Spring Cleaning, Under Construction, Remodeling My Empty Nest, Writing New Stories, Hmm...
Because 2014 was a crazy year for me, one of those years I do not care to repeat. I spent the year riding an emotional roller coaster, or floating about in a daydream. In any event, I haven't had enough time to dust, nail, or rearrange my cherished spot on the internet for what feels like an eternity.
I can't believe how long it's been since my last post.
I finally finished a children's manuscript, so, I've been busy researching agencies that may be interested in representing children's material.
I feel sad about the fact that my blog resembles a ghost town, especially since it used to be such a lively place to hide. I hope my old readers haven't given up on me and will return, and that new readers will discover my/our "place in the sun."
Incidentally, I hope the construction worker to the right of this text is going be alright, because I'm do not have blog owners insurance. (Now, I understand why construction workers wear those funny looking hats.) I need a hard hat to wear while I'm cleaning my house, in addition to a pair of boots.
The title of my manuscript is "Bizzy, The Busy Dog," and I'm working on another one entitled, "The Hobo."
I've decided I should let my blog readers in on the titles of my offline work because you're a spectacular bunch of people, particularly those of you who have been loyal friends since I began writing A Nice Place In The Sun. You've helped me find my voice, and supported me through many unedited silly posts, and I'm grateful for your friendship.
If this is your first visit, I welcome you and hope you will return. I posted a few links to posts on my sidebar, and I'm looking forward to posting new stories soon.
Thanks again! Have a super great day. :)
Oh, and I appreciate and respond to all comments, so if you have time, please feel free to comment, e-mail me, subscribe, or step in with a broom, mop, nails and a few construction workers. :)
Motherhood is an art impossible to explain, one which requires a vast sea of love, devotion, compassion, and understanding, unmatched by any affection we will ever know again.- Ann Clemmons
Words are the core of our souls, without written, vocal or lyrical expression we lose sight of one another or worse, ourselves. Words bring forth the essence of the human spirit; so express yourself without abandon.
Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.
Alone in her world
of make believe
weaving her stories
of magic and light
She brings joy
to the eyes
of innocent minds
less jaded and free
For only they know
what's in her heart
holding the secrets
she guards so well
Life's hidden mysteries
belong to those
whose wisdom and truth
shine on in imagination
Written for Ann
Of The Horoscope Junkie
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”'
F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Lines from The Great Gatsby)
"A Southerner Talks Music"
"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us."
An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.
- Mark Twain in Eruption
"I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself"