelving in my office closet had to be torn out to run the plumbing up, and they also had to tear apart- well, I won't bore you with the details. But, writing? HAHAHAHA! And did I mention that the soulmate was nowhere to be found while all this was going on? Oh, sure, he said he'd scheduled that start-up project in Alaska long before we signed on for the new construction. And to be fair, he did get home in time to put in the tile floor. Still. I have my suspicions. But, hey, I never could hold a grudge worth a darn, and eventually everything put back together. And oh, oh, oh! I'm now the proud owner of finest kind bathroom in all writerdom! When Emily gets my photo page up I'll have to post a coupla pics, so you can judge for yourself. Meanwhile, thank God for laptops. You can find me these days living in my clawfoot tub. I just may never come out again. Happy Holidays, everyone! ~Susan
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