Yesterday we spotted giant cranes from the bedroom window about 5 miles off in the distance. Curiosity caused us to drive out to them. They appear to be putting up antennas. Tom said it could be for either radios or cell phones. I hope they’re for cell phones as the service out here sucks. Hardly anyone listens to radios anymore anyway. It’s all satellite now, and DJs are becoming as obsolete as checks are.

Still no mail or calls from Paula, nor do I desire to call or write her. For what? Just to hear her ramble on about the sick cocks in her life and ask a million favors? Well, I’m nobody’s slave! People fail to realize that I’m a person with needs, too. Meaning, I need to eat and pay bills too, so if they want to pay me to do this and to do that for them, then fine. If not, I’ll spend my time and energy on other things.

The puzzles finally got a bid. I was getting worried there for a minute. Things are actually selling quite well. Perhaps this is why we’re not winning on tickets. I have money vibes for April, and I sure as hell hope it’s connected to selling the house! Tom says April sounds logical, but logical things don’t always happen in this world, so we’ll see. My vibes are still leaning toward late April, though.

When we find land that’s promising, Tom will check to find out if it’s between any military bases. The boomers we got here are flying from Luke Air Force Base to a firing range in Tucson, and we’re right in the middle of their flight path.

Yesterday I finished College Romance and now I’m working on Angel Eyes. It’ll be a long, long time before it’s done. When it is, I’ll be on to another cool story idea I had about a little girl shuttled from foster home to foster home. The story won’t have a gay or straight theme. The central character will be this poor abused little girl with powers similar to mine who’ll make those who abuse her pay dearly.

My last book turned out to be part mystery, part romance. Ashley and Katelyn end up in the same dorm house together along with conceited Dalene, shy Rose and then Nicolette, who isn’t exactly shy, but a bit on the quiet side, preferring to keep to herself. While Ashley and Katelyn fall in love, murders occur on campus. In the end, Ashley and Katelyn discover the killer is Rose, who feels like an outcast in society.

A part of me thinks how cool it’d be to have this next story magically written the way I want it written and to be able to read it without knowing it like I’d know it had I written it myself. On the other hand, that’d take a lot of the fun out of it. It’s fun writing the stories. That’s why I do it. If I wanted to just read them, I’d read other people’s books only.