In a fairy tale, would Leap Second be a blessing–or a curse?
At last! I’ve slaved over the writing, editing, and publishing of my first novel, Waking Beauty. Now my books have arrived in the mail! If only I could work up the courage to open them. Anyone relate?
Can you recite a poem? Guess who’s keeping this tradition alive.
Back in college I spent several years writing a draft of a fantasy/sci fi novel. I was never able to finish it, mainly because the plot started out cute and Mogli-sized, then grew to gremlin-sized and started causing havoc. But it was one of my best attempts at world-building. One of the details I was …
In which I infiltrate the library’s reciprocal benefits program and pass the inspection of Agent Alpha – all to check out a book.
A poem about those little bars that separate orders on the conveyor belt at the checkout. Would Miss Manners approve?
I confess I am amused by stupid little things. Eye exams. Grocery store lines. Before a recent ice storm, I went to Kroger. It was packed, as people prepared for another Snowmagedon. Carts in lines 8 deep, all lanes open. Like Christmas Eve, but with no expectations of anything more exciting to open the next …