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Done…And Just Beginning
Life exists on the other side of the writers conference. I questioned that. I went into it with fear–of failure, of rejection, of not being enough. Didn’t sleep the night before we left because of nerves. I’ve emerged from it with a sense of perspective, hope and more confident that I should write. Didn’t see…
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Do I Have The Write Stuff?
I’m at a writers’ conference. A dream I’ve had for awhile. I’m scared half out of my mind. There are agents here, looking for new talent to snap up. Publishers seeking new books to acquire. Authors who’ve been there, done that and have the published books and contracts to prove it. What am I…
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Whatever Floats Your Boat Best
John and I’ve never been people who’ve craved cruising. My husband has issues with motion sickness. He had visions of being poised over the porcelain throne for hours on end. My issues had more to do with a wild imagination and the Titanic. My brain defaults to gruesome special effects. We had some generous-hearted friends…
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Beastie Bites The Dust
I knew she wasn’t long for my world. We’re finally putting Beastie out of her misery. Donating her to an organization that wants to practice car repairs. It’s all she’s good for now. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my little blue Corolla. She’s been a faithful vehicle. Getting me from point A to point B successfully. Car…
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