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Gotta love AWAD... *G*
...that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to leave my mind unwritten
Than to make others risk exposure to
The verbosity and occasional outrageous fabrications
That evolve in my thoughts and my old fiction...
Maybe my next blog home ... ???
Yesterday's newspaper ran an article about this weekend's performances of "Cats" which my daughter is cast as Rumpleteazer. Here's the pic and caption from the article:

Spring is creeping in slowly here...
Literally. March has been very wet. It's pouring now, as a matter of fact.
Yikes -- what happened to those 16 days?!?!?
Last week the weather was almost non-stop snow, sleet, rain, cold, gray, dreary stuff. There was just enough weather "down-time" so that we didn't get deep accumulation, only the mere annoyance of constant wet, slippery roads, frequent sweeping and/or shoveling of the "smush" as I started calling it, and bone-chilling dampness.
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Shock. I'm in utter shock. I just wrote 805 NEW words to my OLD WIP.
Okay, I lied. Yesterday's post. Said my old WIP "worked."
"You are only as big as the dreams you dare to live." ~Anon.
DH forwarded me an interesting email that I thought I'd share in my blog today. I saved it picture by picture, and then of course the text got pretty small by the time Blogger re-sized it, but I think if you click on the picture it shows it full-size. Then just hit your "Back" button to return to this page.
Suddenly I am reminded of "Horton Hears a Who" ... ... ...
~smr
Before I type the rest of the plumbing story and its ultimate outcome, I forgot to mention a cute little extra about the Poor Kid plumber conversation. Once Poor Kid had finished giving me the (bad news) quote ($701!!!), I went in to the home office to converse briefly with DH just to sort of alert him to the direction this repair was headed, money-wise.
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As I was stepping out of my think-tank (shower) earlier, it occurred to me that maybe I could hear my characters' voices again if I could find a quiet place where no one utters my name, no phones ring (telemarketers!!!!!), no cats meow at me for attention (or food), ...
I exaggerate. It's not a "crisis." But I am finding myself in search of a life. lol
Whilst cleaning out another over-stuffed nook in the home office where I used to try and contain my writing mess, I filled an idle laundry basket with binders, magazines, and shorthand-scribbled notepads. As I was sorting this writing mish-mosh on my dining room table, I came across a 2004 (no laughing allowed, this is my domain here!) issue of Writer's Digest (the February 2004 issue, to be precise) folded opened and creased to death at a Nancy Kress article.
I don't seem to have any words of my own, so lemme try Abe's on for size:
Labels: Abraham Lincoln, quotations, quotes
Well, we're technically one-third of the way through winter. It's snowing like a crazy right now, but we're only supposed to get an inch or two. The past couple of days have been bitterly cold here, and each year I become a bigger wimp about it than the year before. I thought that maybe, as I got older, I'd mellow more and deal with cold temps better, but that's hardly the case.
Funny how one click of the mouse button can lead me down a winding path of destinations and distractions. That's what happened the other night as I was home alone for a spell. The house was dull and quiet, and I decided to do some online surfing, primarily looking for interesting people and things to read about.
It began a little more than one week ago. The accumulation.
We're experiencing record-setting temperatures here, and that's fiiiiiiiiiiine with me! Today we're supposed to hit 67 degrees. Yesterday it reached 66, but I had to laugh as I drove past the big digital bank clock that alternates the date, time, and temperature: it was around 4:00pm, the sun was shining brightly (and obviously directly on the thermometer) and displayed 104 degrees! Sure wish I'd had a camera!
A light powdery snow is falling tonight and has already blanketed the ground. If it keeps up, work will be quiet and slow tomorrow, which will be fine by me. *G*
New Year's Eve, 39 degrees and clear at the moment. Forecast is for a couple of inches of snow to start coming down just after midnight. It looked like it wanted to snow this morning, but by about 1:30 the sun was shining and it was a decent December day.
The holidays are winding down, the "Christmas crush" is relaxing its death grip on consumers (and those who play the part of cashier), winter has officially begun, and so has the blah time of year.
It's 44 degrees and raining here. Nasty night to have to go to the grocery store, but family is coming tomorrow for a holiday meal and Christmas celebration. At least it's not snowing or freezing everything with a layer of ice.
It is time.
Maybe I wasn't destined to ever finish writing a novel...
Talk about must-see TV! This 8 1/2 minute YouTube video is a compelling one:
Finally got here to Blogger. Now what? ... ... ...
It seems that this past week was a bad week for my mothers.
Last night was opening night for the musical "Annie." Last night was also light-up night at the mall. Not only is my daughter in "Annie," but she is also a "Sensation" (a special-appearance performing troupe from where she takes her performing arts lessons), and the Sensations had to perform at the mall to welcome Santa and light the tree in the center platform of the mall.