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My 2014 September 11th Remembrance

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September 11, 2014

  A repeat of a post I wrote 2 years ago, I don’t think I can describe better.  Now it’s 9/11 again and again I am taken aback by what the people in Manhattan had endured.  Below is an excerpt: . . . before when I would see footage of the smoking towers, I would just see… Read More ›

Belly Stuffed

Do you stuff yourself on holiday food?  I don’t mean at parties where you’ve got to be polite.  I mean the at-home family holiday meals.  I’ve only taken two bites out of my piled-up plate and I’m already thinking about the ‘seconds’ I’m going to get.  I’m thinking about the stove and which pots are… Read More ›

Time Out, It’s Me, the Protagonist

So what’s my next step.  There’s a new conflict in my life.  I thought I was going to enjoy this three-day weekend.  I thought that although not perfect, everything was manageable with my family.  I found out this weekend that issues and emotions had been brewing all week.  I was thrown into a conflict that… Read More ›

2-22-13 To My Dad, with Honor

My Dad was born on this day in 1933. I knew him for 42 years, then he died. All I have now are the memories of him and the sense that he is watching over me. The day after he passed away, I went home and took a nap.  My Dad did not live with… Read More ›

Darn It!

Seven years ago, when many readers and writers were focusing on vampires, zombies, and werewolves, I had my little story about the Dead.  I know vampires and zombies are dead, but I mean the real dead.  The real ones.  You know what I mean? I actually had my story before Twilight became popular.  I remember… Read More ›

Me and You: Let’s Converse!

Hi, How are you? Yeah, I’m talking to you.  You!  YOU!   Yeah, you who is reading this.  (Is that correct grammar, ‘you is?”)    Oh, I don’t care. Hiya doing? Well, no need to preach to the choir. 🙂 Hey, word is out about what  happened to you yesterday.   Tell me about that. You… Read More ›

The People in the Towers – 9/11

I continue to be mesmerized with empathy by the events of September 11, 2001.  As I’m sitting here now watching the History Channel, I  — I had to pause for a minute, because they just showed footage of the second tower being hit, and the people inside an apartment started shouting and screaming, “oh my… Read More ›

11-1-11

A Monumental Day First, happy birthday to my grandmother, Gladys! Second, this is a good day to make a change. Third, 11 is my favorite number.  I was born 11-30-66. Fourth, I can’t wait until 11-11-11. Fifth, this month is most important this particular year.  I’m expected to make a new change toward improvement each… Read More ›

I Thought I Was Michael Jackson’s Biggest Fan

I thought I was Michael Jackson’s biggest fan.  I challenge anyone who thinks they have listened to Michael Jackson’s songs more than I have.  (I’m willing to bet I would have even beat him on that before he died.)   All through my child and adolescenthood – from about 11 until 17, I listened to the… Read More ›

Fresh Start

So, I’m going to rewrite my book from a whole different angle.   I’m going to try not to look back at my first draft.  Anything worth recollecting will pop back into my memory. I write paranormal fiction.  Not necessarily romantic fiction.  I mean, it’s in there.  How can there be a story without any romantic… Read More ›

My Tweets (it ain’t much)

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Writing Goals

My First Completed EbookNovember 11th, 2013
I will put my first Ebook on Amazon

The Background: Swamp Scene in Avoyelles Parish

The scene is a swamp in Louisiana, my home state. It is also the setting of my beloved story that I will finish one day, even if I have to take it up to Heaven in a folder with a pen. God would say, "you're still carrying around that thing?" I would nod my head and give him a humble blink, my pen and paper in hand. He would then ask, "so how are you going to get it to your audience when you're done?" I would gulp and give him another humble blink. Then I'd look down at my work and a grin would grow on my face . . . (you won't get it until after you read my book, once I do finish it. . .)