I know, I know, this blog is “Trapped by the…” Oops, almost did it. But I’m NOT saying it today. No I am not.

Mostly because I am TIRED of IT. Right now, my life is pretty quiet as far as IT goes. I am busy finishing book deadlines, revisions, and doing a new proposal for my new series, The Jenny T. Partridge Mystery series. The local, uh, ITS, are living me alone. My parents are only going to them temple TWICE a week, instead of serving yet another mission (that’s an M word I can say. That’s NOT the one I mean.)

All of this means that until next Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, when conversation at my Mom’s (another M word I can say today) house turns to IT, I can pretend IT does not affect my life.

I’ve been pretty well rooted, lately, in my new series, Jenny T. Partridge Dance Mysteries, and I have to tell you, these books are funny, cathartic, and so enjoyable to write.

In Jenny’s world, they are Mo…eh, er, ITS, Catholics, dancers, psycho dance moms, and lots of hot cops, and it’s refreshing not to have to take life so DAMNED seriously.

I hope a few other people agree.