It's been a while since I posted anything. Guess I haven't really felt much like blogging this past month.
But, things are looking a little bit better. Still sad somedays, other days not so much.
As for writing, I've pretty much given up on it this month. Too much going on to really sit down and write. Maybe July will be better.
Reviews
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Going Away
I will be visiting my family in Kentucky this weekend, so I will be away. I won't be checking blogs and groups, but I will be checking email. If any of ya'll need me, I'm just an email away.
I'll be back Monday.
Later!
I'll be back Monday.
Later!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This Can't Be Happening
I'm tired of death. Just found out my cousin shot and killed himself this morning. We were close growing up, real close.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
GUEST BLOGGER: Pam Champagne
My guest blogger this week is Pam Champagne! Please give her a warm welcome.
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She’ll make him finish what he started—if they live through the night.
About a year ago during one of my random marathon cleanings, I found the journal I faithfully kept during my road trip from Maine to Alaska. Driving a GMC 250 with a camper riding piggyback and towing a Wells Fargo trailer, my husband and I drove to Alaska with full intentions to live there. Reading my entries brought back wonderful memories, and I also stumbled across the idea for Alaskan Heat hidden within its pages. The eighteen hundred miles of ALCAN (Alaskan/Canadian Highway) remains the highlight of my Alaskan experience. As I wrote Hawk and Sophie’s tale, other plots and characters popped in my head, so don’t be surprised to see more novellas with a similar setting.
At a campground in British Columbia one evening, I ventured to the Beta pool at Liard Hot Springs by myself, ever so conscious of the danger of bears. Swimming into that hot water put me in heaven. I’ll never forget it and want to experience it again some day. The isolation of the pool added to my enjoyment. The 700 meter depth made me wonder what might be lurking beneath the hot water.
We didn’t settle in Alaska. After the summer we drove the 5,000 miles back to Maine. We’d planned to buy something on 50 acres close enough to a city to find work. Not a possibility, as we discovered. Here we are back in Maine where we found exactly what we sought, proving the grass isn’t always greener…
She’ll make him finish what he started—if they live through the night.
About a year ago during one of my random marathon cleanings, I found the journal I faithfully kept during my road trip from Maine to Alaska. Driving a GMC 250 with a camper riding piggyback and towing a Wells Fargo trailer, my husband and I drove to Alaska with full intentions to live there. Reading my entries brought back wonderful memories, and I also stumbled across the idea for Alaskan Heat hidden within its pages. The eighteen hundred miles of ALCAN (Alaskan/Canadian Highway) remains the highlight of my Alaskan experience. As I wrote Hawk and Sophie’s tale, other plots and characters popped in my head, so don’t be surprised to see more novellas with a similar setting.
At a campground in British Columbia one evening, I ventured to the Beta pool at Liard Hot Springs by myself, ever so conscious of the danger of bears. Swimming into that hot water put me in heaven. I’ll never forget it and want to experience it again some day. The isolation of the pool added to my enjoyment. The 700 meter depth made me wonder what might be lurking beneath the hot water.
We didn’t settle in Alaska. After the summer we drove the 5,000 miles back to Maine. We’d planned to buy something on 50 acres close enough to a city to find work. Not a possibility, as we discovered. Here we are back in Maine where we found exactly what we sought, proving the grass isn’t always greener…
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