31 Mar Bluebonnets Part Two…Moving On
Ellen Rothberg and I loved our book, Don't Eat the Bluebonnets. Lots of other people loved it too. It had heart, great illustrations, and kids connected with it. Ahh...
Ellen Rothberg and I loved our book, Don't Eat the Bluebonnets. Lots of other people loved it too. It had heart, great illustrations, and kids connected with it. Ahh...
Looking for a great Valentine's Day read? This is it. But remember, not all Valentine's Day stories are hearts and flowers! AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW First of all, I need to say that getting out of one's comfort zone can sometimes be wonderful. Scary,...
An Anthology of Short Stories for Middle Grade Readers I admit it. I spend a lot of time on Facebook. But it’s not just for the political posts, the jokes, or even the cute puppy pictures. The majority of my time on Facebook is connecting with...
I will spare you the details, but suffice it to say, when I look back on this summer years from now, it will not be filled with fond memories. Aside from the flood and a myriad of other issues, a book deal recently fell through. A...
I am blocked. Stuck in quicksand without a single clever thought. I had some ideas at one time. I really did. But watching old ideas float away does not do much for sparking new ones. At least it didn't for me. In the aftermath of the Memorial...
You know how when your life seems kind of surreal, you can either laugh or cry? Well, I’m right there now, and I think I will laugh. That seems the better choice. I’m sitting in my “temporary housing” watching the wind blow and waiting for...
Yep, that's me today. A big mess of mixed up "muddleness". Ok, "muddleness" is not a word, but I kind of like how it sounds. I apologize to my Poetry Friday pals who were busy looking for this post on the Space City Scribes site....
Not the deepest of lyrics, but ones which I know well. Like many Baby Boomers, not only can I sing along to pretty much any Lennon/McCartney song, their songs have become part of my psyche. Of course, I’m not alone. From I Want to Hold...
Earlier this morning, I was on the treadmill, listening to a song by Alabama. Aside from jogging (OK…walking briskly), I kept glancing down at my watch. Although I know that exercise is important…after all, it’s on my to-do list today…with each step I worried that...
OK, I know. The title is pretty lame. But right now I feel like I am two people. Two very different versions of me. It may be because I’m in the middle of too many things in my writing life…the least of it being the...