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San’s First Blog – There’s a first time for everything… 07-22-2008 This has to be the busiest summer on record at the Bonaldi house. Every day there is something else going on. Midnight Magic is right there, I can taste it, that’s how close it is. I am not rushing it but honestly I must admit that I am off by a couple of months. I need to dig in my heels and put my nose to the grindstone. Yes, I have started a third. It’s going to be a little different than my usual mushy stuff and at first I backed off but after thinking it through and putting a rough draft down on paper I am confident that I can pull it off. Time will tell. So I won’t go down that road as we still have some work to do. All and all I must admit that this is positive. My summer has definitely been a summer to remember. My niece, my sisters and I headed upstate New York to visit with my dad. These visits are too few and too far between, but it’s not a trip you could make in a weekend. It is a nine hour haul. We had a nice visit and like always did not want to leave as it truly is God’s country up there but like all good things that as well came to an end. In more ways than one, since I’ve been back, something has changed. At this point in time I cannot put my finger on it, but something is different. It’s not a bad thing. I’ve been doing some thinking as to where I am at this point in my life and I think it’s a good possibility that I may have hit my stride. Of course, looking back, I must admit that I do have some regrets, doesn’t everyone, but I have also reached a point where I have accepted that certain things happen for a reason. I have always been one to analyze every detail. This happened because… But really, does there have to be a reason that every little thing happens? I don’t have all the answers but in my search for truth here are some things that I have discovered along the way. I have loved with everything that I am and I have lost. It hurt, sometimes still does, but I learned how to love from the deepest depths of my soul. I have learned that time is precious and can be gone in a blink of an eye. I have learned that a parent loves at all times, even through the worse of those times. I have learned that instead of thinking that my father can be a better father that I need to understand that I can be a better daughter. I have learned that being a true friend has its own reward. I have learned that I can always learn a lesson and I will never think that I know it all. I have learned to forgive without reservation. I have learned to accept my flaws even if I don’t like them. I have learned that having grandchildren does not make me old but will keep me young. I have learned that marriage is one of the hardest jobs I’ll ever have. I have learned that in order to realize my dreams I had to reach for the stars. I have learned that love is not a word but rather an action. I have learned that while time does NOT necessarily heal all wounds it might make them a little more bearable. I have learned that age is just a number. And although I do believe that, I still believe that forty is the new twenty. And I’m sticking to it…
Oct 12, 2007 News on Mr. Whiskers. Well, for those of you that do not know Mr. Whiskers, he is a little lame mouse that we had acquired on September 14th. Jackie had found him down the block and he was trying to walk dragging both of his legs behind him. It was painful to watch. Of course Jackie was going to save him. I didn’t like it but you know that we are animal lovers. Anything to help a friend and we are front and center. Jackie takes right after me. The only difference to this entire scenario is that my mother did not bend on issues such as these, and especially if there were mice concerned. So, I am not like my mother in that regard but Jackie is definitely my daughter. Jackie named him Mr. Whiskers. We put him in a box until we could get him a home which we did the following weekend. I figured the least I could do was give him a couple of days… That was almost a month ago. All the items that we had to purchase for Mr. Whiskers had to be the smallest and sit low to the floor. For a mouse that couldn’t use his hindquarters he utilized his front legs to full potential. One night he got hung up on his treat stick, the poor thing remained stuck all night. The next time he got stuck on his water bowl. The moment you help him get free and he’s darting for his igloo. Another purchase for his home so he would feel safe. Mr. Whisker’s is the cleanest mouse I have ever come into contact with, not that I have come into contact with many. But people claim they’re filthy, and that is simply not true. When the kids had been in junior high they’d brought home two mice. One had to go, as I knew that we would wind up with