A Writer's Journey through the Maze of Life

Friday, August 31, 2012


Simple question today: Who was more creative Louis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland) or Tolkien (The Hobbit)? Why?

Saturday, August 25, 2012

KISS (Keep it Simple Stupid)

See this?  While this is not my house it looks similar. Now before you think, wow she must really be a bad housekeeper, let me say my house does not look this way by choice.

Hubby is a collector. So when we moved out of two homes to this one, he insisted everything come with us. The poor moving van almost had a stroke trying to handle it all. When we arrived and unloaded, several things were damaged. And while claims were being made and settled, everything just sat in boxes. Furnishings were here, there and everywhere. I felt like I was living in a warehouse.We could not settle in. My visions of a lovely ranch house faded.

But I was optimistic. When the claim was settled, I set to work and soon found we had too much stuff, not enough house. That was over 12 years ago. Since then, more has been collected. And sad to say, not a dent has been made in parting with things. See, my theory is, if it hasn't been used, worn, played with, viewed, etc. for over two years, it's time to part ways. Hubby's theory is: We may need that someday. So the accumulation grows. And after 14 years, I am still living in a warehouse!

Any suggestions how to turn this around?

Friday, August 24, 2012


Let's talk fantasies. One of mine was to have a fabulous home with an alcove housing a baby grand. Then I'd want Liberace to come and play all day for me.

Share one of your fantasies.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Cats. I love them. Big. Small. Wild. Tame. Housecats. Big cats. Their all the same.

I love this picture. I crack up every time I see it. Cats have so much personality. Each one is different. For instance, the "baby" of my nine cats is the biggest--a twenty pounder, a bully, and the dirtiest (even though he is white). Then I've got one that's barely five pounds, pathetically thin, but a true survivor. I found him as a day old infant in the rabbit-brush out in Wyoming. That's a story in itself. There were many times as an infant I didn't think he'd live, but he's going on 15 years old. He's agile, independent, and non-aggressive. One likes to sprawl out on the back of the couch its legs dangling. Another wants legs curled under her. One likes to hang over the edge of a chair head first. Such individualists.

Do you love cats? Tell me your cat tales.
****I'm changing the blog. There's just too much out there on the craft of writing. So now, you'll get snippets of real writing. There may be serious posts. Funny posts. Off-the-wall posts. Who knows? Whatever this writer chooses to write about. Come spend a few minutes in Wonderland.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

I'll be back someday

To those who think they have to post frequently, I say  . . . uh, not me. I am busy working on the novel and studying my craft. Which would you rather have? Another blog post or something that is going to be the best novel I've written yet?