Pity Party Interrupted

Learning to cope with adult onset asthma is a real PITA. I miss the energy I used to have. I worry ever time I feel an attack coming on, terrified I'll end up in the hospital again. We went to Dallas last weekend to the Texas State Fair.
While I had a ball--Texas Star Ferris Wheel, Monkeemobile, nearly two hours in the judged needlework and fabric art exhibition, Fried Margarita--I exhausted myself plus the pollens in the Dallas area and what blew in with the cooler autumn front triggered the allergies. I slept most of the next day and finally realized the next day, I was having asthma problems. The third day, Monday, I took myself to the doctor's office and ended up with a heavy duty antibiotic and steroid pills for the inflammation. I consoled myself with the fact that I didn't end up in the hospital.

But it's been slow going to get it under control and feel energetic again. Yesterday was the Pity Party. Any exertion exhausted me. I prayed to God to help me get beyond the depression that was swamping me. Then I turned a corner and saw a man in a wheelchair/bed. He was extremely thin. Being lovingly cared for by his wife., they were outside to enjoy the cool fresh air.

It made me realize how much better off I was. The old story came through. "I felt sorry for myself for having no shoes until I met the man with no feet." I reminded myself to treasure my blessings, especially a husband who lovingly cares for me.

Today I celebrate my husband's love, a good night's sleep for the first time in nearly a week, the ability to take my dogs for a short walk in the sunshine and cool air, the researchers and doctors who have developed the medications to help me through this, and God who knew what I needed to see even before I asked for help.

Winner: Stop and Smell the Roses

Thanks so much for joining me Monday as part of the Stop and Smell the Roses Bouquet Blog.

Sorry for the delay in announcing the winner. Yesterday went crazy on me.

Drum roll: And the winner of her choice of a pdf of one book from any of my titles at The Wild Rose Press is..... Christine Clemetson.

Christine, please contact me betty@bettyhanawa.com and let me know what title you want.

Thank you, everyone, for joining me Monday.

Stop and Smell the Roses

In LOVE THE DAY, my recent release from The Wild Rose Press, Lucy Moon had once been a handmaiden to the goddess Artemis. When she angered Artemis, she banned from Mt. Olympus and given immortality to wander the earth and live among humans forever. In addition to immortality, she ended up with another curse from Artemis. Through the centuries, Lucy learned to cope and enjoy her life among humans. She learned to savor each day for its unique moments, to enjoy each person for the differences that were special to each one. She learned to stop and smell the roses.

When I wrote this story, the boat Lucy and Benedict stop to see was still visible and was part of the inspiration for this story. My husband and I made a recent trip north on South Padre Island and the boat is no longer visible. It's been buried by the sand.

A bit of set up: The story takes place on Padre Island and in the town of South Padre Island. The hero, Benedict, owns a bar/restaurant where he has met Lucy Moon. They're driving north of the town on the Gulf of Mexico side of Padre Island to have a picnic supper.

Love the Day is copyrighted by Elizabeth Hanawa writing as Betty Hanawa and is available from The Wild Rose Press. Following passage may differ slightly from the final product.

Benedict spotted the shrimp boat, wrecked and pushed onto the tide line during a winter storm, now almost covered by sand. The masts stood about the waves, nearly the only part still visible. He parked the truck and then joined Lucy at the wave edges.

She studied the battered shrimp boat as though it was the finest piece of sculpture she ever saw.

“It’s just a wrecked boat.”

“No,” Lucy said firmly. “Look at it. Watch the way the waves hit the masts. Watch how the spray flies off the rigging and scatters in the sunlight.”

Benedict watched the surf come in and hit the boat. The spray didn’t look special to him. It was just water bouncing off the wires angling down from the masts.

The waves foamed with a crashing slosh. Seagulls quarreled and called. Time stretched while they stood quietly watching the sea and sand slowly bury the boat deeper with each wave.

Lucy lifted her camera and began taking photos. “I saw the photos of this boat at your bar. Did you name your bar The Sinking ship after it?”

“No, I named the bar months before this happened. A friend took and framed the picture. He thought I needed some local color in with all the pictures of famous boats that have sunk.” He watched the wind plaster Lucy’s skirt against her rear.

While he spent the day touching Lucy as much as he was able to get away with in public, she only occasionally touched him. He definitely needed her help putting on sunscreen, all over his body.