babies. We kept the female and named her Nutmeg, Nutty for short. We had purchased a habitrail for her. She did not use the wheel for its intent but used it as her potty. Needless to say, she went back to school a couple of months later because she was getting too fat and needed exercise. Quite honestly, she missed all of her other mice friends. Last night as Jackie was cleaning Mr. Whisker’s home I was watching him in the box. He was walking on all fours. In fact, he climbed onto his igloo and for a minute I thought he was going to jump out of the box. Jackie had nursed him back to health. So, he can walk. Her first words were. “Do we have to let him go?” This whole time she had known that he was getting better and she didn’t say anything. “Look at all the stuff we bought?” She had a point there, Mr. Whiskers had treat puffs, yogurt chips, wood sticks, and that’s not all. He had two different types of bedding. One was soft for where he slept and the other was wood shavings. Last weekend I had been looking at a potty for him. I didn’t buy it because I thought he would get hung up inside. Guess I don’t have to worry about that at this stage of the game. So, do we let him go? Or do we continue to care for him and give him a good life? We already know what Jackie wants to do. As for me, I am undecided. Will he be totally able to fend for himself? Will we release him only to have the neighbor’s cat make dinner of him? Deep down we all know the answer to this dilemma. Guess I’ll find myself at Petco this weekend looking at an exercise wheel and potty for Mr. Whiskers
July 27, 2007 Rest In Peace: Birdin Fuzz July 25, 2007 My daughter, Jackie, found a baby bird. Smaller than a finger she lifted it gently and placed it in a small box. She was going to take care of it. I knew that the mother had tossed it out for a reason but Jackie, who is now 23, thought it had fallen out accidentally. It was a possibility, slim as it was, and I agreed to help. I didn’t realize that helping entailed looking for a worm and grinding it up for this little bird to eat. Tom came up with the name Birdin and Jackie came up with Fuzz. Hence, Birdin Fuzz. He was so tiny and featherless. He moved around a bit and had a weak cry. We searched the net and discovered the best thing to feed him was flaked cat food. Well, Birdin made it through the night, which had surprised me. I thought maybe he would get a chance after all. However an hour after Jackie fed Birdin that morning he had passed. Life can be so fragile. Here one minute and gone the next. I think what amazes me is the simple fact that a little bird touched our lives for a couple of hours and brought us a little closer as we pitched in as a team to save him. This is not the first time Jackie had saved a bird from pending doom. She had saved a mauled pigeon some years earlier, Mr. Peepers, who had gone on to lead a normal life upon his release. Then there was a bow-legged cockatiel she and her brother, Mark had found. At first the vet had said they would have to put him down as it seemed as though his legs were broken. Upon further investigation it was learned that his legs were splayed and he could not stand. But his owner was very happy to get him back as she opened his cage and he had decided to take flight. Looking at this in a clearer light, she is definitely my daughter, as she seems to think that she can save the world. We have rescued dogs in the neighborhood only to return them to their owners. People can certainly take lessons from animals. A mother will protect its young with her life. They will fend for themselves and not depend on anyone else to do it for them. They raise their offspring to be self-sufficient and know when to toss them out on their own. They teach life lessons that the young will pass on to their own. You may argue that it is their natural instinct and you may be right. So, as people, have we lost our instinct? Or did we ever have it at all?
06-07-2007 it’s purely Midnight Magic…
Meet Nick Roland, or perhaps you’ve already met him in One Enchanted Evening. If not, get ready to see this heroic white knight jump into action in Midnight Magic. Romance had burned him once before and with his best friend Jessica always trying to set him up with the perfect date it was a wonder he had time for anything else. He’d heard the rumors about lovely Victoria Benson, however he could only surmise truth from fiction as they shared a landlady who liked to talk. He didn’t need complications of Victoria’s kind. No way was he going to get involved with her and her estranged boyfriend, Max who had been noted to be trouble with a capital T. However, one look in those haunted emerald green eyes had him stepping up to the plate as the white knight role he’d perfected. Only this time he found his heart getting tangled up in the process.
