Will the real Nick Russell please stand up.

Big Lake

You can find just about anything over on eBay—like my paperback books. Be warned the prices are inflated. I found Havasu Palms, A Hostile Takeover on eBay, ranging from about $21 to over $35. Not sure why someone would buy it there, considering the price on Amazon is under $17.

I also noticed a used copy of Where the Road Ends, Havasu Palms Recipes and Remembrances. That one is $16.16 – but you can pick up a new copy at Amazon for $10. Actually, Amazon serves as the middleman on that book—I fulfill the order.

I don’t begrudge anyone trying to make an honest buck. If they can get someone to pay more for a second hand book, or resale a new one at an inflated price, then more power to them.

But one thing that does irritate me is when they misrepresent a book—or give false information. Over on eBay, bookseller Grand Eagle Resale is selling my friend, Nick Russell’s book, Big Lake. According to the author bio given by the reseller, Nick lives in Australia, and the rest of the bio is pretty colorful—he joined the British South Africa Police in 1975, served in Sinoia and Kariba, was in the mounted squad for the opening of parliament and transferred to some special branch until the cessation.

I imagine there is a Nick Russell out there that did that stuff—but he isn’t the same one who wrote Big Lake. The Nick Russell who wrote Big Lakes is a full time RVer—in the US not Australia. Ironically, that same bookseller is selling another one of Nick’s books, Dog’s Run—and they have the bio correct on that one!

On the menu: homemade chicken noodle soup

photo (48)Fall is in the air, I have a killer cold and I’m in soup mode. On Tuesday I made homemade potato, broccoli and cheese soup (super yummy) and yesterday I made a batch of homemade chicken broth. Today I turned some of that broth into chicken noodle soup—and froze the rest.

Why is homemade soup so much better than canned? For one thing, it doesn’t contain ingredients I can’t pronounce.

Writing my next book from a treadmill desk.

tread

I’m sure you’ve heard the cliché about klutzy people being unable to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time. I hope I’m not that klutzy because tomorrow I try out my new treadmill desk—treadmill compliments of our daughter—desk compliments of my handy husband.

Sitting for hours in front of my desk is killing me. I’ve been using my jogging trampoline, but I can’t really write for any length of time while jogging on the trampoline.

Tomorrow I start working on Haunting Danielle, Book 3—and I’ll be doing it from the treadmill desk. Wish me luck. Hopefully I won’t fall on my butt.