When Fiorella drove past the neighborhood cattle ranch recently, she noted that all the cows were facing the same direction as they industriously cropped the springtime grass--all but one, that is, who was catty-corner to the others. Wonder if her nick-name is Fio.
*
Fiorella was having lunch in Austin when hijo mayor got dropped off at the door, but he had his own key and by the time Fio got home, he'd spiffed up the riding lawn mower and put it up on eBay.
*
With Son accompanying her, Fiorella will talk to a probate lawyer this morning. Husband left her everything in his will, but that apparently isn't good enough for Uncle Sam. Fio feels like she's in a carnival funhouse and can't get out.
*
Fio's glancing through thebooks in her floor-to-ceiling bookcase to figure out which ones to keep and which ones to donate to her local RWA (Romance Writers of America). Her taste has changed over the years, of course. She liked harder-hitting books now, ones with a purpose.
*
And yes, after a four-year lull, Fio plans to start turning out books head over foot, and she hopes you will buy them, not only because it would be nice for her to have a few extra shekels lying around, but because she has important things to say that she thinks everyone should hear.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment