Sunday, March 30, 2008

Wisteria In Bloom

" The head never rules the heart, but just becomes its partner in crime." Mignon McLaughlin

Welcome to a new week! See you in the comments. :)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Characters in search of titles...



"Adults are always asking kids what they want to be when they grow up because they are looking for ideas." Paula Poundstone

"No one can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it." Tallulah Bankhead

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Don't you find it amazing that there is more than one person in the world named Tallulah? I've been struggling to name characters, but luckily there are baby-naming books to help. Back on the subject of Tallulahs, I wish Demi & Bruce would've called. I'd have loaned them my copy.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Happy Spring!

Friend and fellow WRWer, Rick Bylina reminded me that it's spring. (My allergies have been letting me know a little, but I like Rick's approach much better.)

So what has this week been like for everyone? How's the weather where you are? If you're a writer, how's the writing?

See you in the comments for Saturday morning coffee.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Happy Sunday!


Good afternoon, all! I worked late, so I didn't get around to putting up the post last night. Next time I'll have to prepare ahead...er, right. ;) Anyway, it's a gorgeous day, and yet, I must go in to work again in a couple of hours.

What are you up to today?

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Welcome to the Weekend



"Nothing makes you more tolerant of a neighbor's noisy party than being there." Franklin P. Jones

Anyone up for a noisy Saturday brunch outdoors? I know the setting in the picture looks serene, but imagine it with fifty close friends and a matching number--or so--of Bellini Martinis added.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Black Days & White Nights


I just watched a report on how a city in Norway (apparently the most Northern populated city in the world) just saw a sliver of sunlight after months of pitch-black.

This reminds me of the opposite phenomenon, which I had the good fortune of experiencing as a teenager when I visited Alaska with a friend and her family. We were there in July and, in the middle of the night, it looked like dusk. The sun only set for two or three hours per night. It was odd and wonderful for a pair of friends who liked to stay up all night hanging out.

I don't know how the Alaskans or Norwegians manage the winters though. All that darkness. Kind of scary unless you've got Vin Diesel with you.

(This photograph was taken by Jennifer Adleman and is available for download from the Alaska Volcano Observatory / U.S. Geological Survey)

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Sunday Morning "Floured Eggs" in Paris

Good morning, cyberfriends (not to be confused with Superfriends in which case we would all have to be wearing capes.)

Chez Nancy is on Montmarte today. When I was growing up, my mom used to make my brothers and me this flat delicious breakfast food that she called "floured eggs" because that's what her mother called them. We ate them with syrup like pancakes, and I preferred them to anything else. It wasn't until I became an adult that I realized they were actually crepes. LOL

Do you like crepes? Do you take them sweet or savory? Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat them with a fox?

Saturday, March 8, 2008

The coffee's on...



Nancy Pickard hosts the friendliest blog and has created a terrific community at http://sweetmysteryoflife.blogspot.com/

They helped me cyber-celebrate finishing the draft of my book. But for the moment, the porchlight's off at Nancy's while she works diligently on her book. Until then, on weekends this space is for her people (and any of my peeps who want to join in.)

Friday, March 7, 2008

Demon Deer of Northern Michigan



"I am not a good shot. If people are interested in animal preservation, I am the person to invite on a shoot." David Steel

I took this picture of a pair of baby deer near my Aunt Millie's place in Northern Michigan. They were quite shy of people (and who could blame them, given the concentration of hunters in the area come winter.)

In person, er, in animal, these deer were nimble and nervous and sweet. Imagine my surprise then when I developed the photograph and realized that they were possessed. Seriously! Look at the eyes. You may be skeptical, but I write paranormal fiction and can tell you a thing or two about witches, wizards, werewolves, and demons.

So, in a quick survey, during hunting season, who would you root for? The hunters or the demon deer?

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