It's been a while since I've posted anything. This has been a challenging year, a lot going on...but nothing terribly inspirational. Or perhaps it's been inspirational in spite of itself? The biggest thing was an accident back at the end of February, when I tore the muscles, ligaments and tendons in my foot. And my ankle. And developed tendonitis in my ankle. The medical "professional" (and yes, the quotation marks are necessary!) I saw initially told me I'd be walking around again in three days.

Cut to six months later, and I'm still using a cane for anything more than walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. I'm mostly mobile again, at least, after weeks and weeks and weeks of having to crawl around because I couldn't put any pressure at all on the foot. So I'm grateful for that. I just hope my dreams of volunteering at the Pinnawela Elephant Orphanage in Sri Lanka aren't beyond my grasp now! As they say, "baby elephants need love, too." ♥

I haven't been writing as much as I'd like, though I do have an ebook called Serendipity out with Silver Publishing, a new publisher on the scene.

Jake Brown has always been content with his life on the family farm. When he learns his rock idol, the legendary Russ London, is making a tour stop nearby, Jake sneaks off to the city, planning a simple night of music and fun—but everything changes when a chance encounter in a coffee shop brings him face to face with Russ London himself.

When the show was over, after the crowd had demanded and received its encore, Jake left the club still grinning. He saw some of the girls going down an alleyway and followed them to the back entrance of the club. Surprisingly, they only had to wait a few minutes before the band came out. Russ was surrounded at once by girls asking for autographs and, no doubt, making offers in return. Jake hung back; somehow, he didn't want to ask for an autograph. It would be too anti-climactic or something. He already felt he was dampening the experience just by standing there, so he turned around and headed for the alleyway that would take him back to the street, the street that would take him back home—

"Jake!" Russ London's voice stopped him. He turned back and Russ stepped through the girls, face tilting up to make eye contact. "It's Jake, yeah?"

Jake's heart stopped beating for a moment, and nearly forgot to start again as he looked at Russ looking at him. "Yeah," he said at last.

"You need to be somewhere?" Russ asked. "'Cause if you're not doing anything," he grinned, shoulders rising in a slight, casual shrug, "why don't you hang with us? I owe you a drink, after all."

Jake couldn't stop grinning. "Sure!" He didn't know whether he was more excited because Russ had noticed the drink Jake had handed him during the set or because of the invitation itself.

As he followed Russ through the dwindling throng of fans, Jake couldn't help feeling the glances—some jealous, some merely curious—that the girls were casting in his direction. Hands shoved in his pockets with what he hoped was nonchalance, he watched Russ sign the last few autographs and endure a small explosion of flashbulbs.

Then he was following Russ again, this time onto the tour bus.

Looks like Amazon only has the Kindle edition, but it's available in multiple formats at the publisher's site.

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I'm glad that everything's okay (for personal values of okay) and I'm sorry to hear about your ankle, that kind of thing is no fun at all. I shall keep my fingers crossed that you get to see your elephants, it sounds like a fantastic thing to do.

Merry =^..^=

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Thanks very much, Merry! I have my fingers crossed for the elephants, too. I don't remember how I stumbled across the volunteer opportunity, but I haven't been able to get it out of my head.

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Good to see you again *hugs*. Will we get to meet again at YCon next month?

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I don't think I'll be attending the con itself, unless something remarkable comes up like a guest of honor I'm desperate to see and a giant bag of money falling from the sky to pay for the whole thing.

But I do want to come down on one of the days and hang out in the lobby with similar-minded folks, and you're on my list of people to see. Threat or promise--you decide. ;)


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