The tote-around tube sock is down to the toe

A few stitches here and there - at the stop light, waiting in line at the bank, sitting through traffic jams, - and eventually it's time to start thinking about decreases. Not quite yet, but soon, soon.






I must apologize in advance to everyone now. I am going back to Weight Watchers and hoping to again loose the 30 pounds I put back on in the past three years. Portion control, Eating in moderation, and Snack discipline, are all problems for me. The apology is because I'm afraid I will be mentioning this a lot. If I start to dwell to the point of being boring, Please, please, don't just go away. Let me know! OK? That's what good friends do.

The folks across the street are ripping the shingles off their roof - by themselves! The young mother (maybe 30?) is ramrodding the process with a crew of what I think is her husband, his brother, their father, her father, her sister, and her sister's husband, and a whole passel of kids. I worry about the roof holding them all. And now it has started to rain again. Mercy on them! I count my blessings that I am not on the roof, in the rain, stripping off three layers of asphalt shingles. There, but for the grace of God goes any of us. I think I'll run over and offer them all knitted hats. I have a few sitting around.

Oh, you asked if I really need to come up with a title. Yes, I need to entice the publishers to read the book in the first place. A good working title indicates to them that I have the ability to write a good book. After all, there are only forty thousand other romance writers out there. I need everything I can get to make myself noticable. If I thought a red wig and four-inch high heels would help, I would be at Shoes for Less right now!

Who wants to test-read? There are four explicit sex scenes, and lots of titilation.