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New Voice in Romance Winner! Do I look happy? Because I sure was! This photo was taken the very day I received this fabulous mounted poster of my cover. The winners (I tied with the very talented Kate Lyon) was announced at the Romantic Times convention in Kansas City on October 17, 2003. The perfectly lovely Julianne MacLean accepted the poster for me, then had the concierge FedEx it to me from Kansas City to Fredericton, New Brunswick.
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Multi author book signing This is me (right) with the lovely Deborah Hale (left), at a multi-author booksigning at the Chapters Bookstore in Moncton, New Brunswick on Sept.11/04. Deborah writes historicals for Harlequin Historicals, and fantasies for LUNA. Lending a little glamour to this 28-author "Parade of Authors" was the attendance of The Honourable Herménégilde Chiasson, New Brunswick's Lieutenant-Governor, who stayed for over two hours, talking personally with every author present.
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My guy, Bandy This guy is an SPCA rescue. If their guesstimate of his age when we adopted him was accurate, he's fourteen. He'd been rescued from an abusive household, and he's got the incomplete dentition to prove it. He's been my inseparable companion for 9 years. In April of 2005, he injured his ACL (anterior cruciate ligament). Already arthtitic, and with a heart murmur and compromised liver, he's not a candidate for surgery. But happily, there's a company in Halifax that makes K9 orthotics. Bandy is shown here modelling his new stifle orthotic. If you're interested in reading more about this technology, check out this site. |
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Noodlers in Dallas This is my Golden Heart finalling class of 2003 (aka the Wet Noodle Posse) at the 2004 Romance Writers of America conference in Dallas. That's me, second from the left in the back row (natch). We had eight members of the 2003 class repeat by finalling in the 2004 Golden Heart contest, and three of them won their categories. Specificall, Debra Harder, Trish Milburn and Nadele Jacobs, who are sitting 2nd, 3rd and 4th from the left in this photo. |
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My workspace I wish I could say my office always looks this tidy! On this occasion, my much more talented sisters helped me spruce the place up in anticipation of a photo for the local newspaper. I wish you could see the bouquet on the left, made from their extensive gardens and my lesser beds. It was beautiful. The tall bouquet in the corner is false goatsbeard. |
Quiet Corner This is one corner of my fenced back yard. It's still early in the season, so nothing is up very high, and the grass has yet to burn out! When I get around to posting photos from my sisters' gardens, this will look pretty sad, but I do love it. |
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Rats, rats, rats! Here's my new rat, Elliott (top.) He was a rescue in the true sense. After Joe and Squee (bottom) departed this mortal coil, I was resolved not to have any more rats. Their lives are just too painfully short. But no sooner did I make that resolution than I was contacted by a local man who'd found my website by Googling "Fredericton" and "Rats". A fellow-Frederictonian, he'd come home from grocery shopping one February day to find a black and white hooded rat shivering in a pile of leaves by his door step. He rescued the little guy, who would have frozen in short order, then set about trying to find a home for him. Sucker that I am, I agreed to take him, once Squee, who was then desperately ill, left us. Squee fought a valiant fight, but eventually succumbed. Whereupon we adopted Mr. Rat, who was quickly renamed Elliott (after the very talented and tragic songwriter Elliott Smith). Elliott is proving to be fabulously more neurotic than his namesake, but he is a character.
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And still more rats! Time having marched on since I posted the pic of Elliott above, I must report he died just before Christmas of 05. Poor little guys are very tumor prone, and he had a mass in his abdomen. Of course, I couldn't let Christmas pass without rats, so we acquired two more. Jayne and Wash are handsome little guys.. They were about 6 weeks old in this photo, and make a nice handful for my daughter.
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