Victoria Benson wasn’t looking for a relationship. She’d just been burned big time and there was no way that she was laying her heart on the line again. When Max up and left her with an empty apartment, a bounced rent check, among other things; she knew it was as good as over. And it was just as well as he’d put his hands on her for the last time. Of course, the order for protection she’d filed against him during their stormy relationship wasn’t worth the paper it had been written upon, and according to Max, was worthless.
Enter Nick Roland. This guy was every woman’s dream. This handsome prince knew how to treat a lady just as well as he knew how to rescue one. She could definitely drown in Nick’s deep blue eyes and she found herself drawn to him as a moth is drawn to the flame. However, it was the fear of the fire, which had her backing off.
Then Victoria’s world is turned upside down and she no longer feels safe in her own home and it’s Nick to the rescue. She trusts Nick with her physical safety but it’s no secret that she doesn’t trust him with the key to her heart. However Nick is willing to lay his heart on the line just as he is willing to risk the scorching flames for a chance to be with Victoria.
While the flames of desire are burning you also get to check up on the antics of Jessica and Ben Brookes (One Enchanted Evening).
So, buckle up for the ride of a lifetime with Nick and Victoria at the wheel. Hold on tight for an explosive conclusion that will leave you positively reeling, once you catch your breath, that is… 04-18-2007 Thomas Jane is HOT!!! I got the opportunity of meeting Thomas Jane at the Chiller Expo last Saturday and it was fantastic! Not only he is great on the eyes ladies but also he’s down to earth and funny. Since I was all-aflutter when we met I can only remember little snippets here and there. I can tell you that he’s gorgeous but you already knew that. He has a nice firm warm handshake. YES, I got to touch him. Ahhhh… Any of you that know my husband Tom, he was cracking jokes the entire time. Between telling Thomas Jane about his Punisher Tat to telling him that I would leave him in a heartbeat for T.J., and what do you think? The ongoing saga between my girlfriends and me is trying to find an actor that measures up to Ben in One Enchanted Evening. Well, look no further, we have found our man. After I shook his hand, gave him my book, I actually told him so. He got a kick out of it and had asked me about One Enchanted Evening. (This is the part that I couldn’t remember and Tom had to fill in the gaps.) According to Tom I gave him the complete run down and told him when we get to do the movie that he just has to play Ben. Can you believe it?I was so thunderstruck that I forgot to have my picture taken with him, rats. But next time I will be on top of my game.We also had the pleasure of meeting David Arquette, another down to earth guy, nice looking and really personable. I have to say that I was impressed with both of these gentlemen. And hey, you never know… So the other day while Tom was talking to one of his buddies on the phone I heard the conversation come up about the Punisher Meeting. And you know me; I had to get in on the action. Well, I got flustered all over again and they were cracking up. And that’s the scoop. As for me it’s Tom-Tom all the way! He, who laughs last, laughs the best.
3-26-07
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2-01-07 It’s never too late for another resolution… The last month has been a hectic one. Then again it goes way beyond the last month. I wanted to wake up January 1, 2007 with a whole new lease on life, a whole new list of resolutions. And this time I wanted to succeed. And then, what happens? You guessed it, a million and one things happened in between the space of a few hours and it leaves you to rethink all of your resolutions. One by one they slipped out of reach. It took me a long time to realize that I can only do the best that I can with what I have. I’ve made mistakes in the last year or so that I wish I could correct but sadly have come to the realization that I cannot. And it isn’t because I haven’t tried. It’s because the people involved do not want to take any responsibility for their actions. Listen, we all make mistakes. It’s a part of life. We live in a society of blamers, accusers, and enablers. And I refuse to fit into that category. I can sit here and place blame all day but it doesn’t change a damned thing. Now, I need to stand up and take responsibility