My weekly check to see which of my books are on sale… Julia’s Chocolates ($7.99 on kindle right now) was my first book. If this one didn’t sell, after many rejections, I was going back to teaching school.

This book is for people who would be comfortable reading a scene titled, “Breast Power Psychic Night,” and, “Your Hormones And You: Taking Cover, Taking Charge Psychic Night.”

It’s for people who would like a house in the country painted pink with a black door to ward off seedy men and giant ceramic pigs in the front named for men the owner doesn’t like.

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I shouldn’t have made these chocolate chip cookies at ten tonight.

I know I don’t NEED these cookies, but I have little personal control when it comes to overwhelming chocolate chip cookie cravings.

What finally made me grab the vanilla, sugar and flour you ask? What made me give in? A very scientific, fact-based, reasonable and rational prediction. Here it is:

I could get run over tomorrow in my suburban neighborhood by stampeding elephants. On my way up the golden staircase all I would think is, “Damn. I wish I’d baked those chocolate chip cookies.”

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I am continuing to look for beautifully simple or simply beautiful gifts in nature.

This one is from my garden, too.

Wishing you all a peaceful day.

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Okay. The Book Fairy is obviously in action.

A BUNCH of my books are on sale, on kindle, on Amazon.

I’ve never seen this many on sale at once, so the magic stardust has been sprinkled.

They are ALL less than eight bucks.

Yes, they all cost less than two mochas.

Take a look: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=cathy+lamb

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My new book, The Man She Married, is out October 30.

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Today is the day I must absolutely, positively, without a doubt, start writing my new book. Therefore, I am headed out to my garden in my geeky red gardening boots.

Soon I will be covered in dirt, muttering at my hellebore and cursing the bulbs that died this winter. I will be taking control of the weeds and showing them who’s boss. I will whack away at mean bushes that want to take over my yard like cackling dictators.

At the end of the day I will “remember” that I needed to write, and I will slap my forehead in consternation, but I will be “too tired,” and will write tomorrow. I will promise myself this.

Then I will gleefully wonder which new plants to buy this spring…

I am so impressed with procrastination skills. It has taken me decades to get this good. Happy gardening to all!

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I go to the Oregon coast to find peace.

Innocent Husband and I were here on Saturday on a date.

I was on a diet that day (torture) so of course we went to our favorite seafood place off a pier and had crab and shrimp sandwiches, clams with butter and garlic and garlic bread.

One must support the fishing industry, after all.

I looked for a chocolate dessert on the menu to support the chocolate industry but they didn’t have one. Please note that I did bravely make the effort.
Wishing you time in your own peaceful place.

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I’m having a book giveaway on my Facebook page today!

Like my page, scroll down, go to the pinned post with the cover of Such A Pretty Face and answer the question.

https://www.facebook.com/cathy.lamb.9/
Good luck!

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Innocent Husband put this book “Zen Golf, Mastering The Mental Game,” on my side of the bed last night.

This book MIGHT have appeared on the bed because I MIGHT have thrown my golf club the last time we golfed because the golf course was DELIBERATELY thwarting me and I MIGHT have said bad words in a loud voice.

I thought my temper was loooong buried and then I started golfing last year.

Why does golf light my hair on fire? And why in the world would Innocent Husband think that a little “Zen Talk” is going to help me? Chocolates, Innocent Husband. Chocolates. That’ll do it.

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