Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Saturday, I attended Heartland Writer's Group Christmas Party. We had a fun time in the sun.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Pick out something in your house that you've never use and wrap it up to exchange. A fun way to see what others have in their closet and it's a great way to keep cost down while still having a good time.
The holidays are not about the gifts that you receive but the family and friends that you love.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
2. Save money by writing up a letter instead of the traditional card. This way everyone learns more about what's going on in your world and you save money too.
3. Do a few cards a night 5 or 10 until their all done.
4. If you put the addresses into the computer you can print them out on labels and avoid having to write them all out.
5. Or consider sending out a Christmas email and not sending cards at all.
And if you find you don't have time to send cards. Change to sending out Easter cards instead. You still keep in touch with love ones and you'll have more time to enjoy Christmas.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
And the argument about them not making as much money is insane. It could add games to the current system and they could still bowls for the teams that didn't make it into the play-off.
So what's the really reason for them not having a playoff?
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 (1 oz) package salad dressing mix (recommend Hidden Valley Original Ranch)
1 heaping tablespoon dried dill
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon celery salt
Place the crackers in a large sealable freezer container. In a bowl, mix the oil, salad dressing mix, dill, garlic powder, and celery salt. Pour this mixture over the crackers. Cover the container and invert to coat all the crackers with the seasoning.
Refrigerate for at least 24 hours, turning the container every so often to keep the crackers coated. Let the mixture come to room temperature before serving. Store in the covered container in the refrigerator.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
1 pound Owens sausage (mild or hot, you decide)
3 (8 oz) packages cream cheese
1 can Ro*Tel (chopped peppers and tomatoes, mild or hot)
Brown sausage in skillet. Drain fat when sausage is completely cooked. In saucepan melt cheese and Ro*Tel together. When cream cheese is melted add sausage. Blend together. Serve warm with Doritos or other chips.
When the Past Came Back published by The Wild Rose Press
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, I taught a class at the Heartland Writers RWA meeting.
Rewriting is a task all writers must endure. But it can eat up hours of time, but is well worth the endeavor if it helps sell the manuscript.
Thanks everyone at HWG for giving me a chance to share what I've learned.
You guys are the best,
Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
With the holiday season, come up. I thought I would post a few of my favorite recipes over the next few weeks.
My publisher the Wild Rose Press is also coming out with their annual cookbook.
You can download it for free. I'll let you know when it is available.
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand milk
Dash of salt
1/2 to 1 c. nuts
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla
Melt bits in milk over low heat, remove from heat and add nuts and vanilla. Spread in lightly buttered 9 inch pan; chill until firm, cut.
Remove from pan. Store at room temperature.
Better after 24 hours.
Have a great day,
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The golfing season in Nebraska is probably over.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Youthful Temptations is about a couple finding love and overcoming stereotypes. We see that we all have baggage, it’s a part of us, and those that love us don’t mind the load we carry. Awesome story, I really enjoyed Youthful Temptations.
To read the whole review click on the link.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Time to switch out the clothes and settle in for the winter.
It can also be a time to re-evaluate your goals and see if you are on track to where you want to be by the end of the year.
I have a short story I'm trying to get done and then I need to get going on a series I've been planning all year.
Guess I better get my rear in gear and get-her-done.
Monday, September 28, 2009
The journey of a thousand miles
starts with a single step.
Even once you're on the path some steps are harder than other and the need to rest can claim us. Stop take a breath and continue. As long as you keep moving forward you will reach your destination.
Have a wonderful week,
Friday, September 25, 2009
Your answer, "Sure, I plan on doing that, but today I’m just too busy."
Yet, one day for no reason, you don’t put it off. You go to the gym and meet a handsome hunk on the way inside the building.
"Never happen," you say, and you know it can’t happen to you.
But what happens when it does?
I have a friend that made such a casual comment to me.
"Hey, Tina. There’s this great publisher that might like your story. Why don’t you send it in?"
Now, I could have put it off. Said the timing wasn’t right.
I didn’t. I took a chance.
It paid off. I sold my first book.
Never happen to you.
I can’t say.
Just don’t let the undertow of despair wash away the waves of hope that come your way.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Some of us go to a job outside our homes where we have to get along with a grumpy receptionist or deal with a knit-picking boss. We shares our woes of our imperfect job with a friend, someone who makes us feel that we’re not alone on those days when we feel out of sync with our co-workers.
In that respect, I don’t have to worry. You see I write. There’s no one around when I write. It’s a solitary endeavor, which would make one think I’m home free, in paradise, away from the annoying people of the outside world.
Wrong! I get lonely. I have this insatiable desire to talk, and talk, and talk some more. It’s a terrible habit I can’t seem to break.
And what do I want to talk about?
Writing, it’s kind of a passion for me.