for my own actions, my own mistakes. I can make accusations but in the end I am right back where it all began. Enable is one of those words with multiple meanings. Webster’s definition of enable: 1) to make able; provide with means, opportunity, power, or authority (to do something) 2) to make possible or effective What about when someone enables a person so much that they can no longer do things effectively for themselves. While they are trying to help someone they are in turn making them completely dependant. I realize there is a fine line here and many people might disagree. Helping someone is one thing but enabling him or her not to do anything is something else entirely. I have known quite a few enablers in my time. It starts out with the right intentions and then gets completely out of control. Instead of arguing the issue it just seems easier to do the job yourself. Here’s an example. You constantly have to tell your teenaged son to pick up the towels off of the bathroom floor every time he showers. You are sick of saying it and he is sick of hearing it. What do you do? You have two choices and they are as follows: 1) Stick to the point. He is to pick up the towels off the bathroom floor. It is not difficult. You are not asking him to do something that is unreasonable. Everyone else in the household picks up after themselves but he seems to think he’s exempt. He claims that you are nagging. 2) Instead of the constant friction, after all, you have bigger fish to fry; you go in after him and pick up the towels because you just do not want to fight about it anymore. It’s easier to just pick them up then go through the whole emotional battle every day. While I am a firm believer of the saying that you have to pick your battles you also have to realize that if you chose option 1, eventually he will get the message that you mean business and that you aren’t a maid. His future wife will one day thank you. If you chose option 2 because you do have bigger fish to fry I can almost guarantee that this WILL become one of those bigger fish later on down the line. I will help anyone who asks me for help. However, there needs to be a line drawn. There comes a time when you need to stand tall, dig your heels in, and work. Sometimes you need to walk past that brand new pair of shoes and matching handbag because you need to pay the electric bill first. It comes under the heading of priority. You need to set up your priorities and then you work from there. You might not be able to afford a second brand new car, okay, weigh your options. Whoever lives closer to their job takes the second hand car. Better than that, maybe you can take turns. Life is made up of sacrifice. You give a little you get a little. A little adversity never hurt anyone. In fact, it made them stronger. So, this is my blog for the week. If you want to comment I’d love to hear from you. In fact, I will put ALL comments up on the website. Please email me with your comments at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. You have until Feb 14, 2007 to reply. All comments will be posted Feb 15, 2007.
Give a man a fish and he eats for the day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for life.
1-15/2007
Pawprints on my heart. 12-03-2006 Now that the holidays are quickly approaching we must definitely slow down and take a look around. I notice as I am getting older (I won’t give a number here) the things that I once thought were the most important things in the world are not. As we get older we tend to get wiser. Sometimes we see things clearer than we did before. I will never get too old to learn. Thank God because it seems I am learning something new every day. Some lessons hurt to learn and some make us smarter than we were before. On this road called life we meet many people. Some come in and out of our lives their imprint left upon our hearts forever. Then we have our family, which make up branches in our family tree. Then we too create branches of our own with our own families which in turn then creates all these little off shoots of other branches. I’ve been to two baby showers in the last month and it seems that there will be a few more names added to our family tree. The miracle of life continues. So, in this busy time when we are running here and there we need to just stop for a minute and count our blessings, those being the people in our lives. Those who are there every day, those we might see only at special events, and those who had only stayed for a season.
