Novelist Allison Winn Scotch and her book agent Elisabeth Weed teamed up on this promotion to a) promote the JUNE 1st release of Allison’s newest book (The One That I Want) and b) get talented writers in front of Elisabeth.
Other than a brief stint in Arizona around age 5, right before my parents divorced, I’ve lived in Colorado. The cold? I’m used to it (mostly). And, yet, this winter loomed particularly chilly and simply will not quit. So, seriously, Spring? You coming any time soon?
Of yarn, that is. Yep, because I have so much free time, I’ve taken up knitting. The truth is that knitting is an amazing, natural stress/anxiety buster. It’s also been proven to ward of the mental decay of aging.
One of the best ways to get readers’ (and, therefore, editors’) attention is to use superlatives. If something you write about is the biggest or smallest, best or worst, or better yet ONLY or FIRST, then chances are you’ve got a winner of an idea. However, the problem with such thinking is that it can warp you.
Ho ho ho from your friends at Chez Champion of My Heart. Please enjoy this holiday remembrance of my Gram, along with links to a few earlier posts with recipes. …
That first piercing note sent me into overload … All my synapses fired. My blood pressure rose. My heart raced. With no room in the crowd for flight, I took a one-way trip to fight-city, where purveyors of pissed-off were having a sale on anger. And, baby, I was buying. I had only one thought: Kill the whistler.
This morning I’m off to attend my Uncle Bobby’s funeral. I spent time this week sorting through photos to use in our tribute today. Of all the options, this one — of course — caught my eye. …
About a month ago, my sister had surgery to remove an aggressive breast cancer from her body. Today, she begins a year of chemotherapy. Recently, she invited friends and family to join her at Mass in preparation for this journey. By coincidence or divinity, the day’s readings had to do with physical healing of some sort — the blind being able to see, the deaf hear, and so on. When the priest began his homily, he essentially said that he had trouble with such passages and that likely most of us don’t really believe in such miracles. …
Temps began dropping below freezing here overnight last week. While our unheated greenhouse can hold some extra warmth during these early shifts, the vegetables inside began showing the strain. So, with all that excess time I have right now, I began our final harvest. I am NOT one of those people who wax on about the beauty of autumn because frankly this time of year makes me sad. It’d say melancholy, but that’s a word closely related with cornucopia — which is forbidden in our house. (That’s a story for another day.) So, it’s with a hint of seasonal boo-hoo …
While I burn time editing videos of Lilly and LuLu, I’ll take a quick minute to share a few more entirely unrelated things I’m loving these days — bedsheets made from Modal, roast chicken salad from Costco, single-serving drink mixes, and pretty much anything from Life is Good. …
