Last night, I got the paw…a soft one, but nevertheless, it was a call to action. Right after that, a soft, but urgent cry followed. My boy. He needed to get out. It was well after midnight and I had to get up at 5:30 for a commitment I’d made with a friend, something I […]
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I often grab a cup of coffee with a writing partner of mine. She writes mostly adult, but dabbles in other genres, and has recently published her debut novel. She’s tapped into a well of determination and desire to use her time to get the work done. She inspires me! It wasn’t the work though,
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Begging for Trouble So innocent, right? Don’t believe it. This boy is always looking for trouble. Which is a great lesson
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What on earth is a writing life? How can a body make that work in a day where a million things come at you all at once? Well, I am a good waiter, in both senses of the word! I can wait on everyone in my house, clean and cook, walk and toss the ball
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This morning, I spotted this beauty as I was walking along the path with Wrigley. He’s a frequent visitor to this pond, which tells me there’s a ton of life lurking in the depths of the murky water below. He’s a stealth operator, but so are we. The sky above us is clear and blue,
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Making the Most of a Blue Sky Day! This puppy, this day for me as a writer started out as a challenge. Where to go with a current draft that I’m working on, the book I’m seeking representation for, and all the other voices in my head telling me I should do this, I should’ve done
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So, of course, the story continues. Wrigley and Reilly existed on this planet for three whole days together. Wrigley, I believe, is Reilly’s gift to me. Wrigley was born on October 5th, and came to us just shortly before Christmas. We had had a dog that didn’t chew furniture, nibbled occasionally on a finger, maybe,
This golden boy, my hero, my heart dog, Reilly! A little puppy celebrated by family and friends near and far! Who could forget the sound of his happy caroling, yipping really, when he saw you coming and stretched the leash to come to you instead. He was an amazing animal, and as one of my
Hurricane Ian, now deemed a tropical storm, moved in through the night last night. We knew he was coming, had days to prepare. But no matter how hard you shutter and shelter, there still is that hype that surrounds any storm. Up north, we had our snow days. We raced to the store to purchase
How sweet it is! Two scoops? Well, they were small. I am a sucker for good ice cream. Not an ice cream snob, mind you…heck, I’d even eat bad ice cream! So here I was, minding my own business, walking along the streets of The Battery District in Atlanta, when I spotted a bright, red
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