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Pull up a chair — the meeting’s already started.
This is what a Susan May Warren Fiction morning meeting looks like: three generations, one very small chairwoman running a tight agenda (JoJo does not tolerate rabbit trails), and enough coffee to reanimate the dead. Here’s our meeting minutes.
Agenda Item one: The garage lives.
So. Good news. The garage is insulated and ready for sheet rockers to arrive today.
You know that project I thought was done? Um, not so much. When we bid out the sheetrocking, the cost was much lower if we did the insulation ourselves. And now we know why.
I spent the weekend cutting insulation,
So, in my bible reading this week, I’m in Psalms 69.
It starts like this: Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me.
I just love David.
So Andrew and I snuck off to Iowa for the weekend to see his family, hang out with Jojo and the gang and then…came home feeling punky. You know the feeling. A little sick, the kind that requires a sofa, a blanket, and zero ambition.
Which is how we ended up watching The Sheep Detectives.
So, I’m back from an amazing ACFW conference, hanging out with all my author friends, brainstorming new novel ideas with my brilliant Sunrise Publishing authors, and eating way too much delicious food from the Peabody hotel.
But…this was one of their delicious desserts.
It’s a duck. A white chocolate duck that appears to be floating in a pool of its own blood!!
I can hardly believe this but… seven years of remodeling—SEVEN, (the biblical number of completion, which feels almost too on-the-nose)—we have reached the end of the Great House Project.
Okay, almost. Let’s not get too excited. But let’s say we’re on that final room. The Garage.
Now, if you’ve ever remodeled anything,
Here they are. My executive team. The people behind all the strategy in Susan May Warren Fiction.
I think the founder looks a little too caffeinated.
That’s my daughter, Sarah, (yes, that Sarah, who writes Hockey RomComs with me) and her lovely daughter Jojo. They’ve got their thinking caps on.
In truth,
Listen, I’m just sayin’ I’m not ready.
It can’t be the end of summer already! I still have more home projects, still need more rides in the T-top corvette, more summer nights by the fire table, more long walks to frogs chirruping in the marsh.
And wouldn’t you know it — now my garden decides to show up.
Oh, what a week.
Last week I got to do my very favorite thing— I hung out with my grandkids (and their parents! Also my favorite!) We spent the week at the pool, hit the Mall of America, wandered the Dakota County Fair, played approximately nine thousand games, and generally caught up with our favorite little humans.
Okay, I’m going to tell you a secret.
Today. Just now. I finished Book 3 of an epic new series I’ve been hinting at for weeks, and I simply cannot hold it in one more second: Roy and Ziggy: Against All Odds.
Seven books. All releasing in 2027. International,