Dianne Christner 
                                                        Inspirational Romance  

      

The other day I opened my patio slider and besides the surprise of cold air slapping my face, I noticed something unusual.

All along the crevice of my house was a border of white sand. Upon closer inspection, I realized something had tunneled between the brick pavers and my house. Suddenly a gutsy little lizard skittered across my path. My heart tripped with delight. He was nesting in for the winter. Why delight?

Because scorpions try to get inside the house in winter, and they make terrible bedfellows. However, lizards eat scorpions, and it appeared that I was going to have my own little sentinel. By the looks of him--he only sported half a tail--he was a fighter. Wahoo!

If you're thinking, lizard--yuck--I've found them harmless ever since the incident. Years ago, we'd returned from a family camping trip and I was emptying the dirty clothes bag. Out popped a lizard that ran up my leg. You can imagine the scene. But afterwards, it left me a bit endeared to them. They don't bite and only tickle a little.

On the other hand, I've been stung by a scorpion.

It felt like I'd slammed my hand in the car door.

I despise them.

Living in the Sonoran Desert, Phoenicians are last to winter nest--but I'm doing that now. Besides preparing for the holidays--which means kicking up a bit of my own sand and sweeping out the cobwebs for company--I'm smack in the middle of plotting a three book historical fiction series. I'm in a time crunch, getting the requested proposal to my agent.

So I'm going to hibernate this blog, just for a little while.

I'll be back in January.

Meanwhile,

Embrace Life & Happy Holiday Nesting.

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