“Why did you name the bar, The Sinking Ship?”

Like a lovesick hound dog sniffing after a female in heat, Benedict followed Lucy around the water’s edge while she took photos from different angles. He watched her handle the camera, adjusting focus and the zoom attachments like a pro. He wondered if he might ever feel her fingers dance along his skin as decisively as they twiddled the length of the camera lens.

No, first he wanted her for a friend, he ordered his body. His pulsing shaft called him a liar.

Resolutely, he reminded himself he had a brain, not just a shaft. He also promised her he wasn’t going to push her for sex today. If he wanted Lucy for a friend, he needed to ignore his hormones and reengage his tongue before he started drooling. What had she asked? Oh, yeah.

“Just thought it sounded good. At lot of people come into a bar thinking their lives are out of control and they’re standing on the deck of a sinking ship.” Like me, Benedict glumly thought. “In the bar, they relax, enjoy the other people and forget their troubles for awhile.”

“I go to visit with people.” Lucy stowed her camera back into her bag. They went to the truck.

“You always look like you’re having fun. People like to be around you.”

In the truck, Lucy refastened her seatbelt. “I like people. No one is the same and very few people are totally unlikable.”

“You really seem to enjoy life.”

“I try to enjoy each moment. Every moment is different. Every thing is different. It makes life more enjoyable when each moment is savored for its uniqueness.”

Love the Day is copyrighted by Elizabeth Hanawa writing as Betty Hanawa and is available from The Wild Rose Press.

I'll be giving a pdf of the winner's choice of my titles at The Wild Rose Press to one commentator on today's blog. I hope you enjoy The Wild Rose Press "Stop and Smell the Roses" Blog Day. Be sure to visit the other Roses who are blogging today. Check back here on Tuesday to see who won a copy of Love the Day.

Other authors from The Wild Rose Press who are blogging today are:
Amber Leigh Williams

Author's Studio

Christine Clemetson

Find a Great Romance

L.M. Gonzalez

Teri Wilson

Rebecca Savage

Hywela Lyn

Jennifer Johnson

Joyce Moore

Liana Laverentz

Linda Hope Lee

Laurie J. Edwards

Dawn Deanna Wilson

Susan Vaughn

Tanya Hanson

Tina Gayle

Laura Hogg

Bess McBride

Love the Day, June 17th!

Once upon a time, Lucy Moon was a handmaiden to the virgin goddess Artemis. Now she wanders the earth, determined to remain celibate rather than subjecting any more men to the death curse attached to her immortality.

“Love the Day” is being released on June 17 from The Wild Rose Press. This story is set at one of my favorite places on earth: South Padre Island, TX. I love sitting on the beach, burying my feet in the warm sand while watching my husband fish in the surf and my schnauzer try to catch seagulls and chase the pelicans’ shadows. Listening to the sound of the surf and breathing in the ions brings me a measure of contentment I experience no where else.

To celebrate the release of “Love the Day”, I’ll be giving away copies to two members of my Announcement Group on June 30^th.

Join me on my blog on June 29^th, when I’ll be participating in “Stop and Smell the Roses Blog Bouquet” with other authors from The Wild Rose Press. There will be twenty authors involved on June 29^th with another twenty earlier on June 22^nd. Each participating author will be giving a prize to one commentator on each blog. For more information and my prize, see my website.

Beast Within RELEASE Today!!!

Dylan Gomez wakes from a blackout, horny as hell, naked and stuck in a cage. Adding to his frustration is the sight of sexy wildlife officer Haley holding a gun on him. Even though he thinks Haley is crazy to insist the cage held a rescued wildcat, Dylan’s grateful to wake from another blackout in her home.

 

Haley wants to enjoy Dylan’s hot body but must force the former Special Forces officer to accept the fact that he changes into a jaguarondi. Haley wants the passionate man, not the wildcat, and devises an erotic game to teach him to control the shifting.

 

Hating to be submissive, Dylan knows he must trust Haley to train him to command the beast within.

Check it out at Ellora's Cave! 

NaNoWriMo, Anyone?

Anyone else up to the NaNoWriMo challenge this year?

National Novel Writing Month kicks off November 1st. It's an intense month with the goal of writing 50,000 words (yes, you read that right: Fifty Thousand words) in 30 days. It comes down to 1667 words a day, a bit less than 7 pages.

