My family and friends think I should create a story time. Ever get the fear of the unknown? I'm there today. The "What if's" are upon me, and the old voices of Negativity Past are sounding off. I've been published a few times now, but I still hear a teacher from seventh grade, in my... Continue Reading →
Finishing Projects
I have several projects that I've had on hold, and this week I am trying to finish some of them. I finally finished a macrame project last night, that I started this summer, from the wood that came from the large white oak tree that we cut down in our front yard. A half round... Continue Reading →
No Shortage of Story Ideas Here
I can write fiction about almost anything. Many times, it is my imagination running rampant and today I question why that is. I wonder if everyone's thought process are like mine? I can be making a beeline for the kitchen for another cup of coffee and see a shadow in my back yard. That will... Continue Reading →
From Writer to Cook in a Single Bound
I'm an early riser; Hubbin is a night owl. Yesterday morning, he came into my office to say good morning to me as I was working on my latest story and clicking away at my keyboard. He read over my shoulder for a moment as I tried to get the ideas from my head to... Continue Reading →
My First Public Reading
I wrote a Christmas story for Gambaby and each of his classmates about forest animals throwing a party for Santa. I had it printed and bound at the local print shop as a Christmas gift for them and used all their names as characters in it. The teacher loved it and asked if I wanted... Continue Reading →
The Summer Dog
I wrote a short story about a dog that was published in a Summer Anthology, which can be found on Amazon ( https://www.amazon.com/Stories-We-Tell-International-Anthology-ebook/dp/B097SCYX5H?ref_=ast_author_dp }. I've not written much lately. I've been trying to get unpacked and settled into my new home, and well, life just taking over and getting in the way. Yes, I know,... Continue Reading →
Just One of the Many Reasons I Love My Hubbin
I am writing a story and trying to get the scene from my head down onto paper when my husband interrupts me to give me a sandwich, a soda, and a kiss. He downplays his response to my voiced appreciation with, "Just trying to help out, Mrs. G." I love that man!
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