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Somebody Smack Me
Okay, so yes, I’m a world-class worrier. But I only worry about important stuff, like whether or not the voices in my head who become novels might suddenly stop talking to me or that no one will buy my book when it launches in February or that they will buy it, but think it’s truly stupid or that I’m going to have heart attack while I’m driving…see? Only really important stuff. The book fears are more real right now because I signed my contract with the publisher on Tuesday. So, now it’s really gonna happen–I’m going to be published. So now, I get to perseverate over copyedits, launch, promotion, sales…a…
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At the Bettyverse
I’m guest blogging at the Bettyverse today, folks. We’re talking about my scary trip to the ER and why it’s probably better to listen to your body (and a good friend who realized things aren’t right with you), rather than run to the Internet when things feel “off.” Come on by, talk to me.
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Guest Blogging…
…at Chick Lit Writers today. CLW is the special-interest online chapter of Romance Writers of America–a group of writers from around the world who love–and write–chick lit. Come by and talk to me about your synopsis-writing experience. For me, it’s rather arduous. How about you?
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Thanks, Charlie!
So guess what. I have atrial fibrillation. Who knew? Not me. But, Tuesday was an interesting day. Started out very normal with a swim in the morning, then home for a shower and quick cruise through the house picking up and putting away. Then I started baking–cookies and fudge to send to my clients and croissants for my chapter RWA meeting on Saturday. Nothing unusual, except that as I bustled about the kitchen setting rolls to rise, mixing up cookie dough, stirring fudge, I kept having heart palpitations. Now, I’ve had heart palpitations for several years and have always believed they were part of that syndrome whose name must not…
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Guest blogging…
…at the Bettyverse today. Come by and have an Art Linkletter: Kid’s Say the Darnest Thing” moment with me!
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Down to the Hills
The southern part of my state is all rolling hills and deep ravines, pine trees and majestic oaks and maples. For years, I rode my horse in these parts–up hill, over dale, and across creeks.We camped in the state park and spent long fall days wandering the forests on horseback, to the point that sometimes it seemed as if the horses knew the trails better than we did. They’d pick up their pace when we were headed back to the horseman’s camp–they were always anxious to return to the campsite where they knew they’d be relieved of the heavy saddles and given a good brushing and hay and fresh water.…
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I’m at the Bettyverse Today…
…and we’re talking about cyber-chondria http://bettyverse.com/?p=712. You know, that proclivity to feverishly check the Internet every time you have an ache or a pain? I confess, I’m an Internet hypochondriac. Am I alone? Come by…talk to me… we’ll think of it as therapy!
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My Baby…or a Monkey?
One of the few jokes I can actually remember well enough to tell is one that comedian Flip Wilson (remember him?) told. It was the sixties and I was a little kid, but this joke stuck. It goes something like this: Here’s an incident that took place recently when I was returning from Chicago by train. I got on the train and sat down. And I noticed that the woman across the aisle from me had her baby with her. Ugly baby. Ugly baby. From the other end of the coach comes this guy and he was very drunk and he was staring at the baby. And the woman heard…
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My Turn
Back in August, I guest blogged at the Bettyverse about a special ring that my siblings and I gave to our mother many years ago. Here’s the post…and below a picture of the ring. When we did our annual Black Friday picnic at the winery yesterday, Kate gave it to me to wear–it’s my turn. When I was first married, my siblings and I decided to give our mom a “mother’s ring” for Christmas. Remember those? They were hugely popular in the seventies, but we wanted something different, not the typical gold band with birthstones that you could pick up at any department store. Nope, our mom needed something truly…
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I’m at the ‘Verse Today…
…the Bettyverse, that is. Come join in the conversation. We’re talking about special childhood memories and little-girl dreams realized–things that affected your whole life. I know you have great stories to share!