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Big plans, big big plans
Busy days. (Note to self: why is “busy” spelled this way but sounds like “bizzy”?) I know, I’m addicted to busy, but life is full and there’s always a lot to do. Indulge me, will you? April and May were full of Tongues of Angels adventures, because Indie-Visible released the novel as a 10-year anniversary edition, and I was all over the place online, in several blog-carnations. It was good. It was busy, but it was good. That firmly under way, I turned to finishing off the second of the volumes of collected diaries, and all the proofing, indexing and final approvals needed. All to good ends, friends, because the…
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Blogging beautifully…virtual tour underway
Seriously? You could have one of these. Busy week, my friends! This week I’m on a virtual book tour for Tongues of Angels: A Novel, and the week started out with a bang on Sunday night. Mr. Husband and I went on the radio to talk about the Catholic Church, baseball and what makes a good marriage (they’re asking us!??) The radio station was FCC Free Radio, “Radio for the People, by the People!” It was an entertaining conversation with host Ralph “Zig” Tyko. Monday was double duty. I visited two blogs at once (you can do that when it’s virtual. In real life, not so much). Writer Tomi L.…
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Doris and the Doctor
There’s a lot going on with the doctor in the Doris Diaries. If you’ve been following along in 1929 while Doris is still in high school, but is already 19 (she missed a lot of school because of her illnesses), she has an ongoing flirtation with the intern who she met when she was in the hospital. She goes to visit him in his office, and they flirt some more. It’s ongoing, and harmless. Or is it? (Remember, this is a true story, from Doris’s perspective. No way to prove or disprove what happened here. It’s what the diary says.) Please post to Facebook or Twitter what you think so…
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April Showers
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Book-crazy. No, I mean it.
Well, here we are. The book is out. This is a picture of the cover (squee!). I’m excited, exhausted, elated, freaked out, nervous, very happy, terrified, anxious, pleased as punch, sick to my stomach… well, you get the idea. The weight of the pressure of success is enormous — which makes it like riding a big wave off Hawaii. Which I have never done, because I fear sharks and drowning, and also a long flight to Hawaii over miles of open water. But I digress. Anyhoo, the book is out, and if you like Doris and her diaries, hie thee to a bookstore and beg them to carry it. Especially…
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a hazard to myself
I had a toxic relationship with my garage. It was ugly in there. Cans of half-used paint that were there when we moved in. Pesticide – which I never use. Old building supplies, like hardened bags of plaster and grout that had never been opened but had gotten damp. A bottle of chalk for marking lines at the soccer field (we don’t play soccer). And a rusting can of some kind of tar stuff for patching the roof – stick on the outside and too scary to actually open. Everyone knows (I hope) not to throw these things in the garbage – they will surely leak into the ecosystem –…