This is the tenth anniversary of NaNoWriMo. It started with 21 participants, most of whom knew each other from the onset and lived near each other. Six made it to 50,000 words. In 2007, over 100,000 people participated from countries all over the world. By midnight November 30, 2007, over 15,000 of them had turned in the magic number of 50K words.

Here's the scary part. You start with a blank page.

This is not a time to pick up an older novel and rewrite it. This is for a fresh idea, a new challenge. A new book by the end of November. Some people come into NaNoWriMo with an outline, character sketches, scads of research completed. Others come in with a vague idea, put hands on the keyboard, and start writing. Both systems lead to results including sales of books written in rough draft during NaNoWriMo.

The goal is to write. Don't edit. Write.

Yes, it's a raw rough draft. Yes, you'll write a lot of garbage. But this is not the time to get mired down in "the plot doesn't work" and "my character's an idiot." Don't go back and reread what you wrote the day before. Just keep writing. You can fix it later.

Yes, November is a busy month. But you know the cliche about busy people. "If you want something done..." I've set myself daily writing goals with at least four pages on the busy days and nearly triple that on the less busy days. I'm cleaning my house this week (also because our kids are coming to visit on Friday). Next week I'll make some double meals, with one going into the freezer for November. I'll also stock things that can be cooked in the crock pot and pre-made frozen entrees.

If you want to take the challenge, here's where you can find out more at NaNoWriMo. If you sign up or have signed up, I'm registered under Betty.Glasgow.Hanawa, if you want to be my buddy.

As far as what I'm going to write... well, I'm one of those heading into November 1 with a vague idea and some research done. But having written Turquoise Dreams in this way, I think I can do it again.

Will I make the 50K? I've told so many people about it, I'll be embarrassed if I don't. I just need to keep myself from getting distracted.

Book Up for an Award!

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My book Less Than Perfect Family is up for an award. http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/recentrev.htm

Last week I came in third, but first was only three votes ahead of mine. If you voted last week, thank you and will you please vote again? If you didn’t vote last week, will you do so, please? It only takes a couple of minutes.

Secondary Characters

I love secondary characters, not only for the insights and richness they give to main characters, but also because of their own personalities. Secondary characters, the friends/relations/pets of the heroine/hero, give the main characters depth and a sounding board for events during the story.

Often, though, a secondary character is intriguing enough to warrant a storyline, either within the ongoing novel or in a follow up novel. These days, I read the JD Robb “In Death” series as much for the secondary and minor characters as for the story. I know Eve Dallas, with Roarke’s help, will solve the murder and put the killer in a cage. But I also want to know what Peabody and McNab, Charles and Louise, Mavis and Leonardo are doing.Sometimes the secondary character tries to take over the whole book.

The first time it happened to me was during the writing of what eventually became Less Than Perfect Family.


In an original draft, Sam’s financial adviser, Martha, began to take over more and more of the book. Finally, I cut or copied all the scenes with Martha and put them all into a folder with Martha’s name. “Back off, Martha. You’ll get your own book.” When I started Martha’s story, I needed a hero for her and there was Sam’s best friend Phil suddenly telling me, “Martha’s my ex-wife and I still love her. I want her back. Please?” Hurmph, not Martha, Phil, or even Sam had told me during the first book Martha and Phil had been married to each other. Martha and Phil’s story became Balanced Heart.

Leslie Dicken and Lisa Paitz Spindler invited me to join their Word War, starting this past Monday. May 5. I set my goal of 500 words a day. The ticker shows how many words I plan to write for the rest of May. We're reporting to each other daily and Wednesdays we're to publicly report our progress on our blogs.

This past year has sucked and I'm determined to get some new work submitted this year. Right now I'm working on a story to submit to one of the confessional magazines. The Voices are talking to me again and I plan to have a new fiction story to submit by September, '08.

DESTINATION PLEASURE is now available in print at Amazon.com!

Ever fantasize about going somewhere exotic? Want to make a memory that burns long after the trip is over? Nine women. Nine countries. Nine erotic adventures. Join them as each embarks on the trip of a lifetime. Sometimes it's the journey. This time it's the destination. Destination Pleasure Erotic moments in exotic places.

