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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Freezin'-Cold Thoughts

A freezin'-cold fog this morning; the coldest 39 degrees I remember. My toes are cold--time to get my sheepskin boots on for the business of pecking on the keyboard (not for heading out to the barn to milk cows). Got some encouragement to 'keep on writing the mice story' and loved a suggestion for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Mining for Mice

I can’t tell whether I’m desperate or laughable. Both? Surely a hag with 11 grandkids should know a thing or two about kid stories, wouldn’t you think? After spending decades composing novels to pitch to agents and publishers and being swatted away like a gnat getting into their fruit salad, I had... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

"Oh, dear," she said, surprised.

Ha--blogger reactions show me that I did not get across what I was writing about, that being the seemingly-magical process of having a good writing day. However I got lots of great personal info--they did--or didn't--like the dark, and/or were afraid of getting bitten by the 'denizens' out there... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Dark World

Walking my habitual route to the dumpster early this morning, I was in Dark World. Black trees. Grey sky. Grey-and-black patterned ground. I was ruminating on how much I enjoyed the darkness, and that made me wonder why most people fight off Dark World. They take a flashlight to it. They install an... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 5, 2010

The Cat Watched

The cat watched, nearly napping, reclining like Nero on a shelf near the table where I was working, making bread dough. The occasional crinkle of bags of this grain flour or that grain flour kept piquing his interest (cat treats come in packets that make similar sounds when opened). But he still was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Rose-Colored Glasses

This morning a corner of our cloud cover folded back and a delicious rosy pink sprayed out, staining wrinkles in the rest of the clouds--for a short time. That line of mature trees marched in front of the pinkness, black silhouettes like tuxedos; a formal welcome for the day? Didn't take long for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 29, 2010

I'm My Cat's Maid

I’m my cat’s maid. Yes, after all the years (decades) of striving for excellence in a profession, I have reached my watermark. I’m trying not to complain, but I do wish the benefits were better and that there was a salary. Dooley, however, is unemployed, and I knew that when I took the position, so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Cabin/Waiting On the Mountain/Pack Rat Incident

I've searched unsuccessfully for a current topic to expound upon, so decided to re-animate previous writing. Here's an excerpt from the one book I did publish, Riding Shotgun In An 18-Wheeler, taken from letters sent to friends while on-the-road long haul trucking. We lived in everyone's occasional... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 22, 2010

Cheating No Secret Anymore

Why would a hag color her hair? Isn’t that the definition, in fact? ‘Hag’: one who cares little about appearance or posture. Oh, I know Father Time will win in the end; I am trying to cheat; I admit it. But like a mouse in a cat’s mouth, what can I lose by trying? Or, like the abysmal stretch of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

One Woman's Trash . . .

If there is such a thing as God being on any one particular people's side, then the god of weather is on our side in the Pacific Northwest. We have had some hillside-sliding onto roads and delay of traffic, but it's been quiet (if you don't count a recent rain/windstorm that rolled off our backs)... Sign in to see full entry.

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