Monthly Archives: November 2017

A Winner

Of course that does not mean I’m done. It just means I did 50,000 words this month so far. So, what now? 1. Finish the plot line. I’m in the middle of the climax now. I should be able to finish the book in the next few days. 2. Take a moment to appreciate the fact that I have written at least one new rough draft every year since 2000. Before that I’d never actually finished even the rough draft […]

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Desperate Measures

Marge had seen bathrooms of all kinds all over the world. There were the ones on a train in China with only two foot shaped stands and an oblong hole in the floor. There was one in France that sprayed your tush if you pressed a button. She would even count bushes alongside the road. This took the cake. “Are you sure it’s hooked up?” Marge asked Sally. “Well, there’s no water, but there’s a pit under it. It’s better […]

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The Home Stretch

I’m almost done with my NaNoWriMo novel. So…. no Suzie’s House this week. I’ll have one for you next week,

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Hot Stuff

The music and talking and general party mayhem was so loud that Anna was pretty sure no one else heard the sirens. She wouldn’t have, except she happened to be next to the window when the first fire truck screeched to a halt in the street far below. “Fantastic party, Anna!” “The best!” “Hey everybody, let’s cheer for Anna! She’s on fire tonight!” While her friends carried on, Anna muttered to herself: “Lord I hope not.” The Challenge: Write a […]

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To Do List

1. Come up with this list. 🙂 2. Write 2,000 words tonight. These don’t count, 3. Delete my Photobucket account and every link related to it. 4. Make some gift bags. What do you mean it’s too early for Christmas? 5. Run the dishwasher. 6. Come up with a cord that will make my new-to-me washer/dryer set plug into the wall. 7. Test run the machines. 8. Do three weeks worth of backed up laundry. 9. Put shelves in the […]

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Suzie’s House 515 : Cause No Harm

Much to Sonoma’s relief, Drew walked into the house under his own steam. There had been a few times back when he lived under her roof when they had brought him into the house on a dolly. His muscles would lock up and keep him as still as a statue for painfully long minutes, sometimes even hours. This gave her heart. The fact he could move now meant she was on to something.

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The Truly Special

Jane couldn’t wait to see the main attraction of the day. The tour guide said repeatedly that the angora goats they were petting now weren’t so special, and the yaks were common as dirt in Mongolia. What was really worth their time would come later. It was going to be even bigger than the statue of Genghis Khan! It turned out to be a department store. “What makes this so special,” Jane asked. “It’s the tallest building in Mongolia. 15 […]

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13 Sentences

The last lines I wrote in my NaNo book tonight: “The point is, I haven’t found people to be particularly trustworthy.” “Too late to keep it from me.” She grinned at him, pleased with her logic. “I haven’t been bad so far, have I?” “But that’s always the way with humans. You act all nice at first. Then you do something horrible!” “I promise, I will not do anything horrible.” She let her irritation show. “I’m just a girl. What […]

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Night Film by Marisha Pessl p.583

I did the rudimentary translation in my head. The trap for the mermaids? Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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13 Things I Should Know by Now

It’s November! You can guess what I’m doing now. Yep. NaNo. And of course I am completely unprepared. This stuff always goes better when I have something like an outline to work with. I have my spreadsheet set up, but so far, I’ve only put in one line. 1. I do actually know what the book is about. Sort of. It was a serial I made up as part of our bedtime routine when the kids were little. Now if […]

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Shattered

The vase shattered. Ruth was so sure of her grip, and yet the evidence was irrefutable. She rubbed her arthritic old hands thoughtfully. “Oh no! How horrible!” Inga scuttled out of the kitchen. “Don’t move! I’ll get that cleaned up right away.” The maid brought a broom. Ruth considered how long she could hold off before putting out another one of Ted’s ugly vases and how soon she should call the doctor. Ruth bit her lip. “No need to be […]

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