DOUBLE DEUTSCH by Shayla Kersten

Needing a fresh start after her husband divorces her for a younger woman, advertising exec, Catherine Lakeland, takes a position in Germany. Curious about sex with a man other than her husband but wary of the complications of a relationship, Cat trades places with her new friend, a sex worker at a brothel, for one night of pleasure but double the fun.

MADE IN MEXICO by Desiree Holt

Gabrielle, a former DEA agent, has safely retreated from the world, living in a tiny room in the Yucatan and making her living as a guide for tourists in the Quintana Roo jungle. Then her old boss asks her to find an agent stranded in the jungle with no way to contact anyone, and help effect his retrieval. Luis Aguilar is her former lover, a man who ignited her passion and stole her heart, yet she ran from the lifestyle he offered. What will happen when she sees him again after a year has passed?

WICKED IN WALES by Eve Savage

Ever had one of those days? First a train strands hotel manager Leia Weisman in a Welsh town with a 54 letter name, her best friend won’t get off the “you need to get laid” wagon, and she practically attacks the zipper of the sexiest man she’s ever seen. Lucky for her, Maddock Cyndyn has the cure. Him.

DEEP DOWN UNDER by Myla Jackson

On vacation to Australia, Lucy is left with a bad taste in her mouth when her boyfriend dumps her because she won't go down. A twist of fate, a kamikaze kangaroo, and Lucy is on an outback adventure she'll never forget when she lands in the arms of sexy Aussie cowboy, Jack Kenner, where she learns the magic of going Deep Down Under.

SULTRY SAUDI NIGHTS by Allie Standifer

The past is supposed to stay in the past, right? Tell that to Sheik Damon E’Darvue. He showed up in Ariel Lake’s life after a one night mistake three years ago. With amazing amounts of bad luck and bad timing, Ariel finds herself married to a man she’s never been able to forget. But this time will she find the courage to stick around and find out what happens once passion is satiated?

TAKE ME AGAIN SAM by Megan Kerans

Belly dancer Dove Rickland travels to Casablanca to improve her dancing. But she never expects to receive hands-on lessons from sexy restaurant owner Samir Macias, or that they’d be so pleasurable.

NAUGHTY IN NORWAY by Layla Chase

A job promotion temporarily relocates Texan Dissa Booth to Oslo, Norway where she treats herself to a weekend mountain trip. The athletic moves of her blond, blue-eyed Viking of a ski instructor, Rolf Torger, set her lustful thoughts racing. Dissa cuts loose and lets him know she’s interested in any moves he might make besides on the slopes. Will one night of sexy naughtiness be enough? Or does a chance exist for more?

NAKED BLUFF by Betty Hanawa

The friendship with privileges relationship of American professional poker player Clarisse Jones and Prince Makis has bloomed into a love as beautiful as the roses his small country exports. His parents, the Prince and Princess of the island Principality of Renoun, have come to Monaco to pressure him into marrying. The American professional gambler is not what they wanted to be the new princess.

MI TORO by Brenna Zinn

In Seville, Spain for what should be an easy shoot for the final pictures of her Men of the World – Revealed photo book, Diana Walters quickly discovers her model is not the usual pushover. But if she hands over control to matador Philippe Cordova, will she leave with Spain with more than what she came for?

Turquoise Dreams out NOW

Last Friday, my novella Turquoise Dreams will be published by The Wild Rose Press, specifically The Scarlet Rose line of The Wilder Roses

Nita Ramirez Gonzalez and Calder (Call) Calverton have denied their attraction to each other for years. Now both are having erotic fantasies they can't ignore, especially when their dreams have them experiencing those fantasies through the legendary lovers who died 150 years ago.

This story came about due to the nagging… um, encouragement, Yeah, yeah, The Encouragement of WAP (Writers At Play} mates Tawny Weber and Leslie Dicken. My goal for the book was to write it strictly by the seat of my pants (pantser style) and to write ten pages a day. Leslie was curious about writing for the more erotic lines and wanted to see how I wrote for them. Tawny just likes to nag, much like WAP mate Trish Owens who's currently cracking the whip about getting edits on another book finished.

My husband and I had been to Carlsbad Caverns earlier in the year. I knew I wanted to put that experience into the book. I did more research and decided on AZ, particularly in the Four Corners region. After studying the various cultures who have left their mark on the region, I had my characters.

