Thinking Of My Friends In Egypt & Australia

I've been posting this on social media, but since I haven't heard from Ola at all, I'm going to do so on the blog too:

 

Because the voices of Egypt have been silenced I want to help my dear friend Olivia Gates , who lives in Cairo, get word out about her new novel, TO TEMPT A SHEIKH.

 

http://www.eharlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=23098&cid

 

Ola is a good friend, whom I look forward to seeing every year at RWA.  We exchange stories, talk about food, and then I sniff with envy at all the beautiful Egyptian clothes she brings.  Ola writes sexy Sheikh stories for Harlequin and her book is now available.

 

I'm worried about her and hope she and her family are safe in Cairo.

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Then there is the monster cyclone that's going to hit Australia today.  Yasi is a Cat 5 Storm and Not To Be Trifled With.  I have many friends--writers, readers, and old acquaintances--who live there and I know I won't be hearing from them either while they batton down for the coming days.  I hope most of them have evacuated to a safe place, and they can't and are staying in their homes, I'm praying for their and their loved ones' (2- and 4- legged) safety.

 

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If you're in Egypt and in Australia, and are online, please let me know how you're doing!  Stay safe, friends.

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Living On A Prayer

Bad News.

The Alpha Male's going to have that re-surgery. The doctor is going in to bust up scar tissue. March 7. Spring Break. There goes my bikini time.

Seriously, though, this is going to be a painful, painful time for him. Even the therapists shudder at the thought. Prayers and healing thoughts, pleasepleaseplease? And pats on the head for me, pleasepleaseplease?

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It's Bike Week coming up here, ironically. You know, the cause of all this pain. Okay, that's dramatic, but you know what I mean. It's Da Lore/Lure of Da Bike. Wild and Free. Ruff and Tuff. And...Limping and Out Of Commission. 100,000 bikers descend down to Central Florida and rumble around in a vortex of leather and lace. I enjoy it but not on the highway or bigger roads. Wiping Floridian bugjuice splattered on the face is just not a sexy way to spend the day, you know?

For those who are here in town for the festivities, please drive carefully, whatever vehicle you're in. Because I know everything I need to know about busted kneecaps, 'kay?

I once read a romance book where the hero/heroine did the nasty while riding on a Harley. Uh-huh. Rrrrriiiigght ;-). That was one funny moment where I actually thought about the mechanics--feet shifting gears, one hand on the brake, the other pulling in the clutch. Looking ahead and paying attention to the road. No, wait a minute, the heroine is IN THE WAY and enthusiastically shaking the bike around. And let's not even think about when he closes his eyes in ecstasy.

Crrrashhh!

;-) Have you guys ever read any crazy impossible romantic antics in your books? Hey, whatcha talking about...seatbelts absolutely works great too!

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All Kinds of Pains

Whew! I think I'm recovered from last night ;-). It's been a long day today...wonder why?

This morning, I took out three more boxes of books and clothes. And a lamp. And whoooosh, they were gone within the hour. I never got to see who these people who love old school books and hard covers are, or I'd get a phone number so I can just call them up when I have a box ready, you know? Because it's just the beginning of my :::fisting my palm slowly::: wahr against the kudzu rebels, bwahahaha.

Strange how, by changing one's attitude--by looking at something at a different angle--a dull, totally uninspiring job (such as cleaning and dusting) can become a quest. If only I can take this newfound energy and channel it to pulverize my writer's block, LOL.

Talking about pulverizing...bad news. The Alpha Male's surgically-repaired knee is not bending to 90 degrees. The limb is hard as a baseball bat. The doctor told him if the physical therapy team can't get his knee to that angle by mid-March, he's going to reoperate, warning that, quote, "You're going to hate life if I do that." The head physical therapist dude, when he heard what the doctor said, comfirmed that the procedure would indeed be very, very painful afterwards.

"We'll have to get aggressive with the therapy," he said. "How much pain can you take?"

"How much can you give?" The Alpha Male asked.

"Oh, we have our ways."

So, during the next session at physical therapy, the Alpha Male discovered that he was given His. Own. Room. With a radio. It's to be turned up to drown out the screams.

Whoa.

And, they sent in their biggest physical therapist. His name? BUDDHA.

I really feel sorry for the Alpha Male, but I couldn't help thinking, wouldn't it be cool to tape his screaming session and then put it on my blog with the heading, WHY YOU SHOULDN'T RIDE A MOTORCYCLE? No pics. Just the screaming. I know, I know, I'm a sadist.

He has three weeks to get his leg to bend from 76 to 90 degrees, folks. Pray for me and him, please? Because you know if he has to undergo that second surgery, my life is going to be miserable too. I really don't need another thing to stress me out...it's only February!

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