For anyone who is interested, I have started up my blog again.  https://fromdreams.wordpress.comRead more... )

This traveling around makes it hard to get to the important stuff--like writing and keeping up with LiveJournal, Facebook, SheWrites, etc., etc.

Does anyone remember Learning to Fly?  My first fic.  I am trying to turn it into a young adult novel, ages 14 and up.  It hurts when you have to start pulling paragraphs and whole chapters.  If it doesn't ( Read more... )

We're in Nevada in a place called Pahrump.  It's from the local Native American language and means something like water rock.  It's flat desert but snow-topped mountains rise in the east ( Read more... )

We are heading for the desert, and I am not sure if we will have access to the internet, or even to cell service of any kind.  You may not hear from me again for a while.  Just when I am starting to get reconnected.  Argh.

First Joshua Tree then Slab City.  Slab City is an interesting place.  Google it and you will see what I mean . . . har.

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I am now an Escapee from the massive drudgery of life.  For the most part, anyway.  Still have to deal with bills and gas and all those little (sometimes big) things that go wrong and interrupt the fun.  We spent last winter in California and Arizona, then Utah, Colorado, back to Utah, and Idaho by the middle of June.  Wow, the big, rushing rivers ( Read more... )

I'm one of those Strange People, I think.

I won't go into all the reasons why it's been over a year since I have written on LJ--there's too many.  Suffice to say I have become that gypsy and ever since, have had little time for lots of what I used to do, including writing.  Now we are slowing down a little and I am determined to catch up to where I ( Read more... )

Finally posted on that blog, and the sun has melted enough that we can see our gas grill again!  If I want to find Dickens, check all the windows and there he'll be drooling at the birds and squirrels hopping and scampering across the snow.

A little tell and mostly show that spring is finally here and Dickens loves those creatures.  In his own way.

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Prairie dogs popping up and jays banging on our walls.  It must be spring ( Read more... )

Oh my goodness.  Here is another lurker you may have thought passed on into that mysterious realm of the vaguely disappeared.  Vague because one can never be sure when someone might pop up a month or six months or a year later on these journals or blogs or whatever.  Some of us are that way, I'm afraid.    Type Bs, or lazy, or just ( Read more... )