The writer’s mascots
If they look comfortable, that’s because they ARE comfortable — on 4 inches of memory foam covered by an Egyptian cotton sheet. As a reminder: I’m often relegated to sleeping on 2 inches… Continue reading
If they look comfortable, that’s because they ARE comfortable — on 4 inches of memory foam covered by an Egyptian cotton sheet. As a reminder: I’m often relegated to sleeping on 2 inches… Continue reading
Still waiting for my book to be published. And waiting…and…*snore* In the meantime, I’m going through all of the curriculum and tests needed for the newest part of my job. That took “only”… Continue reading
It’s 12:30 am, and I’m awake…again. Wish I could telepathically communicate with my dogs. The biggest dog in the house is whining like a 3-year old. He’s the huge tan-colored dog in the… Continue reading
It’s 3am and I’m half awake. Last night, I was reading about the “Younger Dryas” — a time in history where cataclysms changed the face of the Earth, and many species died in… Continue reading
Last Thursday, at work, an hour before my meeting with the head honcho, I felt like this: Yes, I was a bit under the weather; so worried about being fired or having my… Continue reading
Postponements. It’s as if life itself is practicing procrastination. I have a book ready to be published. So far, 3 beta readers absolutely love the book. Only 1 beta reader said it’s too… Continue reading
I have no doubt that Vickie, my best friend and my editor, is ready to strangle me. And she’d be well within her rights. I arrived at the library on Tuesday and found… Continue reading
Anyone reading my blog understands that my brain is constantly talking to itself. Since I don’t have a name for what I’m talking at, I call it “GUE” (God, the universe, and everything). … Continue reading