I seem to be always
celebrating one of my grandchildren, which just proves that they all take after
their grandmother and are exceptional. This is my Tomball granddaughter Morgan
Helene who just earned her black belt. She’s been studying karate long and hard
for several years, and I’m proud of her accomplishment and her perseverance.
Morgan will be 12 in August. Why are they all growing up so fast?
Rolling, rumbling
thunder woke me about one o’clock this morning and went on off and on the rest
of night, often but not always keeping me awake. In one of those awake spells
I had a eureka moment about the new novel I’m working on. I have about 10,000
words written, but I have no idea who the murder victim is, nor the killer. Not
sure about motivation. Last night I got bits and pieces that mean going
back and planting some info, plus an overall idea about who did what why. I did
something I never, ever do—got out of bed and made notes. Usually I rely on my
memory, but this was really good stuff, and I was afraid to trust it to morning’s
recollection. So first thing this morning I was transcribing those notes,
hoping they made a modicum of sense. I’m still far away from putting much of
that new information to use, but now I have a clearer picture of the road
ahead. This rainy, dark day is a good one to spend at the computer.
My children used
to have nanny/housekeeper who would say the weather was “fairing off.” That’s
what it did, and as it brightened so once again did my disposition. Lovely to
have it cool all day.
Dinner tonight at the
lovely home of friends in Weatherford. They are collectors who actually
own a small museum, but their house is also a museum. Being in it is a treat,
as was the delicious dinner. But conversation was central to the evening. I
like to think I have intellectual friends, but I don’t usually go to dinner
parties where the conversation is this passionate, learned, and lively. Many
opinion, some different. The topic was politics and current events and the mix
of the two , and I found it fascinating. Another reason to feel fortunate.
Out past my
bedtime. Night all.
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