Getting a slow start this morning. I’ve been pulling weeds and such. I wrote 4,000 words yesterday! Yay! I am 41% done with word count! I can’t believe it! That’s encouragement and it means I’m nearly halfway there.
Have a great day and watch out for stinging jellyfish along the way.
Isn’t he just beautiful? I often can’t get a good shot of one. So this time I figured why go for the beautiful feathers? (Which are the green in the lower left of the photo. Go for a nice head shot, uhm, long neck shot. Yep. Beautiful.
Sometimes if one thing doesn’t work, trying something else does.
Have a beautiful day! And if you want to be a peacock, go for it!
That’s not good. I finally get a response about the audiobook titles I can transfer, I need to upload them. So I start doing that–need the cover, wait, no permission to open file to use, hate changing up to Windows 10. I mean, some things are good–my raw filter now works on Photoshop again. But other stuff like this is a real pain. I’ve tried to gain access, but I’m just not savvy enough to figure it out. I finally was able to open the file, and there are all the images but I can’t open them. No access. The administrator has to approve access. I. Am. The. Administrator. Let me in or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll…
All of this takes away from writing and I’m having trouble enough with staying on track and I know more edits will be coming down the pike.
So…I’m trying to make a cover from scratch, but that takes time. So who said this was going to be a piece of cake? Can I give them a piece of my mind?
I’m off to try and get word count and then play with a cover in the meantime.
Have a fun day!!! Mine will be productive and great….I’m determined to make it so.
Destiny of the Wolf: His heart holds a secret only she can unlock…
All she wants is the truth Lelandi Wildhaven is determined to discover the truth about her beloved sister’s mysterious death. But everyone thinks she’s out to make a bid for her sister’s widowed mate.
He’s a pack leader tormented by memories Darien Silver blames himself for his mate’s death. When her twin arrives in his town, he finds himself bewitched, and when someone attempts to silence her, he realizes that protecting the beautiful stranger might be the only way to protect his pack—and himself.
Silver Town Wolf Series: Destiny of the Wolf (Book 1) Wolf Fever (Book 2) Dreaming of the Wolf (Book 3) Silence of the Wolf (Book 4) A Silver Wolf for Christmas (Book 5)
When I was at the San Diego Zoo, I had so much fun seeing polar bears in the water playing. I had never seen that before. At the Omaha zoo, one just sleeps in a cave all day. Our Texas zoos that I’ve been to don’t have any. I don’t think the one is Wisconsin that I went to had any. I don’t remember any at the zoo in Minnesota. I could be wrong. I might have missed them.
But when I saw the active bears in water at the one in San Diego, it was so much fun. They loved it too.
Do you see the red parrot turned upside down while the green parrot grooms him?
It’s just an upside down world.
Did you know that journaling is a great catharsis? I always tell myself that when something crazy, wild, bad, fun, exciting happens, I need to put it in a story. That’s how I live my life. It’s story material.
So here’s a crazy one. I hired a guy to take out a tree and replace it with one that won’t have to be trimmed to death to keep it from running into my house and the roots from tearing up my driveway. I don’t know why builders don’t think of long-term trouble. Anyway, so the guy and his helper tell me that the in-ground sprinkler has been cut in two places. Now, he proceeds to tell me just how one of the two shovels they were using couldn’t have done the job. He didn’t say anything about the other shovel. You know why? The one he was showing me did it. If I had taken forensic evidence from it, it would have shown it was the culprit.
So he says there’s no way it could have done it. The cuts were way too smooth. And he lifts the edge of the shovel to show it’s too jagged to have cut anything that smoothly.
It looked really smooth to me.
He says they had to be cut by a pair of scissors.
Tell me this guy is joking. That he can’t think I’m that stupid. That I would even consider buying into that malarkey. Nope. He really, truly, sincerely believes I will fall for his story.
I write stories for a living. One of the key elements is that you have to make them seem realistic. Even though mine are about shapeshifting cougars, and jaguars, and wolves, and bears, oh my!
“Well, it won’t cost that much to fix. Only about $3.50. It’s not that big a deal,” he says.
So why make up a cockamamie story and just fix it? He offered his services to do my yard. NO. WAY.
And, one of the guys tossed a water bottle behind my shrubs, thinking I wouldn’t find it. I was pulling weeds back there, and hey, my yard isn’t a trash dump, thank you very much. If you want to trash your own yard, go right ahead. That flowerbed is next to the house, a long way from the road, so it had to have been theirs.
“Nobody came over here and cut the sprinkler with a pair of scissors,” I said. For one thing, to have cut it where it was cut–in two separate places– someone would have had to have dug up all the dirt around that length of hose to reach it. I didn’t even think of that when he hit me with this unreal story. It’s almost as crazy as a parrot hanging upside down so his companion could groom his tail feathers.
The funny thing is that when I looked at the other guy to see his take on this ludicrous story, he was smiling. I smiled at him. We shared the secret. He cut the sprinkler hose.
The guys finally came back three days later to fix it, after I reminded them they were supposed to fix it two days earlier.
“We haven’t forgotten about it,” the guy in charge had texted me.
Me either! Since the water was shooting across the yard and not watering the tree that was just planted.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it the night they had done it. It wouldn’t have mattered in the least that they had done it–if they had just not made up a story to say they didn’t do it. Are we all kindergartners or what?
My neighbor’s son is my yardman, and I told him all about it when it first happened. The day after it was fixed, he was out mowing his parents’ lawn and came over to make sure the sprinkler head was set right. It wasn’t so he fixed it for me. When he cuts a sprinkler head by accident–because that’s all it is–he fixes it. No made up story at all.
I asked him why he came over and cut my sprinkler with a pair of scissors, by the way.
He laughed. I laughed.
Telling about it is a catharsis. And maybe, someday, it will be in one of my books.
Am I still mad? Nope. Sprinkler’s fixed, and I have a fun, true story to tell.
Hope you have a fun day and any tall tales you hear or offer will be just told in fun.
I spent so much time pulling grass and weeds you’d think I had no grass left. Nope. It’s like a stimulant. Pull grass, five more pop up in its place. So every morning for a couple of hours while it’s cooler, I pull grass and weeds, put down bark mulch, return to house, and write. Which meant? I forgot to blog!
Something has to give. Today is my daughter’s last Friday off, so we’re having breakfast in a few minutes, and I couldn’t put down more bark mulch. So we’re off!