She didn’t have any idea how to proceed. And yet, she knew that she had to do something. Charles’s body was splayed out on the kitchen floor. The longer she hesitated, the worse things would look for her.

For the past year, I’ve been focused on how I can write novels and short stories and then break them down for the internet. That kinda sorta worked, but mostly it didn’t.

Josette has called me several times over the past few weeks to remind me that I have not posted the rest of Riding The Wave (in case I didn’t remember).

I had every intention of finishing it.

But stuff happened, and i lost the energy for it…..

Dear Mschicklit_2u,
I received your email last week, and tried to send you a response, but I got that stupid MAILER-DAEMON message .
I just wanted to say that your words were encouraging on a day when I really needed it. When someone does something nice for you, you should thank them.
Thank you.
Hope to hear from you again soon.
Djuanna

I’m in the middle of a project, and I only want speedy days. Because the ideas are lining up like planes on a runway, and I don’t want one to take off without me.

No posts for the past week.
No pic today.
Real life has been happening and on July 30th it caught up with me and slowed things down to a crawl.
It’s Monday morning, and I’m getting back to life as I know it.  Which includes writing. And finishing my serial story.
Just wanted to give you guys a heads up.
And thanks to everyone who supported my family after the loss of my sister. It really meant a lot to us.
Stephanie (Riding The Wave) and her “little problem” are back on Wednesday.

Speaking of people watching, I was in the store hanging up “Coming Soon” signs in the display window when this guy in a t-shirt, jeans, steel-toed boots, and a hard hat walked by.

Rachel, to my surprise, also saw it coming. Kids are funny like that. It didn’t mean that the divorce was any easier on her, just that she knew her parents were on a very rocky road

Closing on Fridays was no big deal because back then, folks actually hung out in interesting places on summer evenings. The only folks in the mall were high school kids waiting for their movie start time

Dr. Lisa Hamilton, the woman supposedly best suited to help me deal with my condition, is so not my image of a psychiatrist.She keeps a pair of running shoes by the door and has a model kayak on her desk.