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Dec31, 2020: A Look Way Back!

We're pretty much snowed in this last day of 2020, a kind of double quarantine because we're not going anywhere anyway. We tried a neighborhood walk yesterday, the cold snow biting into our faces, reminding us of the rest of winter ahead, no escape to a warmer climate with friends this spring.As I look around my cozy and warm office, favorite books nearby, quilting project midway with blocks

Weds Update: Inspired by the Internet

2021 is getting closer and closer. I don't have everything done that I wanted to complete this year. Is this you?Pandemic means no going out for dinner. I know. Sometimes I get a little tired making those three meals a day (plus snack, sometimes healthy). We have a cozy little apartment, a tiny kitchen that I love because I can practically touch both sides when I cook, so I shouldn't complain,

2020: End of Year Musing

What a year! So many challenges for us all. Thank you, readers, for being part of my blogging community, friends virtual and real, I'm grateful for each one of you.My gift to you: If you sign up for my newsletter by DECEMBER 21, I will send you a link for a free Kindle copy of Years of Stone!  ß Click!Yesterday, our walk took us slogging through snow and slush up to the pond. What a delight to

Normal? Not normal?

For far too many of us, 2020 will remain that year we wished were different.Each time I think that life has somewhat returned to normal, as normal as life during a pandemic can be, something happens that shakes me. Friends sick with Covid or other serious illnesses, the situation made more difficult with restrictions on how we may visit. Political shenanigans that make it nearly impossible for

IWSG: Winter Dreaming . . .

First Wednesday of the Month means time to check in with the Insecure Writers Support Group, a time to share our thoughts and support this wonderful community of writers. This month's question: Are there months or times of the year that you are more productive with your writing than other months, and why?Normally, I would say my writing follows a routine, no matter the season, with an occasional

Sweeten the Weekend before Thanksgiving -- with a Free Book!

These days, I'd rather wander by the pond than watch news on tv. Yesterday, the pond had iced over a bit, and the ducks were standing atop ice, refusing to float in those few inches of half-melted puddles of icy water. Canada geese are still circling south, though every once in a while, one flies alone, honking as if the sound will bring him back to the flock.I'm grateful for much this

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 Yes, sign up for my newsletter!!!! It's not enough we're facing problems with the pandemic with even more social distancing, lights out during snowstorm, and that old blank page that afflicts writers sometimes, but Blogger won't put my new SIGNUP PAGE on the above navigation bar . . . and I have a big promotion next week.  Aargh! So, please do sign up for my newsletter if you want to know about

Liftoff! for Sci Fic Lovers

I still remember falling in love with science fiction when I was a teenager. I was staying with a family and discovered boxes -- yes, boxes of science fiction paperbacks. Aliens! Space ships! Intergalactic battles! I used to stare at the stars and moon and wonder if someday we would travel far beyond our universe.Today's treat introduces Tyrean Martinson's new book, Liftoff! which launches today.

IWSG Nov 4: Albert Camus and A Writer's Commitment

Back in the day when I studied great literature, I fell in love with Albert Camus. I admired his writing style and his enigmatic, compelling works, taking to heart his challenge that even if all around us is absurd, we have a responsibility to take the 'right' action -- and to define for ourselves exactly what that 'right' action is.This morning, the day after the election, and given our current

OctPoWriMo 31: Dance the ghouls in . . .

Dance the ghouls infor tonight is Halloween,though there's one ghoul in particular,that one with the lined face, floppy red hair and red eyes,grasping hands and greedy mouth,I would love to dance right out.This night is not like all other nights:We won't see a long line of witches, clowns, or vampiresstreaming to our door, cauldrons in hand,begging for treats; the Day of the Deadcomes