Crap. Why won't it die? The damn spud isn’t even soft. No water, no dirt, it's not normal. And, sigh, with this much determination to flourish, I'll either soon have to admit it deserves more than a green bowl, or remember I don’t have roots. I could abandon this home to the potato, pack up my laptop and hit the road.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Chat with Rebecca
Posted by Arlene at 11:53 AM
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I can't begin to guess who'll rot or go sour first. Hard skinned nut who's happy to simply exist, or exploring sweetie who tries for infinity and beyond.
Posted by Arlene at 3:47 PM
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Went to grocery store after work.
Got home. Unpacked. Had forgotten soap. Swore. Went to garage to store case of water.
Went to parent’s, left copy of Ashes and told them not to read it. (blush) Took their dish soap and went home. Sat down with the twins. Thought, I did write that.
It’s been a good night.
Posted by Arlene at 10:04 PM
Monday, July 4, 2011
Can u fix an error end of chapter nine. The word, through, the r is missing.
I have a fan who cares. He's reading Splintered Energy, found a typo, and he made his wife text me, under the assumption I can do something to fix the problem.
Of course I can't. But I didnt give birth almost 27 years ago for nothing, and my son will surely figure out how to stick one letter in a word so I can reload it on Amazon. But I'll wait in case there's more text messages to come.
The main thing is, I have at least one reader who not only claims to love the book so far, he gets that need to strive for perfection to the very letter.
Posted by Arlene at 8:33 PM