Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Let It Snow...Somewhere Else!

Monday, December 12, 2016

It seems more real, now...

I finally got my printer to work, thanks to my new tablet! Yay!!

So, I printed out what I have done so far with "Dara's Wood". Wow! 65 pages so far!

But it seems more real, now, to have ink and paper in my hands. I hugged it, and for the first time, really believed it could be done!

Can I do it? Yes!

It has been very hard at times with all the setbacks, and lethargy. I hope to officially start up again on January 1st, but will use the printed pages to do some hand writing, sort of a practice run, if you will...

So, deep breaths, and deep belief, and full speed ahead!

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Life gets harder...

My life has gotten harder. I am at home, sitting with my Dad. He is getting weaker, and isn't eating well. He is 89, and has end stage COPD.

He smoked for 50 years, before finally quitting 24 years ago. Some say that way back then, no one knew that smoking was so damaging. Dad says that is not true. He says they knew, but smoked anyway. Sort of a "devil-may-care" attitude, I guess.

The young have an immortality complex, believing that there is always time to change one's ways, to eat healthy, to drive more carefully, to set aside money for old age. How many pay for that attitude with their health, their lives...?

As we get older, we slow down, are more careful. I have gotten very careful, because I have fallen enough times to be leery of the next misstep, the next thing to trip over, or fall off of.
That last one has my boss a bit steamed, especially since I needed a CAT scan the last time I fell off the desk chair.

My back is a mess right now, mostly because my Dad is weaker, and has fallen quite a bit. I have to keep him safe, but it does a number on me, too. I wish I could get more help, but, right now, that is not doable.

So, I do what I can, pray, and go on with my life, which has become entangled with Dad's, and Mom's.

Monday, January 12, 2015

So far, so good...

My resolution has so far been kept, and I feel a strong sense of optimism. I find myself at work, wishing I could be at home, working on my writing. It is strange to feel this way, after such a short time.

Maybe it is the amount of writing I had already done, and forgotten about, or the number of hand-written "bits" I had done.

Whatever it is, there is a very good feeling growing, and the pervasive sense of pessimism in my life has backed off. I guess I can lift my head and say: "Life is good".

I want to say that I don't think I will be a best selling author, nor will I get rich. But my goal is to publish, probably only on Kindle. I don't know when that will be, but I will let you know.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

New Year's Resolution

I must say, I am not one for making New Year's resolutions, but this year, I have decided to make one, and make a serious effort to keep it.

I hereby resolve that in 2015, I will, on each day that I do not work, work for at least 1 hour on writing projects.

I have a handful of hand written pieces, as well as a digital copy of a story I started several years ago. It is a story about a little girl who goes to live with her grandparents one summer, and discovers creatures in the woods that are not what you would think. It is written for 8-12 year olds.
Another story is about teen-age time travelers.

Wish me luck in my endeavors, and pray for me and my work.

Friday, October 18, 2013


...haven't I been the bad girl? Nearly 2 years since my last post. I had a post ready to post last spring, when my brother Doug passed away, sending me into a bit of a tailspin. The topic for the post was a bit of tail spinning as well. Two weeks before Doug passed, my cousins (2nd) Gordon and Joyce Skinner were killed. The day of Gordie and Joyce's funeral was the last time I saw Doug. I am so glad I did see him and talk to him that day. We never know when it will be our last time to say hello, to say "I love you", to be with someone whose presence we take for granted. I miss Doug.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


Sometimes magic is another name for miracle...

I'm a Ravenclaw!