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Just play: don't look at your hands! |
Aha, I figured it out, partly. The reason I so often fail to get my blog in before midnight EST, besides it being only 9 here on the West Coast, is this. I pull up my blog, and then I think, I should read some other blogs to comment on before I do this. Oops. Bad timing. I caught myself at it tonight though. Bill is watching the military channel, and so I was thinking I had some leisure time to read first. I'll get to it later.![]() ![]() ![]() Suddenly I have things I want to write, and wallpaper I haven't finished peeling, and vines full of ripe tomatoes begging to be made into marinara. And the best peaches in the world for sale just a few blocks away, to do something important with, I'm sure. I tried freezer jam, the 'light' kind made with half Splenda, and it didn't gel very much. I've heard from others though that peach is hard to get to gel anyway. ![]() ![]() ![]() Finished a lousy book today, one that had been a New York Times bestseller, Catherine Coulter's Blind Side. It's not one I would have bought, but it came in a box of books the kids had read and sent on, mostly ones for Bill. It's probably one Karen bought, billed as an FBI thriller. I did read it to the end, but that's about all I can say for it. I feel alternately discouraged and encouraged by this. If that's what editors want, they're not gonna like what I write. On the other hand, with a deputy sheriff and a stater in the family, I'd have plenty of good information for writing in that genre. And if I wrote it, I'd probably like it better: like a parent loves her children. ![]() ![]() ![]() Oops, gotta find a different excuse. I'm 10 minutes over again! |