Yeah? Well, what about your family? They’re interested, right?
Not when you are a romance writer and a mother of two teenage boys. World of War Craft and video games, karate and fencing moves; these are the topics of choice in my house.
So where are my comrades, the people to whom I can connect?
Lost, I thought, in a world of their own design, stuck behind their desk, in their office, on a street far, far away in another galaxy.
So I prepared myself for the journey and scouted out my local library. A critique group was forming of local writers. I joined right in, ready to share my heart. My enthusiasm dimmed quickly when I discovered that the other writers didn’t exactly share my passion for romantic novels.
Still I went; searching for other places my compatriots might be hiding. A local community class was an alternative I looked into. And it worked for a short time but again, with a wide range of interests and different genres, I didn’t feel at home. But I was lucky enough to be given a name of a group that seemed to be what I wanted.
Romance Writers of America had a local chapter not far from my house, and they met once a month. They didn’t require a secret handshake to join, but I must say when I walked into that first meeting, I was leery.
Would this be the right place for me? Would I be accepted?
The lady that took my money at the door, smiled at me, was even friendly. But then again, that was her job, she wanted my money. She suggested I attend the ask-an-author session being held across the hall.
The published author would answer any question I had, she said.
Right, I thought, like they’re going to talk to me, an unpublished nobody.
To my surprise, they did.
Then they walked into the RWA meeting with me, sat down in the same room with me, and treated me like an equal. To my happy surprise, no one called me out for being a wanna-be, a bad pretender, a no name author.
Well, as you can guess, I found my home. The ladies and men in the group welcomed me each time I attended a meeting. They didn’t scoff at my stupid questions, but instead told me things I needed to know. They supported my passion with cheers of encouragement.
I made friends. I became involved. With their help and support, I changed.
And now that I have my first contract, I know I will find the help I need to take me to the next level.
Thank you everyone at Heartland Writers Group for the beautiful ripples you’ve made in my life.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Some might look at this cake and laugh. It's not perfect. No expert cook baked it. But the love inside is much greater, which to me makes it the best cake ever.
My husband and I watch a lot of food network. The cake decorating show are some of our favorite. We've talked many times about getting the recipe for fondant. It has to be hard, if the chef use it right?
Well, I can't say, but my husband can. He found the recipe on the internet and decide to give it a try for my birthday.
Not a simple task, he spend hours mixing the recipe together and rolling out the dough. What you see is the time it takes to create a beautful example of what a man will do for the woman he loves.
A master piece in my eyes, I am very blessed to be married to such an awesome guy. Even if he drives me crazy at times.
And the flowers are a gift from my son. Hope when your birthday comes around, it's as good for you.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thank you for spotting by and answering the question.
Why do you write?
This is both an easy and a difficult topic to blog about. I write, as it is a tool for me to express myself. I see a story in events that exist and arise from situations around me. Out of that comes a need to put on paper that idea that transforms itself into a story so I can share with others. I internalize a lot. When I am asked to verbally recount a story, or a situation, I actually find it quite difficult. I immediately become tongue-tied and find that gift that many people have to verbally communicate their ideas, clear and concise to a group of people, does not exist within me.
Except if you give me time, pen and paper to put those ideas down in writing, something else happens. The ability to transpose those ideas become clear and distinct as my own individual style appears.
I am a prolific writer. I include without hesitation controversial and moral dilemmas within my novels. It is actually something that drives me. I believe we all have lessons to learn in life. Once we experience them, why not share them with others?
So all these dilemmas, crisis, controversies, that go on around me, whether it’s with friends, family, in the community and local news. The story appears and when I sit down to write the premise, it is transformed into a story, along with the characters that come to life to retell it, to share with my readers the knowledge I have gained.
Let's learn a little about Lorhainne's book.
Blurb: The Captain’s Lady
Captain Eric Hamilton is a powerful force in the U.S. Navy, having earned himself a reputation of being a hard-nosed chauvinist. He’s commander of the USS Larsen, a destroyer, currently deployed in the Persian Gulf during Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Abby Carlton has just escaped from the man who held her captive for a year. Abducted while travelling in Paris, she was given to an Arab man as a gift, until one night she makes her desperate escape.
While on patrol one morning Captain Eric Hamilton discovers a dinghy floating aimlessly. Abby is found, battered and in an advanced state of pregnancy, lying in the bottom of the dinghy. From the moment she lay on the deck of his ship her innocence finds a way to penetrate his hardened heart. But time is running out. Eric is falsely accused of sexual assault and the CIA wants Abby and the baby for bait to flush out her captor.
Excerpt: The Captain’s Lady
“We have no reports of a ship in distress in the area, Captain.”
“What about fishing boats?”
“No, sir, no reports.”
