Suicide Bees
Apropos of nothing, but kinda catchy, doncha think?

My husband first used it a few weeks ago when talking about the garden -- something about the birds and spiders and the suicide bees that get drunk on the flowers and fly into the picture windows and knock themselves silly. He immediately stopped and said, "That'd be a great name for a band." It's become our catch-phrase. In fact, I'm thinking of changing the name of this journal to Suicide Bees.

Anyhoo...I realized I hadn't written anything in awhile and, after a couple of glasses of champagne, thought I'd rectify that. So, this entry will either be really clever -- or more likely, really embarrassing.

I'm still plodding away on Heir to Murder. Pretty sure that title won't stick, but that's the project name. My goal is to have a rough draft by the end of July.

There was a big turnout at my local RWA chapter meeting tonight. In fact, I think it was the largest meeting we've had since I joined last fall. I'm sure the good weather and long daylight hours played a part. I'm not always certain that I'm writing Romance. I think my stories are more romance (little r) -- romantic elements, happy outcome probable, but romance not the main focus of the story. But I have to say that the writers in this group are very generous with their advice and encouragement. I feel like a sponge, soaking up every bit of information that I can. I don't feel I have much to contribute yet, but I look forward to the day when I can also give back.

Phrase to remember for next month's meeting: 50 cent karma.