One of my favorite games is to watch people who are out of earshot and try to identify what kind of conversation they’re having, based on their expressions. This can get me in trouble with whomever I’m dining with, but it’s hugely useful in writing. These days, when I go out, people’s faces are half-covered by masks. I miss people-watching. So now I’m trying to decide what my dogs are thinking…. maybe I’ll write a dog book next. Or maybe not.
Treating yourself in Quarantine
I will admit, this isn’t the healthiest diet, but this quarantine thing has really turned me upside down. A weird thing for someone who normally spends most days alone in the basement (by choice). But, forced isolation from friends and forced togetherness with family… well, that’s a whole different thing.
White Out in its natural habitat
It’s a strange thing to have a cold, snowy thriller coming out in July, but my husband and I took the earliest copies to Yellowstone National Park (which is as majestic in the winter as it is in the summer). Here, we took a long cross country ski and stopped to take pictures of White Out. Beautiful, isn’t she? Oh, yeah, Yellowstone, too. ;)