Bud’s busy wrapping up Bluewater Rendezvous, so the coast is clear for me to write another post. Thanks for your suggestions on how to handle Liz’s questions. It’s hard sometimes for someone with my background to be objective. Let’s face it: everybody I know has a lot of the same subconscious biases. Bud’s a great guy, but he has an inordinate amount of influence over what I think. He not only shapes my thoughts, but all my friends’ thoughts, as well. You can see why your ideas were particularly valuable to me.
Now that we’ve resolved all the life or death conflicts in Bluewater Rendezvous, Liz and I have had a chance to sit down and talk things through. I don’t think she’s completely satisfied with my answers, but at least she understands how I feel. Oops! I’d better clarify that. She understands how I feel about kissing and telling. Even I don’t understand how I feel about Ralph Suarez. He’s an enigma, for sure.
Speaking of him, he played a behind-the-scenes role in this latest adventure. I was worried right up until the end that he was going to drop in on us. Unless there’s a rewrite, I’m out of the woods, but who knows? Talk about nervous! I can stay cool in some pretty tough situations, but that’s my job. There’s something else going on where that guy’s concerned. I suspect that this isn’t over yet.
At least it’s going to be on the back burner for a while, though. Bud has to deal with the editing and publication of Bluewater Rendezvous, and my sly friend, Connie Barrera, is already up to something. She and Paul are taking delivery of their new boat, and she’s got Bud focused on their next adventure as they sail from Maine to the islands.
I’m relieved. That gives me time to think about Ralph Suarez without being center stage in another book while I’m doing it.
Thanks again, and Bud asked me to mention that Bluewater Rendezvous should be in the Kindle Store in a couple of weeks.