Looking once more at his first officer, Eric issued curt orders, the harshness grating in his voice. “Send a rescue team to check it out.”
Handing the binoculars off to one of the crew members, he strode with determination off the bridge, heading directly to the ship’s launch. His well-trained crew scurried about. Joe appeared at his side and they watched from the rail as the small rigid hull sped off in the direction of the dinghy. His pulse rose and the dampness on his back soaked through his short-sleeved shirt.
“So what do you think?” Joe leaned on the rail, uncertainty clear in the crinkle of his brows.
“Don’t know, dammit.” Eric focused on the scene unfolding in the distance. Again he commandeered the binoculars from Joe and scrutinized the three-man team approaching, then securing the boat to the dinghy.
His senses were keen; over the years, he’d learned to trust them. The uneasiness that crept its way into his gut, the hairs now standing up on the back of his neck and the racing of his heart; this unshakable feeling was telling him that things were about to change—drastically. Puzzled, he felt the mounting frustration build inside, along with something else he could not quite put his finger on. Shaking his head, he realized it was not a feeling of dread.
The crackle of the radio interrupted his speculation. A voice from the rescue team came over the line. “There’s someone in here, a woman, and she’s in bad shape.”
Thank Lorhainne for stopping by.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Mike and I hit the last of the wine trail. We visited the last two wineries on the list and are now settling down for fall.
First, we drove out to Greeley, Ne and visited the grave site of Mike's grandmother, then we down to Miletta Vista Winery.
Sitting on a hill, the winery has a great view of the countryside. Check out some of the pictures of the view.
Next, we took hwy. 92 to Prairie Creek Winery. The best part about the trip was talking to the owner. Not only does he grow grapes, but has fields of corn too. A young man, he enjoys creating wine and farming.
So if you're ever in Nebraska check them out and have a great week.
Miletta Vista Winery
Prairie Creek Winery
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
"Computers, Yahoo! and AOL are run by evil little green male trolls --all
about 15 years old. They live inside your machines. Some times the trolls do
what you ask them to do. Sometimes they fold their little troll arms and
shake their little troll heads and say, "Nope. Not doing that. You can't make
me. Nanner. Nanner. Nanner."
Now, if you have a larger male person come in to your office and he does the
VERY SAME THING to the computer that you have been doing for the last 10
hours, the little evil green trolls get afraid. Frighten trolls do what they
are told. Then your larger male person gets a smug look on his face and you go off to plan another mystery in which large male people die in very painful ways. "
Hope it helps you see the funny side of computer problems and write your next thriller.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Still on the wine trail of Nebraska, Saturday, Mike and I visited three wineries.
First, Five Trails Winery tasting room located in Paxton, Ne is right off I 80. It can be an easy stop on your way to Colorado. We bought a nice white wine.
Next, we headed to Feather River Vineyard. Down a gravel road and around several bends, the winery offered a great place for a wedding or a reception.
The last place we visited was Mac's Creek. They had a number of wines that we enjoyed. In Lexington, Ne, the winery isn't a long way off I 80 and worth the trip.
Check them out.
5 Trails Winery
Feather River Winery
Mac's Creek Winery
Monday, August 31, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
My husband and I stopped by the Superior Estate winery not to long ago. They have a very nice white wine made from the Cayuga grapes.
Check out their site. Superior Estates Winery
Also this past weekend, we took a trip down to Lincoln to check out the Windcrest Winery and the new winery of WunderRosa.
I enjoyed talking to the owners at both places.
Windcrest has a fruity cherry wine, made from cherries grown on their property and a large offering of different wines. They are going to be picking their wines here soon if you want to joy in on the fun just contact them.
WunderRosa Winery has only four different wines at the moment, but unfortunately, they received some wind damage to a part of their vineyard which is going to limit their production for this year.
Check them out and have a great week.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Here is an excerpt to peak your interest.
Staring straight ahead, Marohka Taunton avoided eye contact with every man she passed. Moving along the edge of the dance floor, she wove her way back and forth across the assigned path. Her steps, jerky and clumsy, she hid her natural smooth gait. No man, in his right mind, craved an ungraceful wife. At least, she hoped not.
With the stairs a few steps ahead, she tasted victory and allowed herself a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."
A masculine voice in front of her chuckled. "It’s not over yet, princess."
Marohka paused to inspect the stranger. The laughter reflected in his warm brown eyes—surprised, the intelligent focus—intrigued, and the dark spark of interest—captivated.
A foreign response slithered through her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. Her hands turned clammy. Awareness of the man claimed her senses.
His face, framed by dark brown hair, showed rough lines of strength and fortitude. A crooked nose, a square jaw, and a chiseled chin marked his unique personality. Added together, the sum indicated the man rarely backed down from a fight. He’d stand up for his beliefs and defeat his opponents. His lopsided grin with a dimple at the corner of his mouth teased her.
