Posts from Category: Wild Ramblings

Lead Dragons and Yellowed Pages

Filed in: Life | Wild Ramblings    Tags: Michael Moorcock | Philip K. Dick | Piers Anthony | Ral Partha | Roger Zelazny | South Bend | The Griffon | Valentine's Day
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“What,” my young friend asked, “do you get a guy for Valentine’s Day?” Hm. Now, I’ve been single a long time. But immediately my mind leaped backwards, over two boyfriends and into a time when I pondered the same thing about my husband. And before I could stop it, out of my mouth came, “Used [...]

Three AM Thinking, about life, love, and the pursuit of a writing career

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Any regular reader knows that I’m a night owl. I really do think it’s genetic. Rachel tends to be one as well. Even as a kid, I’d pretend to sleep until after my parents were in bed, then get up and read by the nightlight in the hall. The world is simply different at night. [...]

Love Me, Hate Me, Just Don’t Eat My Socks

Filed in: Wild Ramblings    Tags: Castle | lost email | socks and dryers
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I have a Love/Hate relationship with email and have . . . oh, since about 1984, when my ex bought one of the first Macs, along with a CompuServe account. Heady days, the net back then. But even in a time before some of my readers were born, the ‘net ate email in the same [...]

Unstoppable

Filed in: Wild Ramblings | Writing | blog    Tags: Facebook | Music | tarantella | Twitter
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A few nights ago, I posted this on my Twitter and FB accounts: 1 AM, and I just don’t want the music to stop. This was not a metaphor for some life issue. As my energy waned, I felt my creativity draining. Yet one of my Pandora stations sang on, in the midst of songs [...]

Who Am I?

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This may be the oddest blog I ever post, but let’s put it under the category of “casting the author.” Confession: I’d like to start dating again. Don’t ask. Sometimes I look around and think this would be a HUGE mistake. Other times . . . well, I dream on. So I have profiles on [...]

The Last Butterfly of Summer

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Every writer should have a summer like I did in 1971. Unlike what you might expect, 1971 was not a coming of age summer. That had happened the year before, when my brother showed up at our back door in an army uniform. In fact, nothing really major happened in 1971. At least, not to [...]

Rainy Days, Bible Quizzes, and Promotional Blogging

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Random thoughts on a day meant for napping. I should be working. I have line edits, a proofing job to finish today, and work on two long-term projects waiting in the wings. Plus, calls tomorrow and next week regarding other jobs. Instead, I’m watching the rain a few moments and thinking about CARLY. It’s the [...]

A Friday Reflection: The Circle of Life

Filed in: Life | Wild Ramblings | Writing    Tags: Love Inspired Suspense | Teachers | The Taking of Carly Bradford
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I am really enjoying your manuscript. How do you ever think of such unusual things and make them so interesting? I hope to finish reading and return it to you when you come. I am so proud of you. This note arrived Christmas week, on a card from my first grade teacher. When I met [...]

Opening Pandora

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Still in “catch-up” mode. I can’t believe how far behind I am, and not just emails and work stuff. My house has become a disaster area, and I have friends I haven’t talked to in weeks. Trying to balance two careers when both are escalating has become an intriguing adventure in forgetfulness some days. Today, [...]

Updates, Reflections, and Resolutions

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The last three weeks have been exhausting. I haven’t blogged because between changes at work, work at home, and two book signings, I’ve been too tired in the evenings to do much more than what I have to – usually that’s eat, clean, and go to bed. But all of that is about to change. [...]