Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. Henry Ward Beecher Yeah, I know, but don’t you just love this quote? I, of course, would change brush to pen, paints to writes, and pictures to stories, but I thought it was a great quote… More Every artist….
I’ve discussed this topic here before, I have allergies and sometimes it’s hard not to whine about it. I stopped using incense in my rituals years ago when they gave my husband asthma (and I must admit, triggered some in me too). I’ve lost a few family members in recent years, and at the time… More Bad Hair day….sucks
I’ve been far too quiet here, lately. Sorry about that. I’m revising a new book and that’s taking most of my mind. With that plus Yule right around the bend I fear this poor little blog is getting neglected. I’m testing this blog, too. Trying to get it linked up to my Google+ account. I’m… More A pretty winter photo and a test
I’ve been in Pensacola, the last week, running around like a madwoman, erm, that is, scouting future installments in my Antique Magic series of paranormal fantasy novels. Where was I scouting, you ask? Yep. I finally got to Fort Pickens–and it was fantastic! So, for this Saturday Snapshot, I’ve got some site-seeing photos to share.… More Seeking a bay fort
I read this article, and laughed out loud. The moral of the story, spell check is *not* your friend. Read on…. Every time I write a column criticizing the misuse of English by “citizen journalists” on the Internet, I get two kinds of reader response. The first are letters of applause, often from prim grammarians… More Tiresome dribble | Tampa Bay Times
The one thing about living in Florida that I will admit I miss is the fall color. It’s been ages since I’ve seen any so last month I went up to North Carolina, again, hoping to see some color. As usual, I took my camera. :) Unfortunately, no matter where we went, the trees hadn’t… More Mountain fall and a book