From beginning the concept through finishing the book, it took fourteen days. To Leslie and Tawny, it took too long. Tawny got the chapters every night and steamed up her monitor reading them. Leslie had to have me send the chapters via her personal email account because she was afraid her company's filters would censor them.

When I was finished, Tawny (Ms. Color Coordinator Plotter) had to applaud that I could write the story without an outline. Leslie became My Grasshopper Who Has Done well. Her newest Scarlet Rose story Improper Nights will be released by The Wild Rose Press on May 9.

It was a fun story to write. The edits suggested by Scarlet Rose Sr. Editor Diana Carlile have tightened it up and strengthen it.

And re: my experience at Carlsbad Caverns: I had reservations to explore one of the "wild" caves, but passed out on the way up the mountain due to heat and altitude. I recreated that the physical aspects of that incident in Turquoise Dreams

Hope you check out Turquoise Dreams and enjoy it. There's an excerpt on my website.

One at a Time

Last week, for the first time in my life, I saw daffodils in people’s yards. The area I live in is too hot for them so I’ve never seen them other than as potted plants.

When I saw them growing wild, daffodils became one of my favorite flowers.

A few days after I fell in love with daffodils, a friend sent me an essay about a hillside of daffodils blooming in a glorious pattern of colors. The plot had been planted over the course of thirty-five years, one bulb at a time. The moral of the essay is any plan can be accomplished if it’s taken one step at a time. Like several of my friends, I’ve been in a writing slump. The fog is starting to lift. I know the pattern of the story tucked in my brain. I’m not going to let the enormity of what I want to accomplish, the pressure of other stories that need to be finished or edited stop this story. Every day, I’m writing one word at a time, one paragraph, one scene of this story that makes me smile whenever I think about it.

Some day I’ll have more than just the single thoughts, but an entire book to smile at.

But for now, I’m happy to smile at one daffodil at a time.

Destination Pleasure

New year, new blogs, new stories coming out. Personally, I was extremely glad to see the end of 2007... a year in which the Screw-Up Fairy ruled my life. Now I'm happily growing "In the Garden" of the The Wild Rose Press, amongst the Summer Roses, the Fairy Roses, and those fun, sexy, naughty roses in the Scarlett Rose line.

Naked Bluff is my contribution to the fabulous Destination Pleasure line.


In a casino in Monaco, Clarisse Jones knows her "friends with benefits" relationship with Prince Mak is going to end soon. His parents are pressuring him to marry. She knows the Reigning Prince and Princess of the small island Principality of Renoun have no desire for their youngest son to marry an American, especially one who makes her living as a professional poker player. She plans on enjoying the last days she has with Mak, days that might be ending sooner than she realizes when Mak's parents arrive in Monaco.

The Destination of Pleasure is Monaco, home of glittering casinos, and the Grand Prix in "Naked Bluff." Available now at The Wilder Rose.

Ever fantasize about going somewhere exotic?
Want to make a memory that burns long after the trip is over?
Nine women. Nine countries. Nine erotic adventures.

Join them as each embarks on the trip of a lifetime.
Sometimes it's the journey. This time it's the destination.

The first nine stories of Destination Pleasure will be offered in a single volume in digital format on March 28, 2008, May 30, 2008 in print.

phrases

When I read, I find myself savoring phrases.

Last weekend I read Susan Elizabeth Phillips' MATCH ME IF YOU CAN. Here are some quotes from it that I admire.

“His hair was thick and crisp, its rich color a cross between a leather portfolio and a bottle of Bud.” Not only does it give the color, it’s a wonderful summation of the character. Successful businessman who worked his way up.

“They (his eyes) were the exact green of a hundred dollar bill singed at the edges with displeasure.” Makes it obvious someone (the heroine) is wasting his valuable time.

Then there are the side conversations that are wonderful.

The heroine Annabelle and the grandmother of one of the players, Arté, have been sightseeing in the company of the hero’s driver, Brodie. One of the Chicago Stars players rides up on his bicycle.

---When they reached the other side, they wandered toward the jogging trail. As they stopped to admire the view, a biker called out to Brodie, then pulled up beside him.

Annabelle and Arté fell still, both of them gazing at the man’s skintight black biker shorts. “Time to praise God for the glory of his creation,” Arté said.

