Okay, this one goes under both themes, writing and web-rookie. Know what happens when you send more than one file attached to an e-mail? I found out yesterday. What happens, if you’re sending them to an older computer, is you get to send them again, one at a time. At least, if you’re me. Because […]
Thirty -Three E-Mails Later… Read More ยป
So this is late. Shoot me. Blog-city wouldn’t let me in. Some faffle about DNA samples and passwords… I think there’s a clone running around. Anyway. Dug this up recently, thought it a pretty interesting view into this warped entity I call my mind. This is a free-write I attempted more than seven years ago,
So You Want to Know How a Writer Works Read More ยป
I got it, finally! I couldn’t figure out how, at first, because I had this picture of Donte at twelve, and I just couldn’t seem to age the image. So I finally figured a way around it. And anyone who’s ever seen The Karate Kid or The Faculty will totally believe it. Ralph Macchio was,
I have a request, and (I truly appreciate your visits!), this seems the most appropriate place to make it. (It makes me so happy as my counters tick upwards!) A few people a day, nothing overwhelming, but a few people with taste, are visiting all three of my sites. But I have no idea who
I Know You're Out There–My Counters are Ticking Read More ยป
We proved it once again last night–BJ and I together are a formidable creative force! We don’t even have to be talking about writing, we just have to be together, and the sparks start flying. What would I do without that jump start to my thinking, every two weeks? Despite interruptions from a well-meaning neighbor,
Two Sparks Make a Fire Read More ยป
Help! I’ve been tied in a towel and dragged to a water park! Help! Okay, you can’t help anymore, it already happened. After the lovely fight Friday, beloved hubby did apologize, and tell me to take all the time I needed for my writing. How sweet. Next day, of course, he starts maneuvering for a
Well, I knew it was a matter of time. The hubby declared today that I’m wasting my time. I’m just being lazy, playing around on this computer all the time, instead of taking care of my family. That’s not his job, you understand. How can a man be expected to clean up after himself, and