Guest Blogger: Emma Morgan, a character from MURDER ON MUSIC ROW
It seems like it has been forever since my last post. For some reason, Loralee seems to think she can post on my week as well as hers.
I’ve not raised too much of a ruckus because I’ve been busy with my two daughters. They love to hang out at my mother’s house—she has a pool—and we enrolled them in day camp at the Adventure Science Museum. When they aren’t busy with those activities, I’ve tried to make special memories for them with at home art projects, cooking together, and a few cultural things slipped in without their knowledge. They also love to go with me to the Farmers’ Market and we’re trying to go organic. It’s not as easy as it sounds.
The only reason I beat Loralee to posting today is because she’s probably still asleep. She and Nan went a little crazy last week at the CMA Fest. I wasn’t surprised at Loralee, but Nan . . . she usually has more sense than that. They called me an old fuddy-dud because I wouldn’t go out with them. But I’d prefer we act our age (thirty-five) than act like a bunch of teenagers away from their parents’ supervision for the first time.
Nan’s worked all week so I don’t think she’s been staying out late the last few nights—she’s more responsible than that—but Loralee, now that’s another story altogether. Loralee is a singer/songwriter and those folks keep strange hours anyway. Sometimes she is so zany I wonder if we made a mistake asking her to be a godmother to our girls. Of course we asked Nan, and, at the time it seemed like the thing to do. Don’t get me wrong; Loralee has a heart of gold. It’s just the common sense she’s lacking.
Regardless, it allowed me blog today. We’re all three ready to get our book published and Kay says she’s ready to start the query process. Of course we’ve heard this before and she’s pulled back to polish some more. That book must be as polished as Loralee’s toenails. Keep your fingers crossed she’ll actually do it this time because we are all anxious for you to follow the antics of our book.
I’d better run. I’ve got to pick the girls up from my mom’s and we’re heading to the farmer’s market before we go home to start dinner. There’s always a huge mess when they “help,” but it’s worth it to spend such quality time together.
I hope all of you are having a spectacular summer. I’ll see you on a future Friday. Maybe it won’t be so long between posts this time.