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Road Runner

I took the photo of the road runner at the Dallas Zoo. I don’t know what there is about road runners, but I just love them. I had one when I lived in Crawford, Texas that would peer in the windows at me when I was typing at my computer on my stories. They’re such huge birds, they remind me of something prehistoric. They also mate for life. We had a pair that would hop our split rail fence in Oklahoma. I loved seeing them.

Okay, so I got more work done on weeding, and working on shoring up my stones with gravel. I’m about halfway around the one flowerbed.

I had to brainstorm with my brainstorming partner because I’ve been writing some really fun scenes, but I still needed something mysterious, dead body, to tie them together. lol Anyway, we came up with an idea, so I’m off to get more done on that.

I walked for the first time to the school in a long time since being sick. Of course it had to get really hot. It will be hotter tomorrow, but Friday we have thunderstorms, so I might be driving.

Okay, off to work. I did manage to reach 21K yesterday!

Have a super, curiously fun day!


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Did you ever watch Romancing the Stone?

The author is sitting there crying over the end scene of her book because it’s so poignant? It’s meant to be funny. But in truth, it happens. I’ll have a scene that I’ve written that is so touching–to me, I can’t help but shed a tear. Or I am writing something and it’s so funny, that every time I come across it, I smile or chuckle. 🙂

It doesn’t mean everyone will feel the same emotion, but it’s amazing how many readers who will read those scenes and be touched in the same way.  And no way can I plan it out.

I took a writing class once, given by a writer who didn’t write romance, but he was also an actor, and he was telling us about journaling his feelings. When he was playing a part on stage where he was supposed to cry, a few times, he could do it, but then once that emotion was tapped for that emotionally-charged memory, he couldn’t cry again. So  he would have to think of another that had touched his life.

In writing, the scene I’m talking about didn’t happen to me. It’s just a culmination of events that occur in the story, and it’s a son estranged from his mother, who finally….well, I can’t say. It just touched me, and I’m sitting there with tears running down my cheeks, annoyed with myself, because it’s hard to write scenes when your eyes are blurry with tears, but….it’s also good because it means the writer has captured some real emotion in his writing. At least that’s how it affected me.

On more positive news, my road runner is back!!!

He (or it could be a she, no way to tell), was sitting on my wall yesterday while I was writing A Silver Wolf Christmas. Something is waving like a big fan up and down, up and down, and it caught my eye through the blinds. So I started to really watch, so sure it’s him, but I have to really see him so I can’t get really excited, and sure enough, there is my road runner. He was here all spring, then went missing. I had hoped he had found a mate. But maybe he went looking and didn’t then returned “home” to be with me. He would peek in my windows and watch me. I have a billion grasshoppers, so I hope he’ll eat them all up.

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Okay now that I have my memorable road runner pictures displayed, I have more and I’d love to capture him now, but it’s not always easy to do!…I’m off to write.

Oh, and I did get my publisher-required word count! Now I just have to finish the book!

Have a super great Monday!!!


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Mission: Fog

That was my mission. Take pictures of the fog. I love fog. It reminds me of vampires. And ghosts. And the mystery beyond.

So when I see a fun, foggy day, I take pictures. Only this time I thought I’d try to capture the fog and then do a black and white version of it. Some of the photographers’ sites I visit have the most gorgeous black and white photos. Total novice here, but I thought it was interesting, nonetheless.

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It’s a bit cluttered with telephone pole, wires, a fence post, hose roped around it, a picture of the bare field in between my property framed by trimmed hedges and then my neighbors of his trimmed peach orchard, and beyond, trees in the distance. It’s also interesting to see the fog layers and how deep it is the further out you get. It shows a country life where wildflowers can grow with abandon.

And this was taken on my other neighbor’s side where the fog was even more pronounced. Actually, it was getting thicker by the time I moved to the backyard.

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But I was thwarted on my mission to take pictures of the fog.

Because of him.

Here I was happily looking for fun fog shots and he was in the backyard, looking at me when I must have taken the 2nd fog picture. I turned to take one of my back acreage, and there he was. The farmer was actually getting ready to sow his crops so was making a racket right next to my yard, yet Wiley, the Road Runner, just watched me and let me take several pictures of him surrounded by henbit, the wild purple flowers around him.

And then I worked on bears for one bear order, 3 Matheson Clan bears. They have their tams/bonnets on, but are bear chested, needing their sashes still, and waiting on the fabric to come from Scotland.
And then I have to finish up the Campbell and MacPherson Clan bears for another order.
So that’s my mission today.
And our nice warm weather dropped in temperature, because it’s March! Prediction of ice on Tuesday.
Do your plans ever go asunder?
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The Road Runner Returns!

road runner painting

For Valentine’s Day, my road runner visited me.  The poodle is my mother’s statue. We raised poodles when I was growing up and then when I was grown I had a couple of standard poodles for years.  But I never had a road runner. 🙂

This was a photo that I took of the road runner and then I used Topaz Labs Simplify program to create the look of a painting. See? I can even create paintings now. LOL When I couldn’t even draw stick figures before. 🙂

Have a delightful Saturday!!!

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A Crescent Moon on a Texas Winter’s Night

Moon on a Texas Winter's Night

Do you ever just take a moment and look at the stars in the sky? Or at the sunset? The moon? The world around us, day or night? I decided, now that I’ve moved my desk where I can see out the window, I need to have a bird feeder by the window so I can watch the antics of the birds. sunset and clouds (800x573)

My road runner continues to hop around my windowsills when I have the blinds closed. But I only rarely get a picture of him before I scare him off. 🙁 Then again, what if I had bird feed out for the little birds and the road runner wanted to eat them. Meals on wings. Not what I wanted to picture at all.

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I finished tons of deadline projects, which means I have to get caught up with chores, and then, it’s back to working on Jaguar Pride. I have 29,000 done. 51,000 words to go! 🙂

If you put bird feed out for birds, what are you attracting? I’ve had hummingbird feeders before, but the problem is they attract yellow jackets and they’re already a nightmare out here, so can’t have that.

Have a terrific Monday! 🙂

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Change Can Be Confusing

Elk at the Lee G Simmons Conservation Park and Wildlife Safari in Ashland, Nebraska. This is rutting season and so we couldn’t stop the car and I had to get a shot while we were driving by. They’re very territorial and dangerous at this time of year. Last year, they were okay–because we could stop and take pictures. Note this year, it was much colder and the ponds were frozen.

This is a picture I took last year.

But the keeper said that they have a lot of wild young bad boy bucks this year. 🙂  So many things had changed this year from last, and I think it was because the temperatures had dropped so drastically. It was 11 degrees on Sunday morning, with a chill factor of 1 degree. We’re having 70 here today, so being in that cold of weather when you’re not used to it is COLD. 🙂 

If I were this bear, note the snow on the ground, I would be hibernating. Which I sort of am. I’m in my cave, trying to finish up edits on A Hero of a Highland Wolf and A Highland Wolf Christmas.

I’m excited my roadrunner is still here!

But I’m confused about one thing–it’s just Tuesday, right? My neighbors put out their trash and they don’t pick up until Wednesday. It is Tuesday today, right???

Back to work on the two books. Brought out my notes for Jaguar Pride as that’s the next book I need to write. 🙂

Do you have your tree up yet??? I still need to do that, but because of deadlines, I think it might be the latest I ever put up my decorations.

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