Letters Books Paradise Author Events Readers Photos Reviews Press Home   Slap me. It really is 2007 isn't it? If this year is anything like last year I know I am going to have to install an extra seatbelt in the car and right here on this chair by my computer. And I say with a hearty laugh - bring it on…~~!!! We are picking pine needles out of the rugs and have decided to leave the outdoor holiday lights up all year. Why not? The lights are festive and I think we could all use a little bit more of that feeling every day - not just during the last month of every year. Also -- the lights can help us celebrate the release of The Sunday List of Dreams, which is being packed into boxes and shipped to a bookstore near you this very moment. The books will be ready for your hands and eyes on January 23 and I am so eager for you to read about Connie and her dreams and to let me know what you think. The Sunday List of Dreams is a big baby -- 400 pages and it's already been picked as a February Book Sense selection --a very huge honor and one more reason to leave the lights up all year. I am also hoping you noticed the changes on the website and will take a look at my events. I'll be hitting the road fast and hard in January and February on a national tour with Connie and more than a few surprises for those attending my book events. I hope to see you and if you come I promise you will have a good time. As part of my website redesign -- bravo to Beth Tindall, the web goddess of the world -- I have some dream pages that I hope you will help me fill as well. I would love to hear your dreams as you make them and as you live them and will post responses in this lively and wonderful community. You can leave off part of your name or make one up if you want but sometimes sharing a dream really helps make it come true. Be brave. During all this pre-book madness I have been finishing up my next novel, Searching for Paradise in Parker, P.A., which will be published next January - maybe we will put up new lights for that one. More details on this novel will begin appearing here in the next few months and maybe even a sample chapter. Not to be outdone in the manic department, I also have the shadowy beginning of the novel after that and such a terrific idea for the novel following that one that it will be impossible for me to sleep for at least 12 months. I am feeling more than fertile in the literary department and hope to keep a Radish book in your hands for the rest of time. Andrew is home from college for a few more weeks and that means we have about 45 more loads of wash to do. Geeze. He is skirting around with his friends as we not-so-gently remind him that no, this is not a college dorm. Yes, Andrew, we still love you. Rachel is a whirl of activity as she begins rehearsals for A Chorus Line. She has one of lead roles and her mother is delighted to say she is playing the role of Val -- the hussy. That's my girl. She's also knee deep in soccer workouts, hanging with her cute boyfriend, working out and trying hard to get her math grade one notch higher. We helped my father celebrate his 80th birthday and he had the time of his life -- especially when my sister had a friend show up who played the Marine Hymn on the bagpipes. My father, who uses a walker and cane, got up and danced. He is quite a man. Madonna, my partner and manager, is busy keeping us all on some kind of manageable schedule, sorting through requests for book talks and appearances and making sure the lovely case of wine my fan club sent me for the holidays does not get emptied too fast. Who cares if it is winter in Wisconsin. I have been out golfing and managed to play 10 holes Christmas morning with my friend Loi while people in their bathrobes who live on the golf course waved to us. I'm a bit addicted to this game….can you tell? Okay, I am girding up my jeans for a long and wild and fun run with The Sunday List of Dreams and, as always, I hope you are following the dreams that lead from your own heart. Life wildly. Laugh into the wind and listen for my very loud voice as I laugh with you. Always dreaming myself,
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