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Catherine Coulter January 2016 Newsletter

January Newsletter Cats

Vol. 886 No. 330

Yep, it's 2016, no way around it, no going back, and isn't that just like Time? Always moving in only one direction regardless of what you want. So you survived Christmas and New Year's Eve and like an intelligent being you watched that shiny ball drop at midnight on the 31st to the accompaniment of a million + voices shouting the countdown. Then you took yourself off to bed, with only one glass of champagne swimming around in your blood stream. Well done.

December Newsletter 2015

December Cats

Vol. 77 Number 49

Merry Christmas One and All:

November Newsletter 2015

November 2015 cats

Vol. 449 No.  118

Hi Guys:

Merry Thanksgiving to all of you. Yes, it's true, I admit it: we've already started decorating since Christmas parties begin the first week in December.  But, listen, I love Thanksgiving, so all the Thanksgiving decorations are up until Black Friday. (Can somebody tell me why it's called Black Friday? I know what BFF means, but BF? I really don't think they're related but I could be wrong.)

October Newsletter 2015

October newsltter cats
Vol. 535  No. 912
 
Hello, Treaters:

Who wants toilet paper draped all over their outside bushes? Or washable bright purple paint tossed on the white garage door, or Cleo and Eli dressed in Frankenstein and Igor costumes? (Peyton is the original Cheshire cat, curling whiskers in a fat grin, and he's too fast for the tricksters to catch.)

August Newsletter 2015

August 2015 Newsletter Cats

Vol. 39 No. 416

Hello Sun-Worshipers:

Thank all of you for plunking down the precious bucks for NEMESIS  (if you also read it, you are indeed a worthy person).

POWER PLAY in paperback required less of a plunk, but, thankfully,  both thrillers stayed on the bestseller lists for a good long time.  I'm deeply grateful.

July Newsletter 2015

July 2015 Newsletter Cats

Vol. 88 Num. 66

Dear Reader:

What a month! Right now I'm feeling like a lame nag who's run too far too fast with too few oats in the trough. Nashville, New York, publication of NEMESIS (It's doing very well, thank you ) and publication of the paperback Power Play (it's also doing super well, thank you), preparing for the launch of my first novella, The Strange Visitation at Wolffe Hall (Historical Romance -- yea!) PLUS, I'm smack dab in the middle of writing the 20th FBI thriller with Savich and Sherlock.

June Newsletter 2015

June Newsletter 2015 Cats
Vol. 771 No. 995
 
Happy Summer Solstice:

Isn't it grand? We're all playing volleyball outside at ten o'clock at night. I love the summer solstice, but the very next day, I swear you can feel it in your bones that the day is shorter.  So enjoy the glorious long days before the 21st. And don't forget your wild and unbridled pagan solstice dance.  Consider not doing it solo.

May Newsletter 2015

Catherine Coulter May Newsletter

Vol. 111 No. 999

Glorious May

Mountains and snowdrifts bigger than your house were dumped on your heads for MONTHS (many of you wrote me on Facebook) and you were trapped indoors for days, maybe even weeks,  had to reread all my books (suck ups), and all you did was whine and I kept telling you, MOVE! Do you think anyone did? Not that I heard.  But now it is glorious May -- and guess what? No more frostbite, no more cabin fever, it's getting warm, the sun is shining for all its worth, the kids are nearly out of school (big yea!), and the smile on your face widens each day.

April Newsletter 2015

April 2015

Happy April:

Are you ready for this?  I've started on the 20th FBI book -- huge gasp and frozen disbelief (no, that was the ice cream brain freeze). Hard to believe The Cove came out in 1996, when I'd just turned sixteen and tried to talk my parents into piercing my nose.  Yeah, that's a big whopper.

March Newsletter 2015

March newsletter cats

Vol. 666 No. 991

Did everyone survive the Ides of March?

No, the better question is, are you surviving Daylight Saving Time? Who would like to move to Arizona this time of year where they don't have DST, and all is normal and pleasant and you don't wake up in the bottom of a witch's cauldron, having lost an hour of your life, not to be returned if it so happens you croak before things return to normal in the Fall? But football surely will resurrect you. Trust me on this.

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