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I have been busy writing. I swear.
Some of it, I did publicly. over here.
Most of it I did privately, sharing only with my writing group and agent. Proud to say, finally figured out some nagging issue, and now at almost 81000 words, can see the end of on the new novel, 3Women Walk Into A Bar.
I have been distracted, with life and people and plans.. and with other writing. Yep. Strange. It’s feast or famine for me. My muse is a taskmaster.. which sounds kinda like Beastmaster… which might be more fitting.
But that’s the thing with words. When they come, they need to …
More books, authors and events.
Yes. There were more writer events this weekend. We went to The Eagle Eye Book Shop in Decatur.
This is my friend David Fulmer. He’s a great writer. If you don’t know his stuff. You should.
This is me and Kari making a Fulmer Sandwich. His request. Photo by his lady.
And the following video is of a reading of the first chapter of his new book, Lost River , by an adorable actress named Portia.
See a recent LOST RIVER review here. Buy the book and his others here.
After the reading we went out for a few Belgium …
Porchin' it rhymes with fortunate. Unless you want a Bloody Mary.
Ah. The view from this wide wraparound porch off the B&B was tough to leave.
Especially on a Sunday, when the town below doesn’t start serving beer or wine until 12:30 and won’t break out the hard liquor all day.
Gotta love those Baptists.
We managed to get along anyway, having drowned our potential hangovers in a four and a half foot deep hot tub at 2 AM until dark o’thirty. Girlfriends are great travel companions.
We wandered around the town seeing folk art like this
then sat in a cool stone house to hear people like this
talk about …
Porchin’ it rhymes with fortunate. Unless you want a Bloody Mary.
Ah. The view from this wide wraparound porch off the B&B was tough to leave.
Especially on a Sunday, when the town below doesn’t start serving beer or wine until 12:30 and won’t break out the hard liquor all day.
Gotta love those Baptists.
We managed to get along anyway, having drowned our potential hangovers in a four and a half foot deep hot tub at 2 AM until dark o’thirty. Girlfriends are great travel companions.
We wandered around the town seeing folk art like this
then sat in a cool stone house to hear people like thistalk about …
