Earlier this year I wrote a blog about phobias and shared my fear of slimy creatures: herpetophobia, “a morbid fear of reptiles and similar vertebrates, such as amphibians.”
As with all phobias, it’s not my choice to let these slippery things give me the heebie-jeebies. They just do.
I was reminded of that the other night when the Norwegian and I were trying to enjoy a nice dinner on the patio (We’re in Florida and the weather is mild here right now). Since it’s cooler out, I decided to brave the patio again (I haven’t sat out there since April when that tree frog jumped on my head and got caught in my hair). But I figured it was time – and I thought it was too cool for frogs.
I thought wrong.
The Norwegian and I were sitting there eating our turkey chili and sipping our wine when I looked up and saw the amphibian interloper perched above the window behind the Norwegian’s chair. The frog hadn’t been there when we first sat down to dinner. Because of maneuvers like that, I’ve named him Jason, after the killer in the FRIDAY the 13th movies. Jason the frog has this uncanny ability to just appear from out of nowhere and only terrorizes me at night (when I take the dog out). Since we were almost finished with dinner, and I could make eye contact with the little bugger, I forced myself to stay at the table until we were done. It was excruciating and my sweet husband clearly sensed my anguish despite how I tried to act like I was fine.
I had some work to do after we came inside, and I retreated to the sanctuary of my Jason-free office. About an hour later, the Norwegian walked in looking quite smug.
“What’s up,” I asked.
“He won’t be bothering you anymore.”
“I beg your pardon…?”
“I trapped the frog in a box,” he said. “I took him down the street and around the corner and released him in the back of the wooded area. He’ll never find his way back here.”
This had clearly taken some effort (and I kinda wished I could have watched from a safe distance). I was so touched. I told him it was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. He was my Frog Prince, my real-life romance hero.
Even so, I’m a little skittish worrying that one night when I least expect it, I’ll turn around to come inside after taking the dog out back for last call and (cue the horror movie music) Jason will have appeared from out of nowhere and be splayed across the sliding glass door.
For now, I will concentrate of how sweet it was of my hubby to do that for me. What’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?
I’ll draw a winner from all who post and give away an e-copy of one of my backlist books.
Also, I’m trying something new with my February release. I will give away free advanced reading copies to twenty-five readers who will agree to write and post a review of the book on Amazon. If you’re interested, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org. The books should arrive in the next month or so.
Mary Anne Landers. Congrats! I’ll be in touch, Mary Anne.
is Marcy Shuler! Congratulations, Marcy! If you’ll send your address to me at KOBrien@aol.com, and tell me which book in the Bell River series you’d like, I’ll get it sent out to you as soon as possible.
Thanks so much for stopping by to talk about the sweet rides we remember so fondly!
For some reason lately I’ve gotten into the “Spring Cleaning” mode just as the snow is about to fall. Which worked out, because I wanted to do this post and taking pictures of my work area might be embarrassing otherwise.
A little history first. I started writing in 1996 and sold my first book in 1999. For those first few years, my “office” was a corner in the bedroom. The computer was on a lower shelf (not a desk) and on the shelf above it was a dot matrix printer. When the paper came out of the printer, it would either A) fall on the floor, B) fall on my head or C) I would catch each sheet. Ahhhh, the good old days.
Shortly around the time that I sold, we did some home remodeling and what should have been a spare bedroom became my office. I now have a touchscreen Samsung computer–with a screen size that used to be reserved for television sets–and a laser printer. My Brother printer spits out SEVENTEEN pages per minute and NONE of those pages fall on my head. I consider this exceptional progress.
When I moved from the corner to the spare bedroom-turned-office, I decided my book covers would be my office art. Thankfully I continued to sell (37 sales and counting) or my walls would have been pretty bare. I also keep a copy of all my books, including all the foreign editions in a bookcase in my office. If you have eagle eyes and notice all the children’s books…yes, I have a collection of books from my childhood. They never fail to make me smile when I see them. So many good memories.
I have a good amount of desk space when it’s not cluttered with papers and post-it notes that I write to myself to remind me of different points in my current work-in-progress.
What I really like about my office space is it feels like home to me. I can sit down at any of the day or night and do what I love to do best…write. It doesn’t get any better!
And, just in case you’re wondering, my latest release is One Night With The Doctor.
Tell me about your office space and you’ll be entered into a drawing with a chance to win a copy of :
The blog has been hijacked today but a Cat Lovers Facts. To be honest it’s something my husband started for his cat loving friends one of which is our own Nancy Robards Thompson! He collects the photos from social media and then forwards them. So for your viewing pleasure:
The real Soft Kitty:
Star Trek Kitty:
I read your story and it’s purrfect Kitty.
Haute Couture Kitty:
Cat Lovers thanks you for your time! I hope you have a wonderful weekend.