I’m now posting bi-weekly at APOOO.  
Hot Fun in the Summertime, which is just around the corner.  
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The Catbird Seat by James Thurber is the story of Mr. Martin, an unassuming man whose professional life is turned upside down by the blowhard and abrasive Mrs. Barrows.  When Martin realizes that Mrs. Barrows has plans to get rid of his entire department, he decides to murder her.  He lays out the perfect plan, but once events are set in motion, his mousiness gets in the way.  This actually leads him to a better plan. 
When I first read Thurber, I was a young mousy kid- predictable and solid.  You …

She sat at her desk listening to the owl hoot.  It was pretty strange considering it was 5:05 in the evening.  She wondered if the gray days had the poor thing a little confused.  And then she wondered where he was.  Was he sitting on the fence separating her yard from her neighbor’s, or was he up in the tree on a low hanging branch? The thought of going out to look for him suddenly felt like a brilliant idea. But, then what?  Tell him that it was too early …

She fancied herself a writer, but she found that she had not engaged in “writer-like” behavior in weeks. You know, actually writing.  And it wasn’t because she didn’t have the tools or the space.  She had all the trappings:  the sexy and sleek computer, the roomy L-shaped glass desk that she had coveted for months before finally purchasing, the leather executive chair that embraced her like an old love when she sat down, Moleskine notebooks, great gel pens, and much, much more.  But this stuff did not do the writing …

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For some, starting the week off with a rainy day is a recipe for the blahs.  Not me.  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the rain.  
Living in the south, we have lots of  sunny days. I usually  feel like I have to be out and about and productive.  At some point in the day.  It is just required that I leave my house.
Not so on rainy days.  I feel like I can relax into the day.  Do what I have to at a slower pace.  
It’s probably because I’m the Master …

Sacred Moments.

I’ve got a new project underway.  As a matter of fact, I’ve got several irons in the fire.  Which can be a problem.  Means I tend to bounce around like the ball in a pinball machine (remember those?). 
My goal is to finish project one by the end of the month. 
And post on DFB, of course.
Anyway, the writing is coming after the bill paying gig and the parenting gig.  And the house painting.  And the soon to be packing for moving day in less than four weeks. But it’s getting done- …

I’m sure you are asking why the pic of support beams.
Because that is what friendship looks like to me.  Don’t spend too much time trying to understand the inner workings of my mind.  You don’t have that kind of time.
All of my friends are special. But today I’m shouting out to Yas, Pam, and The Man. Sometimes you’ve just got to go with the diversion.  Today is that day.
Yas- last week I called to check up on you, and you ended up lifting my spirits and encouraging me to keep …

No clever titles today. Some things just are what they are.
I have spent the last three days painting.  If you are not talking or singing, you have plenty of time for ruminating.  
Today, I was just getting tired of the act of painting.  I was not in the greatest of moods.  I just wanted to be done.  To distract myself, I tried thinking about all the writing that I wasn’t getting done and how I’m stuck on my novel and don’t know how to move it forward.  Which only made …