January 25

Mingus Mountain wakened this morning wrapped in shades of red. My computer was busy submitting stories for consideration—my usual morning—this morning it was short stories, others it is queries for my latest novel. I am an early bird so get to see the sunrise over the desert every morning. In the month I have been here in Cottonwood there has only been one cloudy day. Sorry my dear northern friends, I do check your temps every day and thank my gods I escaped. My objective, while I am here is to submit my latest novel to every suitable agent and/or publisher and cross my fingers that one will deem my work worth supporting. Say one for me. Sales for When Secrets Become Lies are slow but steady; the reviews so complimentary.

Once I work away for a few hours, I head off to the range that surrounds this area and walk/hike for a good hour or so. Of course it is winter here so the vegetation is dormant but still has its own beauty. My camera is usually slung around my neck just in case I see the perfect shot.

Mt dear little car that brought me across this vast country has been treated to washing and interior cleaning. For $15, I bought an unlimited number of washes and vacuuming— good until the end of February! Wish I could find a deal like that at home. She sure looks pretty sitting in the driveway. I am off to see the 'Darkest Hour' this afternoon and live from the Met on Saturday. I am one busy girl.