Sunday, July 13, 2025
The thermometer says it's 'only' 86, but the 'feels like' temperature says it's 103... and I believe that! It's reported we will hit 102 or more soon. We got up about seven this morning to do a few things outside, but by nine, both of us were drenched in sweat. For as long as the fan in my office... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, July 12, 2025
... and, I'm Back
I have people who have discovered that the "only thing I do in the morning is write," so they think it's alright to stop over and talk about a few things. The concept that I write to make money is something they can't understand. My writing office is in a small (10'x12') former bedroom with a... Sign in to see full entry.
I'll Be Back...
... and when I come back, I'm going to address this comment by Kabu: I'm using Grammarly now, and although it annoys me, it does work. I'll admit, Grammarly can be a real pain, but I'll explain how I do it. V Sign in to see full entry.
The Porch Light Is Still On
The Sweetness Between The following week unfolded like soft, unwrinkled linen sheets — comforting, quietly luxurious in their ease. Chuck showed up every other evening with something in his hands — groceries, a book he’d found, dog treats that made Benny suspiciously devoted. Marcia cooked more than... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, July 11, 2025
The Alien Says Good Bye, Meet Angela, and A Joke
Good morning. Another day of getting up too early, but it's another day that I woke up feeling good and without any pain. And yes, I do realize that having no pain at my age is a genuine blessing. I sweat like the proverbial pig, but I stay cool. I rarely overheat, and I'd rather be sweaty than... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Surprise Birthday Parties & Dumb Joke
Another typical Florida day lies ahead. Humid and hot, with an always-present threat of rain in the afternoon. I'm going to dork around outside while it's only 88, and come in to write once it hits 97. I don't recall if I mentioned it here, but Lisa's birthday was Tuesday. We had a few friends drop... Sign in to see full entry.
The Porch Light Is Still On
The Song They Didn’t Finish The library smelled like pencil shavings and old dust. Marcia didn’t mind. It grounded her, made her think of notebooks and careful thoughts, of things being written because they mattered. She waited in the tiny community room, her guitar resting against her knee. Chuck... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
Good (way too early) morning! I was awakened to a 75# dog standing over my head, telling me it needed to go outside RIGHT NOW. Nothing in our home involves only one dog. You play with one, you end up playing with them all. It's the unwritten rule of the house. Generally, we go to sleep somewhere... Sign in to see full entry.
The Porch Light Is Still On
All the Way Quiet They didn’t speak about Dana again. Not out of avoidance—just understanding. Some pasts didn’t need to be picked apart. They needed to be witnessed, and then they needed space to settle. That night, the quiet between Chuck and Marcia changed. It stretched further, but not thinner.... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Writing Conversations, Plotting on When... and A Terrible Joke
With our power scheduled to be turned off for line maintenance at about 9 am and coming back up around 11, this morning, I figured I would 'sleep in,' but that didn't happen. Oh well. As I was posting today's segment of my romance story, I remembered how tricky it is to use that much back-and-forth... Sign in to see full entry.