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Friday, January 25, 2008And The Chatty One Goes SilentIt's been a long week. Eric's been out of town with my eldest daughter. I'm feeling the loss of "Mama Maggie's" arms with the baby. I'm feeling the strain of being the only adult in the house. I am so spoiled. Oh, yes -- and it's cold. So my January Grumpies are in full force. Imagine my delight when I discovered a package on the front porch. The doorbell had rung and my reaction was Classic Hermit: "WHO is at my DOOR?" And I tiptoed through the dining room to peek, and saw the mail truck. So then it was safe to open the door, and there sat the box upon my doormat. It was a gift for Molly -- a sweet pair of pink jammies from my cousin in Pennsylvania. Just what I needed on this cold, grouchy, I-can't-wait-for-Eric-and-Maggie-to-get-home day. And in case you haven't noticed, my muse is on her last leg. Someone -- anyone -- remind me that I am a writer. I think that's enough of a whine for today. Have a glorious weekend -- I certainly intend to! Labels: life |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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3of my readers are feeling chatty:
((((((((Thinking of you)))))))))))
Writer's write. That's you.
HEY.... YOU!
YOU'RE A WRITER!!!!
Now somebody remind ME of that fact. :)
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