It happened. Yes, the unthinkable. It was 4:38 a.m. and I was tossing and turning. Might as well get up and write. Mmmmm, a nice cup of my favorite Dark Roast sounds good. My regular flamingo mug was nowhere in sight so I grabbed the tall mug with the cute dogs on … Continue reading
As I braked to a stop a flat shiny object slid into view on the passenger floor of my trusty Honda Civic. What? My cell phone was clutched in my hand, as usual, so what could it be? I was momentarily stunned and then it hit me. Olwen left her phone in my … Continue reading
Save the funny papers! Save the newspapers. Hell, save the butcher papers. I wonder if there is plastic in the pages of the New Yorker? I can’t keep up with my subscription to New Yorker magazine. I might as well use those unread copies for wrapping. I was horrified to learn some facts about the … Continue reading
The shoe-devil made me do it! It happened in Pasadena. This was before the Austerity Program, of course. I went to the annual Writer’s Digest Conference at the end of October. I arrived early so what’s a girl to do? Go shopping! I walked from the Westin to the main drag to kill … Continue reading
Alert! Your credit on flowers.com is about to expire! Oh, no. I can’t let that happen. I hafta send flowers to someone. Anyone. Wait a minute! How did I earn credit when I haven’t used flowers.com in well over a year? Delete! And then there’s an email from Amazon: Last-minute gifts still available! … Continue reading
It’s October. A lot of things happen for me in October. Plum pudding has to be made to be ready for Christmas. The Pasadena Writers Conference happens at the end of the month, and I prepare for NaNoWriMo! Huh? is that like NaNu, NaNu? (Mork and Mindy)? Nope. It’s National November Novel … Continue reading
“I flew with Steve Lantz a lot!” said Catherine as we sat in our spacious hotel suite rehashing the actual event of the day—the thirty-first Trans International Airlines reunion held in Livermore, California. “Lancelot!” I swooned. Yes, Captain Lantz still has it! And, damn! He’s still married. I ask every … Continue reading
