Category Archive: Writing

Muse sick? No… She’s simply Liszt less.

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My brain wants meditation music.  Yet I’m listening to George Thorogood singing, “Bad to the Bone?” The overthinking brain whispers, “I don’t care.” The subconscious says, “I’m not listening.” Insomnia by any other… Continue reading

What do you think?

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I just put this ad for my book on Facebook and Twitter. What do you think about it? Excellent Good Indifferent Bad You’ve got to be Sh!##ng me!!    HOLDING THE LINES: The… Continue reading

Just a quick announcement

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HOLDING THE LINES:  The First Level of Hell Book 2 in my series… …is published! FINALLY! If you like my Senseless Sunday Sarcasm, you’ll like ATTO RUN and HOLDING THE LINES. Both books… Continue reading

7 years a blogger

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WooHoo!  Seven years today, my friend Vickie pulled me into the blog-o-sphere. I protested, while kicking and screaming,  “I can’t do this!” She reminded me that I was the one who needed a… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Somethin’ or Nothin’

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I got nothin’ That’s what people say when their mind goes blank. Presently, I have the opposite problem:  Kelly Bundy syndrome… …or what is otherwise known as: OVERLOAD!!!! The stories just won’t stop… Continue reading

40,000 words!

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From May 19 through June 14th:  40,000 words!!!! I’ve just written a new book. Now for the hard part Turning it into a work that can be published instead of Hemingway’s description:   Exhausted… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Research

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So far, I’ve written 26,000 words on a new book.  I would have written more, but I’m addicted to the internet. It’s not what you think! When I’m writing about the way someone… Continue reading

15,000

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15,000.  That’s the number of words I’ve written so far.  In 3 days. I still don’t have a title I like, but that can wait. Another chapter roils around in my head… at… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Writing Frenzy

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Never ask a writer, “What do you do for fun?” Today, I bleached the living room floor and drove hubby out of the house.  He hates bleach.  I hate cantaloupe.  He bought one… Continue reading

Mental Snowstorms

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Perhaps one day I’ll fade away when there are no more games to play, when cats and dogs have disappeared and naught remains to light my way.   Perhaps one night I’ll fail… Continue reading