Rather
than thanking my parents for giving me life (they had no choice, I was
destined), or thanking my husband for marrying me (again, there was no choice
involved, I’m that irresistible), or thanking my fabulous boys for being such
tremendous children (how could they be otherwise with me as a parent?), I’m
writing this thank you note to my knitting needles.
Knitting
maintains my sanity and my health. When life becomes chaotic, I grab my current
knitting project, sit in a corner, and count stitches. When I’m bored, I knit.
Rather than using my hands to shovel salty snacks into my mouth whilst watching
TV, I knit. This also works for sweet snacks. When I feel the gut-wrenching
desire to procrastinate, I turn on Netflix and knit. (Knitting whilst watching
TV also reduces my feeling of guilt for “doing nothing”, because I’m not doing
nothing, I’m creating a hat, or a scarf, or a pair of socks/mitts/gloves, or a
sweater. I just happen to be doing it whilst binging on Foyles War.) Long car
rides are enjoyable with knitting to occupy my thoughts. And when I’m stuck in my current writing
project, rather than stare at the computer screen waiting for something
brilliant to appear, I pick up my knitting and let my mind wander. Plot holes
and sagging middles are usually fixed after a few rows of knits and purls.
So thank
you, dearest, most precious knitting needles, from size 0 to 17, circular,
straight, and double-pointed, metal, plastic and wood. Thank you for giving me
hours of enjoyment, moments of frustration, the thrill of mastering a new
technique, and the satisfaction of making something beautiful with my two
hands.
Smooches,
Luanna
***To
thank you, dear reader, one commenter (name chosen at random by my husband)
will win a $5 Starbucks gift card***
When her wealthy art dealer father died, Heather James was
expecting a fortune. Instead, his bank account was empty and Heather’s working
in a bakery, wondering exactly what happened to her father's millions...until
someone tries to kill her.
Tony Simons is on the trail of an art theft cold case that's
practically giving him frostbite. He's hoping that by sticking close to
Heather—the daughter of his deceased prime suspect—he'll find the answers he
needs. Instead, he's finding himself distracted by a gorgeous woman who drives
him crazy in every way imaginable…
Now Tony's in serious trouble. Even if Heather can't—or
won't—tell him where the stolen paintings and money are, she may well have
stolen his heart.
And now someone wants her dead…
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Luanna’s
bio:
Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary
friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother's stash of
romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.
Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine
with her dear husband, two college boys, and two cats. When she's not torturing
her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.
Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas
published with The Wild Rose Press. She is excited to have a book published
under her own name with Entangled Publishing.
Website: http://www.luannastewart.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Luanna_Stewart
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