Exercising while writing takes talent I don’t seem to have. I tried walking on the treadmill and typing and it worked great. If any of you are writers, you’ll nod when I say I feel nothing while in the corporeal realm when running around in my inner landscape. However, smell seems to cross the barrier as, it turns out, using the machine for miles and hours at low speed burns up the motor. Apparently, I was supposed to run but I tried that and produced only one haiku.
At any rate, I got a great workout hefting that pig out of the basement and to the dump. Back at my desk, I mostly sit on a big ball – no training wheels. It helps keep the muscles and joints moving and makes for some hilarity during BTS dance (bounce) breaks, but I don’t break a sweat. I’ve had fits of finger flurry, typing 5-6K words in a good day, but only my fingers get buff. No, writing novels is a sedentary pursuit that can kill you if you don’t simply push away from the keyboard.
That’s what I did this summer. Set up an amazing jungle gym (reference garden pix), and found some sort of balance, and on that note, I’m feeling confident my next novel will be out soon. A Witch in the Mill, a cozy mystery, adventure, mature romance, takes off where A Groomsmen in the Grave left us. In the 9th installment of 12-book Admiral Inn series, I continue the arc of June Faust’s personal evolution during one incredible year of chaos and discoveries while she navigates run-away success at her Admiral Inn, and the personalities of her small town neighbors, all the while, reluctantly taking on a case with no clues, no crime, no timeframe, no location, and no method. That said, Sam Cross is still dead.
I’ll keep y’all posted!


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