Kimberly Sue Iverson's Blog, page 49
August 31, 2017
August 29, 2017
Damaged trust
August 22, 2017
The secret of peanut butter
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August 14, 2017
The Forbidden Connection – Part 1
The Forbidden Connection – 1
August 11, 2017
Quiet here
Today Mila went in to get spayed. Thankfully the vet called and said all went well, but she’ll be staying overnight. He let us know that overall she is doing well and her health is great. So that was nice to hear. It’s quiet without a cumbersome one year old puppy running about though. Or as she’d be right now, sleeping behind me on the bed.
As for our snippet. I will do another from where I’m working in Under Empty Stars. I plan to send this out to Jeanie tonight. She’ll have her hands full...
August 9, 2017
The man adventures of Mila’s ears
August 8, 2017
Spreading rumors and hatred
“Men and women range themselves into three classes or orders of intelligence; you can tell the lowest class by their habit of always talking about persons; the next by the fact that their habit is always to converse about things; the highest by their preference for the discussion of ideas.”
– Henry Thomas Buckle
Haven’t really been active here. But I thought I would try to write more about random topics I encounter. One of the most frequent I have dealt with, and that we all have, is the rum...
Spreading rumors and hatre
“Men and women range themselves into three classes or orders of intelligence; you can tell the lowest class by their habit of always talking about persons; the next by the fact that their habit is always to converse about things; the highest by their preference for the discussion of ideas.”
– Henry Thomas Buckle
Haven’t really been active here. But I thought I would try to write more about random topics I encounter. One of the most frequent I have dealt with, and that we all have, is the rum...
August 4, 2017
Free Friday Snippet from Under Empty Stars
The book I’m currently editing is Under Empty Stars. And today’s snippet will come from that book.
Then there was her. The one who wouldn’t let him. Kept touching him, feeding him. Heat built inside him and he flipped the small switch upward on the console. He’d avoid focusing on her.
Needed to anyway.
Distraction. Nothing for him.
I’m dying. Then Jack’s words came back to him what if she has to die to achieve it too and he curled his fingers to a fist. Not the way it was supposed to work. Sh...


