This is Tropical Storm Hanna, the biggest threat to my area. Not Gustav, which is going to slam into the Gulf Coast (sigh) sometime next week. I'm on the east coast, and Hanna is a threat more.
But look at the models. They're all wacky. Spinning around. This is how I feel during the height of hurricane season, like, uh, now.
I'm leaving the country Monday on a last minute work trip I did not anticipate. I hate hate leaving when something like this is lingering off my coast, as I have responsibilities and an elderly in-law, but have no choice.
In the meantime, this is what I'd rather be thinking of:
This is Raphael, the Cajun Draicon werewolf I'm writing about, whose story is due in four weeks. He rides a Harley, wears black leather, and, as I described him in Enemy Lover, my November Nocturne, resembles "An angel stumbling out of a Bourbon Street sex shop."
I'd rather be writing about bad boy biker werewolves than worrying about hurricanes.
Bad boy biker werewolves don't hurt innocents in my story, they just make very long, slow love, or very fast and hard, depending upon the heroine's preferences.
I hope Gustav stays the hell away from Louisiana and New Orleans. I think they've had enough. Go away Gustav!
