I’ve been doing lots of waiting lately. In the meantime, I’ve been:
Writing: The first chapter of my new book. Actually I’ve been doing so much research and planning that I’m only doodling with actual narrative, a line here, a snatch of dialogue there. I’m definitely an outliner and I need a detailed plan with a lot of associated research and background before my stories form themselves into write-down-able words. The upside of this is that once the characters and setting and shape of the story are firmly fixed in what passes for my mind, the words themselves pour out.
Reading: actually re-reading. The World is Not Enough by Zoë Oldenbourg. Originally published in French as Argile et Cendres, translated into English by Willard R. Trask. One of my favorite historical novels of all time.
Also reading: Mary of Guise in Scotland, 1548-1560: A Political Career, by Pamela E. Ritchie. One of those satisfying combinations of reading for research and reading for pleasure.
Cooking: sautéed chicken breasts to be sliced over salads. I think I’ve discovered the secret to perfect tender sautéed chicken breasts: marinate or season to taste, then sauté the presentation side on high heat for three to four minutes, depending on the thickness of the breast. Creates beautiful color. Then reduce heat to low, turn the breast over, cover, and cook the second side twice as long as you did on the first side. Remove from pan and let rest for five minutes or so before slicing.
Eating: well, drinking, actually. A delicious wine sent to me by my friend, mystery writer Dana Fredsti. It’s Chariot’s Gypsy 2007, a blend of Cabernet Sauvignon, Petite Sirah, Zinfandel and Sangiovese from California vineyards. Unfortunately we don’t have Trader Joe’s in Texas, or this would become my co-favorite red wine with Roditis.
Walking: early mornings and late evenings because of the 100° heat. There’s nothing like walking with a beagle or two to take one’s mind off… well… waiting.




I just spent a bit of time visiting with Raffie. Though I never met him, he feels like an old friend. You and I were both losing a pet at the same time, and I recall the good advice you shared with me, and the empathy we had for each other. It was so hard. I know you still miss Raffie every day, as I miss Catfish, and now Buckwheat.
I don’t think you could have posted a more loving tribute to such a fine boy. He was all you say he was, and more. I couldn’t help crying a few tears for you both as I meandered through the pictures. Your love for him still shines, and from the light in his eyes, I know the feelings are still mutual. True love never dies.
I was so touched to hear that you see him now and again. Both of my babies are buried in the back yard, and every once in a while as I pass by the kitchen window, in my peripheral vision, I’ll see one of them sitting out in the garden. But then, when I stop and look head on, he’s not there.
Blessings and comfort to you both until you meet again.
The beagle picture is adorable! And I’m just so pleased you love the wine!
I’m so glad you enjoyed the pictures. It’s been almost two years (two years!) and I still miss Raffie dreadfully. I remember very vividly how we both struggled through our losses and did our best to support each other. Thank you for your comforting thoughts… I will always wish you the same.
I finished it last night. Yummmmm! I shared with the Broadcasting Legend (albeit a bit grudgingly) and he thought it was terrific as well.