It’s all about me
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We’ve had a very busy couple of days. I was in Chicago on Thursday to tour the Art Institute, then Bunco on Friday, followed by the NIU home-opener on Saturday, sadly, neither I nor NIU won, and then bbsitting on Sunday. Here are a handful of things I learned: I live about a mile and three-quarters…
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We’ve been in the new house four months. Here are a handful of things that make me happy I moved: Closet Space. Do I really need to elaborate? Those with will understand and those without will rightfully covet. The Pool and Hot Tub. Those were not necessarily selling points, but since they came with the…
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Tomorrow, August 2, will mark TWO WHOLE MONTHS that my debut novel, Pocket Money, has been live. Oh yeah, and also my thirtieth wedding anniversary. Wait, what? THIRTY YEARS!? How is that possible when I’m a mere thirty…forty…holy crap, I’m going…
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The Golden Rule is do unto others as you would have them do unto you. But you know that. Whatever happened to don’t knock it till you try it? Sometimes followed by, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all? When did our point of view become more important than each other? Our…
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As usual, I came to the computer this Monday morning with a million blog ideas and nothing to say. Then I read a post by a blog I follow called, 1PublishedGirl, about her book soundtrack. She says, and I quote because it’s a fabulous quote, “Writing without a soundtrack is like writing without a keyboard.” It’s a split…
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Everyone is familiar with the question, Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Alas, my pondering for this holiday is not so ponder-ous. Knowing my recent history (moving and publishing), I ask, which shall come first–book two or the unpacking of boxes? Remember, it took me ten years to publish. And nineteen years to…
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I don’t have a tattoo. It’s not that I’m against them, it’s just that I’ve never found a design worth permanently attaching to my body. But a lot of people I know have tattoos. I’ve accompanied several to the tattoo parlor and witnessed the process. Heck, I’ve even helped select the font they were permanently attaching…
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According to the bartender at Murphy’s on the Marquette campus, Jeffrey Dahmer was quite the clever psychopath. I guess the last of his victims escaped, and went running naked down the street babbling incoherently. He had been injected with some kind of poison. The cops were called. Dahmer, in his psychotic brilliance, disrobed and ran outside naked,…
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Well, I did it. I uploaded my manuscript for publication. And I’m scared sh*tless. (what an odd term that is) Odd, but applicable. Scared. Sh*tless. According to the post, 10 Things That Will Happen When You Start Pursuing Your Dreams, I’m right on track. That’s 10 Things, beginning with, 1. You are going to be…
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