I thought it perhaps interesting on this hot sunny summer day to take a tour around a working writer’s desk. If you’d rather ride a mule down the Grand Canyon, or see those freaky statues on Easter Island, or take … Continue reading
For those following the progress of Wilson the Labradoodle, boy-o-boy did he have a big morning. First day of BIG-BOY SCHOOL. I didn’t know whether to dress him in nickers or long pants, regular or bow tie, cuffed or plain … Continue reading
A while ago I wrote a story. It won a prize. A nice prize. A lovely prize. Now I’m in the long and arduous process of doing what every other underpublished writer does — I’m querying agents. As I watch … Continue reading
I don’t know a lot, but today I know this: A hug from a one year-old is way better than a double shot, no foam skinny latte. Missing a meeting to get that hug is worth it. Babysitting said one … Continue reading
“My life is full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.” Michel de Montaigne (French Renaissance Writer) So, here’s a typical Saturday in the McCanta house. Hubby gets up early (careful not to waken the the sleeping She-Bear), feeds … Continue reading
If I were George Bailey or Zuzu or Mary, I’d be listening for a bell to ring so I’d know another angel got his wings. Today’s sad news that NBC News Washington Bureau Chief and moderator of Meet the Press … Continue reading
Wilson! Oh, our dear Wilson. In human time, Wilson’s just six days from turning six months old. In doggie time, he’s now past young adolescence and entering his dirty rotten teenage years. Our lovely, sweet, cuddly puppy has turned Goth … Continue reading
When I was a teenager, every year I’d go with my girlfriends to the State Fair. We couldn’t wait! Midway rides that made us all urpy. Cotton candy. Corn dogs. Enough dust to kill your sinuses for a year. There … Continue reading
I went to the Wallpaper store today to pick out something for our guest bedroom — just one wall. I found the concept in a magazine and couldn’t wait to reproduce it– something complicated, involving tape measures and fancy molding. … Continue reading
Yesterday, I wrote about authors who screw around with punctuation and make a bizillion dollars with their flagrant disregard for all those nasty grammatical rules — as set down in third grade by Sister Mary Hercules and her wooden stick. … Continue reading