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Susie‘s still off in New Zealand and this time, she’s reporting back with tales of all the yummy food she’s been eating.
Apparently that second picture is a food called “Bubble and Squeak.” Why it’s called that, since it looks pretty much like a perkins country skillet? Your guess is as good as mine.
Surprise! It’s Sarah tuning in because Susie has done it again. She’s gone some place fun and exciting! And not just any place, she’s gone to the place of all places…Middle Earth!
That’s right! Right now, Susie and Andrew are enjoying hobbit parties, and second breakfast, and elevensies, and tea time…And I know what you’re thinking- How could Susie and Andrew try to leave Sarah AGAIN?
By the time you read this, I am on a plane headed to New Zealand — yes, THAT New Zealand — for a research and business trip. And yes, Hobbiton is absolutely on the itinerary.
(this is me as a Hobbit according to ChaptGpt. Thankyou. Thank you very much…)
I’ve been packing for weeks (okay,
I dunno who is more excited, me or Jo…but yes, it’s party time!
Jojo living her best life.
IT’S LAUNCH DAY FOR RENEGADE!
The town of Renegade, Colorado is officially open for business, and I am so excited to introduce you to it.
What town,
So, just a quick note today, with a hot request and a link to a FREE BOOK!
Can you help a gal out?
Please, Jojo says…
We’re launching a fun new collection at Sunrise Publishing this fall—cozy romances set in the fictional town of Maple Lake, Minnesota. I’m writing the first one,
So, to simplify, let’s start with this.
We just wanted to go to our nephew’s wedding.
Now, I’m going to add that at this said wedding, our grandchildren would be attending, so that’s important to know.
Now, we’ll back up. One of our family values is to Show Up.
It’s happening.
The hunt I’ve been promising you? The one I’ve been not-so-subtly teasing for approximately forever?
IT STARTS NOW.
THE HUNT FOR ALAN MARTIN is officially launched.
Four elite operatives. Four corners of the world. One man who can’t stay hidden forever.
You’ve watched Alan Martin wreak havoc across my books—plotting to assassinate a president,
So I spent the weekend on my knees. And no, not in prayer—though there was some of that, too, mostly in the form of “Lord, please let this grout line be straight.”
We finally finished the bathroom floor. FINISHED. As in, hexagonal tile laid, grouted, and looking like something out of a home magazine (if that magazine also featured a middle-aged woman groaning every time she stood up).
I need you to look at this photo.
Sarah sent me this the other day, and I about died. That is my granddaughter. At Sarah’s desk. On Sarah’s keyboard. Looking like she’s about to bang out a three-book deal before bedtime.
I mean, of course this child is already claiming the writing desk.
So there we were Sunday night, standing outside like the true Space Coast locals we are, watching a rocket scream across the sky.
Fun, right?
But that wasn’t even the only thing that launched on Sunday. Because earlier that day, THESE guys happened:
TEAM USA TOOK HOME THE GOLD.