Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Pain level: Knees are not happy, but they’re not at shiv level.

Gracious, I got a lot of stuff done today. Did promo for both books and jewelry, washed three loads of laundry, made a cabochon prong setting for a pendant, loaded a bunch of new jewelry into my Etsy site, shamelessly pimped To My Muse on Instagram, critiqued three chapters for a member of my writers group and spent an hour there eating Chinese food and going over the critiques, then came home and got my thirty minutes in on the treadmill. And while I was cooling off, I got a wild hair to see if I could put together a draft cover for the fourth novella in the Shifter Woods series (all four novellas will then be put into a box set, to be followed with a full-length novel sometime next year).

I kinda like the draft — still need to tweak some stuff, but it should work. The plot so far: single mom and cougar shifter Denise Elgin gets drawn into danger on Sandia Crest when a drug cartel head’s pet tiger gets loose during a gas stop and takes off into the woods. An accidental meeting while on a hike reveals that the “wild animal” is undercover FBI agent Marco Santos, a tiger shifter who’s been gathering evidence to bring the cartel down. Both Marco and Denise are shocked to discover they’re mates, but before they can indulge themselves they first need to evade the cartel’s men and make it back to civilization.

And now, I must take a shower and hit the sack. Until tomorrow, my chums.