“Amen.”

And when Phoebe (the Chicago Stars owner) learns Annabelle has pulled a fast
one on the hero.

-- Only Phoebe looked pleased and her amber eye’s glowed like a cat’s. “I love this. Not for the fact that you’ll end up in a shallow grave---I’m really sorry about that, and I’ll make sure he’s prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. But I love knowing that a mere slip of a female put one over on the great Python.”

Molly glared at her sister. “This is the exact reason Christine Jeffreys won’t let her daughter have a sleepover with the twins. You frighten people.”

Sums up Phoebe’s shark character and the sister relationship – supporting characters in this book and it’s fun to see them again.

Writing like this is why SEP is consistently on the NYT. I love a book that surprises me into giggles.

In TATTOO BLUES by Michael McClelland, a character walks into a man's house. Every surface is covered with clutter. The details of the clutter through the living room, dining room, and kitchen go on for pages. But at the very end is "a lone pickle floated in a jar of brine, a hand lettered sign stuck on the jar's side: Please do not feed the pickle." I love it. I rate "Please do not feed the pickle" right up there with Douglas Adams "So long and thanks for all the fish."

One of the best phrases I've come up with is in ONCE UPON A FAMILY which is in ebook now from Triskelion Publishing and will be in print in January '07. In it, Jane, the widowed heroine, reminds herself she really doesn't want her divorced friend Sam as anything more than a friend reminding herself that since his divorce he has a history of "sex and run." It summed up her impression of Sam's character, an impression she discovers is erroneous later in the story.

Then there is Edan from FALLING STAR WISH, an Elf who is a cobbler. The heroine, Holly, has a dog grooming studio. A male dog marked his territory on Edan's boot. (paraphasing the conversation) Edan was enraged and told Holly, "Do you know how long I worked building these boots? The spells I cast while building them? This dog has ruined them." Holly started to laugh and said, "Well, if the boots are ruined, all I can say is your spells must have been piss poor."

I love to read. I love humor in books. The ones that make me laugh are the favorites in my Keeper Shelf.

What do you keep to re-read?

learning to blog and html

Yay for Me! I'm such a techno-illiterate. But this evening I managed to do cut and paste and add pictures to this blog and also add my cover to Sisters of the Night http://sistersofthenight.blogspot.com/ which is Triskelion Paranormal authors blog. I also got my Amazon.com Plog activated.

Yes, yes - to the average 12 year-old this is sooooo not news. Like, Hello? You can't html??? No, kiddos, Auntie Betty learned to type on a Manual typewriter into which we inserted paper and when the little bell dinged, we had to push the carriage back to the left again. We learned to type accurately because erasing a mistake was dang near impossible. Heck, Bette Nesmith hadn't even invented Liquid Paper yet. When I was in college, to even go near the computer room, one had put on special coats and even booties like surgeons wear in operating rooms. That was in the days when "de-bugging the computer" literally meant getting an insect out of the computer's innards. I even used punch cards and learned Fortran in college. My tamed techno-geek said, "Gee, that's like saying 'I know the Alphabet Song."

It's much more fun living in this century. Why anyone wants to travel to the past is beyond my comprehension.

Today I learned to do a tiny bit of html coding. What did you learn today?

Just starting

I'm not a diary keeper so I'm sure entries for this are going to be haphazarded at best. Saturday I turned in a new book to my publisher and the executive editor. I took off Sunday and Monday to read. The hazard of becoming an author is not having time to read. And when I'm writing a book, I don't read in my genre. It was nice to pluck a few off the tottering TBR stack.

Janet Evanovich ELEVEN ON TOP -- Stephanie Plum -- always fun
Mary Janice Davidson UNDEAD AND UNRETURNABLE -- Queen Betsy's beginning to get the hang of things
Mary Janice Davidson and Anthony Alongi JENNIFER SCALES AND THE ANCIENT FURNACE
which had a wonderful flow
Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer DON'T LOOK DOWN which is an interesting blend of writing styles

Most of today I spent researching Old Growth Forests in the NE United States for the new book which I must start writing by the end of the week. This is a woman planning to develop a piece of property she's inherited into a subdivision and running afoul of the Woodland King who protects the property. It'll be interesting to see what happens between them and, since I'm such a pantzer, not even I know.