I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to […]
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Well, folks. As of last Thursday, my book manuscript is in the hands of my agent. All 252 pages, 71,000 + words of it. She’s supposed to read it this week. Then, if she’s satisfied it’s ready, she’ll start pitching it to publishers and film production companies. And the roller coaster climbs the next hill
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That previous post was mostly a nod to Luke, the Kryptic King. (That sounds a lot like Krispy Kreme, but I assure you they’re very different.) So. The signing. It was fun. It really was. The bookstore sold 40+ of my books during it. They were happy. I got to visit with lots of people.
She’s a modest pixie. Read More »
I spent April 2-6 at Mt. Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. Part of me wants to share with all of you what happened there, but part of me is hesitant. Sometimes when other people receive particularly delightful blessings, I want so badly to rejoice with them — to share their happiness without a trace of jealousy
The winds have shifted, and the sails are full. But I’m not the captain of this ship. Read More »
ACK! I just checked my friend’s page. Too many postings, not enough time. Just so you’ll know, folks, I love you like you were all my very own relatives who live in Boston so I never see you but think of you whenever I eat baked beans. But, I will not be able to read
It’s funny. When I come here to write lately, I just can’t seem to think of anything amazingly insightful or interesting to say. Some smart aleck is probably thinking, “When did you ever say anything insightful or interesting?” All I have to say to that is, um, . . . nothing. Yeah. I’m pretty out
Too bad we can’t skip to the last chapter and take a peek! Read More »
People sometimes ask me what I write. The answer is complicated. But one rather unusual writing niche I’ve enjoyed for many years involves composing tributes in verse. People provide me with biographical data about the person they wish to celebrate/roast, and I convert it to metrical musings. Part of the package deal is the presentation
George is excited. He typed my name into an author search on Barnes & Noble, and my book came up. He was so cute about it, he made me laugh. I love that he’s proud of me. George is adorable. This evening I’ve been working on choreographing a spotlight dance to “At Last”–the great old
joys like shooting stars, lovely, momentary, delightful Read More »
This is written in iambic something-or-other. I know tetrameter is four metrical feet per line, and pentameter is five metrical feet per line. But what’s the name for three? I don’t know that. So, anyway. It’s iambic. And it’s got three metrical feet per line. And it’s for Ragamuffen. Happy Birthday, love! A poet-child is
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I’ve noticed various discussions around LJ about the meaning of one’s “friend” list or, more to the purpose, the “friend of” list. What does it mean when someone adds your journal as a “friend”? Probably different things to different people. I know some folks say it indicates no more than a literary interest. They like
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