Monthly Archives: December 2014

Originally posted on Parallel Oonahverse:
As is well known I HATE New Year (there is champagne cooling but I may just be early to bed this year) and I am not fond of January either — so forgive me if…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM According to my quick Google search, approximately 2.5 million people die every year in the United States. I don’t often look at this stuff, but I’m on this “things will never be the same as they are … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Chris Hill, Author:
I spent last weekend in a pleasant farmhouse in Devon with a bunch of other writers, editors and publishers, judging the Magic Oxygen Literary Prize. It was the first time I have been involved…

Originally posted on In Transition:
It’s 80 degrees on December 28~ the sun burns my winter white skin as I take my morning walk, the smell of roses and tea olives, replace cedar and fir~ trees just finished shedding  leaves…

Originally posted on chocofigbee:
Louis L’Amour, one of my favourite writers for Westerns—as in cowboys and the Wild West—was asked the secret of his prolific stories. He simply shrugged and said, “Start writing, no matter what. The water does not…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM We went to Handel’s Messiah last weekend.  I’m completely in love with our symphony’s conductor.  He moves his whole body, lets the music flow through him.  He’s not just a tux and a stick.  He’s more and … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Eva Lesko Natiello:
photo by Carla de Souza Campos Last night I had a nightmare that I was at the Cornelia Street Café to do a reading from my novel. I stood at the microphone on the…

Originally posted on chocofigbee:
I love pens. I especially like pens with ornamental or novelty heads at the end. I have a few that are squishy so in those moments, when the pen is willing but the paper is blank,…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM Our Christmas tree fell off the roof of our car. Things are rarely as I envision them, but this, this was a first.  It rumbled, tugged, and then fell right off.  Tree flying in the rear view mirror, … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:
…and we’re not likely to run out of breath any time soon Just because John’s been gone for 34 years today, doesn’t mean the message is any less vital.  War is over if you want…