To
all my friends and family:
May
God bless you and keep you in His loving care. 11-05-06 Well, November is officially here and the book signing is right around the corner. The article hit the papers last Thursday and it was a definite WOW! I will try to get it onto the website ASAP. The window at JNC is sporting its new look, One Enchanted Evening style. Those pics we can do. I have so many people to thank that I don’t know where to begin. My family, of course, as they have to put up with me and my many quirks, LOL. Then there’s my best friend in the whole wide world, she’s my #1 promoter and I love her dearly, Gloria Navarro. Bea Smith, she did a wonderful layout for The Nutley Journal, etc. It was more than I could have ever hoped for. Mr. and Mrs. Mazzolla for allowing me the opportunity of doing my first book signing at the Janette Nutley Center. Laura, the window is gorgeous! Thank you! I am shooting for the stars. Please join me and I promise that you will not be disappointed. We’re in for a great day! Drop me a line at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. Put it on your calendar. Friday, November 24, 2006 at Janette Nutley Center, 242 Franklin Avenue, Nutley, New Jersey. I’ll be there from noon to 3:00 PM. 11-01-2006 Today’s blog is something that I had been tossing about for a few weeks now. It is concerning friendship. Friendship seems to be one of those words thrown about carelessly. I myself have been guilty of this a few times, then again my definition seems to differ from most. There are vast differences. The word of acquaintance is one of them, although would you introduce someone as an acquaintance? That is something rarely heard. Yet someone will throw out something like “This is my good friend so and so.” You get the picture. Why do they use this term so loosely? Is it more acceptable? Another question to think about is the word friend opposes the word co-worker. Is he/she your friend or simply put, just your co-worker? I’ll just bet most people would opt for the word friend without thinking twice. Now, I am not saying that you cannot be friends with a co-worker you just need to know the difference. When I first began this website I did a snippet on trust. There were a few that had told me it had been deep because it had defined breaking a trust and how hard, if ever, it is to gain that trust back again. I feel the same way concerning trust in a friendship. The forgiving part seems to come easy but it’s the forgetting part, especially when someone has been hurt, is hard to get over. The bottom line is that we shouldn’t throw the word friend/friendship around so easily. Because when you get down to it you can probably count your friends on one hand. It’s pretty sad, but it’s true. Loyalty and betrayal, those are words that believe have strong definition. We’ll see what kind of rant I’m on next week. * My article/interview is hitting the papers this week and I am soooo excited. I will post more when I hear more but with my computer down, that’s another story in itself, I will let you know. Then there was the pic I had taken with the Incredible Hulk… I have been one busy chick. Stay tuned for more info. Any feedback on friendship/trust email me at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. Do not email me at sandrastuff, as you will end up in cyberspace. I will post ALL comments. Don’t forget to check out my blog at myspace.com. My avatar is the cover of One Enchanted Evening. Don’t be a stranger, come on back… 10-18-2006 Issues of the Heart vs. Happily Ever AfterI write about fate, a person’s fate on the issues of falling in love. If only it were that simple. With these issues of the heart – heartache is not something to be taken lightly. We want to believe in happily ever after. It is the deep sigh when the last page is turned and everything aligns perfectly. It is the guy gets the girl, isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? A thousand times, yes! But sometimes, “The One” simply gets away. And you are left asking yourself why? Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Yet everything in your life was saying this is it! This is the one! If this doesn’t work I know I’ll just crumble and I won’t get up! Guess what, no, you won’t! When one door closes another one will open. Give yourself time. Time to get through the pain. Time to feel it and learn something from it. Take the time to heal. You will have to get back on the horse eventually but it’s okay to allow yourself time to step back and take a good look at what had actually happened. You will probably find that He/She was NOT “The One”. Surprise! Being the romance writer that I am I will always give you that happily ever after, but there are times when the hero/heroine just has to go through that rough patch to prove that nothing is as picture perfect as it all seems. Be sure to sign my guestbook and if you have already, thanks a million. You can also jet on over to check out my blog on www.myspace.com. I have a few Top 5’s that you can check out, those are always fun. We’re getting closer to the book signing. So, mark your calendars; November 24th is right around the corner. As always, please feel fee to drop me a line at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. I look forward to seeing you there.
