I am in here.
I sit in the Pearl Street Starbuck’s here in Boulder, with a handy T-Mobile Hotspot of which to take advantage. (Yes, we must have perfect grammar, mustn’t we? We must.) (Okay, enough of that!) I sit in a warm purple velvet armchair in front of the fireplace with fake logs that nobody’s lit yet. The … Continue reading Morning in Boulder
You know, I remember the good old days when people were either alive or dead. Wizbang Arafat in Deeper Coma, Condition Worsens or Yasser Arafat ‘Dead’ – Palestinian Sources Say and Arafat Fate Mired in Confusion In order to speed the inevitable, I’ll put cash on the table. $25 to whoever is closest to the … Continue reading Arafat, and the interesting possibilities
The Other Patti has arrived with Bruce at my house already. Bruce is pulling up the old rugs in the hallway, and Other Patti is both supervising and making sure I have totally non-nutritious supplies of candy to fuel my sugar rush and my creative efforts, both. This morning’s sugar rush is sponsored by York … Continue reading The arrival of Other Patti
Now that I’ve gotten past an imaginary barrier in my concept of my story, I have plenty to write about. The difficulty I now have is that I have two separate scenes occurring at more or less the same time. I have to remember that my heroine can’t be everywhere at once, and doesn’t really … Continue reading past a hump
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