Cutter and I caught mid-conversation.
I can communicate with animals.
Last night I spoke with Violet, one of my grand-dogs, and asked silently, “Do you really like that canned pumpkin I gave you last night with your dinner?”
She stared back with liquid pools of brown love: “Anything you give me is full of love, and how can love not taste divine?” Continue reading
Last week, I experienced one of those horrible, frustrating, soul-sapping days. We’ve all had them once in a while. They seek to bring our Spirit down.
Because of that kind of day, I decide dinner will be the tried and true – pizza. I drive to our favorite pizza place, owned by some adorable Italians who landed here just a few years ago to begin their dream. Continue reading
“So, it’s your fault he did that?” Debbie asked.
“Well, it was a dare. I didn’t think he’d actually do it,” Judith said.
“What did you think he’d do?” Debbie stared, perplexed, at her best friend. Judith was a scientist, gorgeous, and somehow successful despite being a scatterbrain.
Judith pondered Debbie’s question. “We’ve been dating for 101 days.”
Any author knows the ins and outs, the worries and woes, the joys and jubilation of publishing.
Most authors love the writing part. After all, that’s the fun!
Some authors tolerate the publishing part: agent? editor? mainstream publisher? Indie publishing?
Every author I know dislikes the last part: PROMOTION. I print it in caps but whisper it in tiny letters since it’s a dirty word to many of us.
But promotion is a necessary dirty function of GETTING YOUR BOOK READ by readers besides your best friend and great aunt.
I beg Murial for her mysterious cookie recipe. I asked her five years ago, four years ago, three, two and now. Now, I ask her again as I take a small bite of this delicious, delectable cookie.
I feel light, airy, almost otherworldly, which makes no sense. It’s only a cookie.
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