PEGGY FIELDING'S NEWSLETTER
Vol. 7 Number 1 January 2007

ONE LAST SIGNING

We HENS will do our (really, I mean it this time) last signing of our CHIK~LIT book at the Barnes & Noble on 71st St., in the Woodlands Plaza, in Tulsa, on Feb. 9th. We've been invited to sign during "An Evening of Romance," alongside romance writers from all over the state. The fireworks start at 7:00 pm for those of you who would like to come by and see us doing the CHIK~LIT FOR FOXY HENS thing, one last time. If you already have the book just come by for a "hello." We'll fluff our feathers at you. Romney Nesbitt will be sitting at our table to help keep order.

Our fellow HEN, Sharon, hates wearing the boa so she will be sitting at a separate table nearby with a number of her own romance novels. We'll direct you to her so she can sign your copy of CHIK~LIT if you decide to buy a book for your wife or mother's valentine.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL

Go now to the archives at www.peggyfielding.com, so you can see the cute stuff Dan has inserted into this letter. The e-mail copy is really quite unattractive in comparison. Don't tell Dan I said that.

HOUSE ARREST

Yes. I've been a prisoner for 15 days inside my house, surrounded by a 7 inch layer of ice. Finally, yesterday, Joe Casey came by and chopped the ice from my driveway (and front steps) and revved up my new car with some sort of little machine, got the pretty thing running, and, best part of all, he took me riding in it. He drove my Aveo to gun the engine on the highway, while I just enjoyed the ride. What would I do without Joe? I'm pretty sure all the other old crocks (like me) that Joe takes care of feel the same way about him. It is so good of his wife Judy, to allow him to make our lives easier.

PLENTY OF TIME AND REASON TO READ

I can't tell you what category, nor my estimate of a lot of the books I've been reading. I can't tell because they are published books I'm reading for the RWA RITA awards. But here is my confession: I love judging the published books in a particular category because this allows me my favorite indulgence. I can sit around and read and should a friend, or my conscience, question me as to what I am doing, I can answer with perfect self-righteousness, the following words..

"Oh, I'm working."

Although my inner imp is giggling wildly as I claim to be laboring while giving free rein to my most serious addiction. Read and read, and read some more!

For fun I have read books from my friends, Jody Thomas, Georgina Gentry and Marcia Preston, and I enjoyed all of their offerings as well.

MORE HENS

Well, yes, and murderous ones at that. Jackie King, Paula Alfred, and I are hard at work on novellas for our new tome from AWOC BOOKS. We're calling the book, FOXY STATEHOOD HENS AND MURDER MOST FOWL. Our novellas deal with the time just before and after Oklahoma statehood and, unbelievably, I am, at last, writing a murder mystery.

We hope the book will be ready sometime in March or April. If you want us to flock to your library or club, just call us or e-mail us and we'll make a date.

SEX? DON'T READ THIS IF YOU ARE OVERLY PIOUS
(Jackie King, you can't read this, darling. Sorry.)

Not much to report. They keep running other stuff during the time I could be looking at my big new love on "The Unit."

My late night host, Craig Ferguson, has become so self-deprecating that I feel a bit turned off about him.

Oh, yeah, fickle woman that I am, words count too much with me.

One of the best bed partners I ever had when I was still doing "the thing," was named David. He was a well-built, good-looking man. He had great equipment and knew how to use it. I loved that part of our meetings. He even proposed. It was what he said in the restaurant, or in the car, or after the movie, that caused me to pass him off to a needy female friend. She even let him move into her house for a while.

I couldn't have borne having him with me on another date, much less in my house night and day. Do you want to know what I objected to, readers?

He was the most jaded, downbeat, pessimistic, cynical man I have ever listened to. His every word made a horrid scraping sound against my eardrums. Finally, when I'd decided to trade him off, I did so with a distinct feeling of relief. I remember the "act" as wonderful, his every verbal declaration as awful. This was a real case of a man talking himself out of a "job."

I so forgot the guy that when he came to a signing that Dusty Richards and I were doing, that I didn't realize who he was. He told me who he was and what we had done in times past as he started out the door. Dusty was hysterical with laughter. He has teased me some about that over the years. At that signing, the guy looked as bad as he'd sounded previously. I believe I chose the right course there.

YEAH, I KNOW. THAT WAS MORE THAN YOU EVER WANTED TO HEAR

See you in February. Love Peggy