December

December December and how perfectly seasonal the weather is, hey? Check out the photo taken from the window here, frosty and cold, Brrrr. I haven’t ventured far at all in the last week because when I open the front door, it’s like opening the fridge door! In fact, it may be warmer in the fridge. All the cats are in too, lying under various radiators. They’re not daft. Well, actually they are but they do know how to find a warm spot. Perfect weather though for doing a rewrite and that’s just what I’ve been doing – adding the final touches to Catwalk Queen, book three in the Million Dollar Mates series, ready to go off to my editor next week.  After that, it’s book four, Golden Girl. In the meantime, I’ve been listening to Christmas CD’s, the old fashioned ones. They make me feel very nostalgic for the perfect Christmas created in all the old movies. So yes, I want everyone to happy, it’s snowing, there’s a big fire and folk are coming back from the war, one leg short but ‘appy and the Little Women are giving their Christmas lunch to the poor but have a big feast in the end and Clarence, the angel gets his wings and James Stewart lives another day and Bing sings White Christmas and doesn’t care he’s snowed in and no-one falls on the ice. Oh yes, I want to live in a black and white movie. In the meantime, it’s a white movie with the snow everywhere, life is good and I’m looking forward to spending Christmas with good friends then family in the New Year. Paparazzi Princess will be out on January 6th and off I go into 2011 with a book tour starting January 17th. Where and when will be posted on the micro-site. I think some people don’t realise that there’s a micro-site for the Million Dollar Mates series. It’s connected to my main site and all you have to do is look where it’s says, check out my latest book and there’s a label saying click here to visit the website. That takes you through. So that’s it for now. I might go and see if I can find the Christmas decorations now. The cats love them and usually try and eat the tinsel. They’re a strange lot, Love Cathy X

view out of the window, Brrrr...