10-01-2006 First day of the month, I am always ready for a new beginning. Sometimes stories need a new beginning. This weekend for some reason has me totally exhausted. I slept in both days, totally unlike me. Even Chase and Chelsea had sensed that I had been feeling under the weather and let me sleep until eight. Now, that’s a definite bonus. It gets even better, because after I walked them I went back to bed. Saturday had been an eventful day as I had secured my first book signing. It will be the end of November held in Janette Nutley Center in beautiful Nutley New Jersey. There will be more information following as we near the date. If anyone has any feedback, comments, ANYTHING, please feel free to email me directly at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. If you have emailed me and did not get a response it is because I did not get your message. I answer all messages. Please note that I do not have an email at sandrastuff.com so please do not send anything as it is probably hanging out in cyber space. I had gone to my first author panel last week and have to say that I enjoyed it immensely. Not only did I get to meet some terrific authors but I also had an opportunity to speak with them afterward and purchase their books. Tomorrow, it may be back to the salt mines but I have a busy two months ahead of me. And it’s only going to get better. 09-22-06 The Squirrel Saga continues… Just when you thought it was safe to get back to your life, think again. The day after Baby Squirrel had been freed and returned back to Mama I think the entire family vowed revenge. Gus said he had never seen anything like it. These squirrels wanted in and they would wait it out. While Gus worked they watched from various positions. And when I say they, I mean they. At one time he was shooing away six at a time. I was beside myself and I told Gus to put everything else on the backburner and build the squirrel boxes. These are aluminum boxes that are built directly under the eaves, which deter these pesky critters from eventually getting into the attic. Thank God we have a chimney cap. Last night I caught my son trying to get the goods on Gus, seems his mother-in-law is enquiring about Gus’ handy work. I told him to stand in line. I have to say that this week Gus is my hero. We have nicknamed him The Squirrel Hunter and rightly so. All was quiet this morning. Hopefully it will stay that way. Then again, as I can recall, I have been telling Tom about the boxes for months. Which also goes to show guys when your wife is telling you she’s hearing things maybe you will listen because this could have all been avoided if we put the boxes up months ago. I was talking and as usual nobody was listening. Next time, famous last words… This is Tom Sandra’s Husband; I would like to say a couple words to my wife’s last paragraph listed above. If she stopped nagging me so much and crying wolf all the time, I would stop and listen to what she has to say, plus she tells me these things when the ball game is on. Girls please do not speak to your man when the ball games is on TV, this is quality time he spends with his team. I'am sure most of you guys out there know what I mean, but I still love my wife no matter what and vow to start to listen right after the season is over, In February that is. :) 09-20-2006
No
Squirrel Left Behind Well, you would think that once Gus did the repairs on the roof and cleaned and covered the gutters with gauge wire that our problem would be over. The eviction served we could now move on to the other gutters. Not so. It seems Mama Squirrel left a baby behind. Mind you, we thought they all got out. Not so. Seems Gus has to take up the wire as well as lift up the roof so that Mama can get to her babe. Gus realized the babe had been left behind when Mama Squirrel was not straying far but kept trying to pull up the wire. She would not be deterred. He kept close watch and then heard the baby’s cries. The entire day was spent coaxing Baby Squirrel out. Needless to say that Mama Squirrel was not venturing too far from her baby. The ending was happy and mother and child were reunited. Maybe we can learn a lesson from this. We have always known that the bond between mother and child is strong. A maternal bond is solid. Even a squirrel has those maternal instincts. Not only do I have a greater respect for squirrels in general but for all Moms everywhere. With the eviction complete rest assured there was not one squirrel left behind.
09-18-2006
It has been a beautiful weekend. It is now Sunday night a little after seven, my favorite part of the day. I must admit that I am sorry to see it go. Tomorrow the squirrels will be evicted. Notice, I say squirrel(s), plural. Well, he has moved in the wife and kids. There are four, and those are only the ones I know about. We couldn’t do anything last week because of the rain so tomorrow is our window of opportunity and eviction proceedings will begin. I notice that since this has happened I tend to notice the goings on of most of the squirrels in the neighborhood. They are brazen, I will give them that. I have heard stories about a neighbor; he has since moved away, he would trap them in his yard and then free them in a park in the next town over. I see why. I talk a mean talk, such as if I had a sling shot right now I’d get him right between the eyes, but who am I kidding? I am an animal lover through and through and many times have swerved the car not to hit one of these brazen rodents. Tomorrow, Gus will get up on the opposite side of the roof, frighten them out and nail down the loose shingles that have come up. Of course there will be some preventative measures taken to make sure they don’t come back. Only time will tell where we’ll go from here and thirty day notice, well I don’t think so. 09-06-2006
So sorry that I am running
behind. My thought for the day. We, I am speaking
for most of us, need to laugh. We need to enjoy
life and sometimes we are so stressed with our jobs,
our lives, that we don't look around and see the
simple things. A ray of sunlight breaking through
the clouds. A young child's infectious giggles. A
pup with trust in his eyes. A sunrise on the
beach. The glow in a soon-to-be Mom's cheeks.
