Tag Archive: humor

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

Four O’clock catty thoughts

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This  is my favorite picture of my favorite cat who is still alive. This is my favorite cat who died at 13 from a heart condition the vet said would kill him by… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Guilt

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Sheriff’s office 1856 “Hello, Ma’am,”  Sheriff says.   “There are people riding by my house at night on horseback,” Ma’am says.  “I think they’re up to no good.” “I’ll be waitin’ for them tonight,”… Continue reading

My day in a nutshell

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Today was NUTS! I’m not talking peanuts — this was pure pecan-o-rama! I was opening a file from one computer to another — and it disappeared.    It represented 3 months of notes… 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

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Work

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I’ve been told that war is 90% anticipation and 10% action. There is physical war and there is mental war:  Mental war is called work. Work is 90% “Will I ever get caught… Continue reading

Humor found elsewhere

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This was found on SMNOS (social media not otherwise specified).   .. . . . .And finally…

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

Floridians be like, “We still recognize bad grammar when it’s over 90F.”

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It’s that time of year again. We made it through January (aka “when hell freezes over) We made it through February (aka “short man month syndrome) We made it through March/April (aka when… 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