At Least They're Committed

The link was pinged to me by a friend, http://iwl.me/, the results of which were at the least wildly amusing (and that’s saying a lot) and at best deeply inspirational. “Who do you write like?” Simple. You put in copy you’ve written, in my case past blog posts, and it tells you whose prose is… Read more

“You’re motivated and ready to fly, yet you continuously feel that your wings have been clipped and you’re grounded.” That’s my horoscope for August. I’m struggling to overcome the deeply embedded feelings of inadequacy thanks to overlooking the missing ‘t’ in ‘stroke’ in a headline in the mag. I’d already resigned, didn’t want to leave them… Read more

I have come to find it quite impossible to read more than a page or two of the Chronicles of Narnia without going ever so slightly into British writing mode, save for the spelling of course. Forgive me then, since I did previously promise myself that I’d tell this story for  both posterity and the… Read more

Practicing: “Ooooh, hey <insert name here> it’s so great to see you! You look wonderful!” OK, that’s good. “Oh, thank you! Well, I try!” Ugh. I hate compliments! “Now, now! Stop that! Old is a state of mind. I’m not feeling the least bit old and I certainly hope you’re not either! You certainly don’t… Read more

What a difference six months can make. We’re heading to the ranch Friday morning and returning Monday morning and I expect it will be a lovely time, with ATVing, hiking, fireworks and wine. I intend to sit in the whirlpool and read The Last Testament while downing an entire bottle all by myself. Flash back to last… Read more

My best thinking time is when I’m trying to figure out what to do with my hair in the morning. Typically, for some bizarre reason, that’s when Randy pops into my head and me having to invade his home with Aunt Patti when she was visiting once because her bladder could last no longer when… Read more