These are a small few that
can turn my frown upside down. People can hear a
smile in your voice. So smile today. Life is too
short. Take heart, it will rain, there will be
adversity and we will come out stronger because of
it. The cup is either half full or half empty. The
question is, how do you
see it.
08-27-2006 We’re back from vacation. It was interesting and there is never a dull moment. Of course as we were on our way to lovely Wildwood, my package from the publisher was on its way to me and never the twain shall meet. Well, it figures, so what to do? At this stage of the game Tom would not approve of nixing the vacation. So we go. And we had a great time. Sometimes you need to get away from all of it. I can admit that I do not know how to relax. It is definitely not bred in me at all. We were still all over the map but just made it back to the hotel room to take a nap. Can you believe it, a nap? We walked the boards, ate polish water ice, and were back at the hotel by nine, what party animals we are. I really enjoyed the stroll through Stone Harbour. There was so much to see. I missed the Doggie Shoppe but figured that Chase and Chelsea aren’t into gourmet treats anyway. One of my favorite places is Sunset Beach. Just being at the very edge of New Jersey is exhilarating. There is so much to see. Everywhere you go there is a history that follows. Every time I go down there I learn something new. Then I hit the souvenir shoppes with shop to you drop on my brain. I usually buy my shells and netting there as the prices are more reasonable than any craft shop I’ve ever visited locally. I check out all the things that they make with the shells. My favorite is the small conch shell. There is just something about it. (Not because it’s pink) and the wheels start spinning. Of course, who am I kidding? There will never be enough time to do all the things I want to do, but isn’t that usually the way things are. Can’t forget the Lighthouses, absolutely breathtaking. Part of me wouldn’t mind staying down here all year round. But I know for a fact, the winters get cold. By the time October hits I’ll be shivering in my boots Tom and I had a wonderful time. And with Chase and Chelsea it’s always a blast. Now, it’s back to work, back to the daily grind. I’m still hard at work on Midnight Magic. If you enjoyed reading One Enchanted Evening you will definitely enjoy Midnight Magic. Just a hint, if you though One Enchanted Evening had some sizzle wait until you read this one. You will not be disappointed. Don’t forget… Go and sign my guestbook. Let me know what you think. You can also email me at sanbonaldi2002@yahoo.com. 08-21-2006 Hey, who said living with a writer was easy? I’m sure that Tom could tell you a thing or two. But here’s the balance. We are both creative, so I guess that makes for some kind of balance. He is producing his first kit, writing for a major magazine and between the phone ringing off the hook, as well as holing up in his studio for hours at a time, that definitely calls for a time-out. Hey, I’m over here. For some reason we can never get our schedules straight. When he’s upstairs hard at work I’ll be downstairs on the phone with my best friend Gloria, because I know that’s the only time I’ll get a shot at the phone without interruption. While this is going on I glance into my unoccupied computer room, which is a small sunroom right off the living room. My newest screen saver mocks me. I should be working while I have the chance. But that’s the thing I’ve learned over the years. If it isn’t flowing, it isn’t flowing. But you can bet your bottom dollar that the moment I hear Tom’s footsteps on the stairs the keyboard beckons to me and it’s time to hit the ground running. But Tom’s a good sport and this is one of those times when I have to say that we are on the same page although at different times. He understands me better than anyone. Life couldn’t get any better than this. PS – One Enchanted Evening is now available at amazon.com and borders.com.
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