Monthly Archives: February 2015

THOUGHTS OF A SIX-YEAR-OLD

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My six-year-old: “Mom, how come you have parents when you and Dad already are parents?”
Me: “Well, we were your age once. And parents are still parents, even after their kids grow up.” And then I started to go into how he also had aunts and uncles. And cousins.
Nathan just shakes his head. “Mom, you’re really starting to freak me out.”

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Nose to the Grindstone

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It always seems easier to give up on a book when you’re near the end.

For me, I visualize the whole book and finishing it.  That helps me push through, that and a Cherry Coke and a piece of cornbread smothered in butter.

Writers out there … what tips do you have?  How do you get the energy to finish that novel?

WHEN I SEE THE MOUNTAINS, I KNOW I’M HOME

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Novel Progress

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Down to the last three chapters.  YES!

MORE TALES FROM A WEEK OF SNOW DAYS

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The kids are fussing at one another.  They’ve graduated from, “Stop looking at me!” to “You’re on my half of the couch!” to “Hey!  Stop breathing my air!”

Ah, siblings.

TALES FROM A WEEK OF SNOW DAYS

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My six-year-old just wrapped his bedspread around him and took over running through the house yelling, “i’M BATMAN!”

THE END

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I want a perky apocalypse–

No earthquakes or floods;

No zombies.

I don’t like zombies.

I want bikinis and beaches;

Seashells and solitude.

And quiet.

And shadows.

And then the dark.