Category Archive: Writing

!!!!A GIANT WHOPPING THANK YOU!!!!

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Almost a year ago I began my blogging career. It began when I read the advice on a literary agent’s website: Go forth and blog. My first reaction to blogging was, “Yeah…right…like that’s… Continue reading

The Itchy Underarm of Publishing Anxiety

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Have you ever fallen asleep at 6pm just to awaken at 11:30pm because your underarms are chapped and the only thing you can find to relieve the incessant desire to scratch is feminine… Continue reading

It takes a special kind of sick to be a writer

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As I sit through the 3am toothache with Viszla mutt at my feet, I contemplate a couple of replies I’ve written on other peoples blogs within the past few days. Yes, I’m waiting… Continue reading

Crappy Awards

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  Ever have one of those days where it would have been better just to sleep 24 hours and forget it happened? I’m better at writing things down than trying to talk. I’ll… Continue reading

Typed in 60 seconds. Education then and now.

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  More on (or moron) changes that have happened since my birth.  Tonight’s treat is… EDUCATION: Then: There was no such thing as a learning disability. I was in 1st grade when Rhoda… Continue reading

Happy Birthday to Me.

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  I’m in my 60’s and approaching another birthday.   I’m still an insufferable annoyance, I “ain’t quite right,” and have a host of other things I prefer to ignore until they rear their… Continue reading

Life With A Deaf, Blind, Lame, Senile Dog That Thinks She’s My Mother

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My dog is on drugs…. anti-flea meds every four days, antibiotics and anti-pain pills twice a day, and prednisone for itching down to every other day. Oh yes, and a diluted vinegar spray every… Continue reading

QUACK vs. DOCTOR

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As mentioned in my last post, if there were such a thing as a quack magnet, my parents fit the bill—or paid the bill (however you want to look at it).  My personal… Continue reading

Momness

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      Mother’s day.  The ads byting my inbox were the only reason I was aware of its encroachment.  I may not remember it, but my family doesn’t forget (I’m flattered beyond… Continue reading

WRITERS GRIDLOCK

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I’ve been deep into a state I call writer’s gridlock.  In a lot of ways it’s worse than writer’s block because it comes at you in so many layers. It started when I… Continue reading