A silly feature on such a stern face. The little mark claimed her heart and spoke of a rare sense of humor, a trait absent in most men.
A tingle ran down her spine. Her toes curled. Either as an appealing partner or a worthy adversary, the man presented a dangerous combination. Right then, without question, Marohka decided never to cross paths with him again.
"It is for me," she responded to his comment. She lifted her chin a little higher and repaired the chip in her armor with a sassy comeback. "But you’re welcome to any of the girls behind me. I’m sure they’ll enjoy your charm."
Marohka lifted her skirt and swept up the stairs. The sound of his laughter spoiled her intended snub.
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And check out my other books on my website www.tinagayle.net
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Can you imagine how those U.S. hockey players felt when they stepped onto the ice in Lake Placid for the first time, already slated as the underdog? Dave Anderson, a columnist for the New York Times wrote the day before the match, "Unless the ice melts, or unless the United States team or another team performs a miracle…..the Russians are expected to easily win the Olympic gold medal for the sixth time in the last seven tournaments."
But they endured. They kept going at it, game after game, until they achieved victory.
At a particular time when I was receiving rejection after rejection, my mother told me a story from when I was about 4 years old. As she loaded a cart full of food on the conveyor belt at the food store, I asked her what color lipstick the woman in front of us was wearing. She replied red. I pressed her further, asking her if the color was more like an apple or a strawberry. She told me
I could describe it any way I wanted.
From that story, I realized it takes perseverance to believe in your dreams. During your day, whether it be at the office or at home with your family, don’t forget to spend time with your craft. Even if you jot a few sentences down before bed, or write an idea for a scene while eating your lunch in the office. Think about your plot, think about your characters. Take that second to decide if the lipstick your heroine is wearing is fuscia or plumberry.
If you don’t have a spot designated to write, maneuver your living room furniture around to find a small alcove you could convert into a mini-office. Sit at the kitchen table where the breeze grabs you just the right way. Dig out the lawn chair and take it to the park with a pad of paper.
Be creative. Wherever you feel the vibe to write is where you should be.
Make your dream happen. Keeping writing and keep reaching for your next goal, whether it be a first contract, a new query, or finding an agent.
A Daughter’s Promise, by debut novelist Christine Clemetson, is a sweeping love story of sacrifice and unexpected hope. In war torn Italy, 1944, Serene Moneto made a promise to her dying mother—a promise so haunting that it directs the course of her life. When she chooses to save an American soldier from death, she risks everything—her name, her life, and capture by the Germans. Finding forbidden love with this soldier tears her world apart. Against the backdrop of a war raging right outside her door, can she choose happiness? Despite the promise she made those years ago?See the trailer at http://www.christineclemetson.com/trailers.html
They both knew Serene’s turn had come. She took in a deep breath and touched his arms in a stiff embrace. She hugged him the way she had rehearsed in her head over and over, the way a mother would hug her son going off to war.
"I don’t care who sees," he said gruffly, pulling her closer. He pushed her chin up with his
fingertips, and bent his head to kiss her.
She took his lips, his body, all of him, into her heart for the last time. Feeling the rapid beating in his chest, she fought the urge to mold her most intimate part against his.
When their lips parted, his warm breath on her neck made her body shiver. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face into his jacket. "I’m not ashamed about
what I said to you last night or what happened between us." Her voice cracked. "It’s a sin, I know, but it was the most beautiful—"
"Ashamed? I don’t think I’ll ever have that kind of love again."
Trembling, she stood back a little, clinging to her emotions with the delicacy of a spider web.
"But you were right. We made the most logical decision."
"Jesus, Serry. I want to tell you so bad that I—"
"You’re all set, then?" Sam said, coming back into the house.
Serene let go of Miles, letting her one finger intertwine with one of his pinky fingers. She couldn’t let him go.
Slowly, he released her and went to the door, putting one foot on the outside pavement before hesitating and turning back. His eyes were red, and she clutched the stair banister to keep from running to him. How much she loved him would be a secret
she’d take to the grave.
Carrying a bottle of whiskey, Marcus passed him at the door and gave him a friendly slap on the back. "I came to give you a goodbye, Coulson."
Serene stood up straight and froze.
Miles jerked himself away. "Change of heart about me?"
His answer was Marcus’ deep kiss on Serene’s cheek and an arm around her waist. "I realized, Coulson, that I’m proud of her for taking the responsibility for you. I thought it was about time that I offered my apologies for the undiplomatic way I acted. We’re all in this for a cause, no? Why don’t we share a bottle to celebrate?"
"No, your change of heart doesn’t rub me the right way." Miles offered an apologetic glance to Serene and then shifted his gaze back to Marcus. "You hurt her, and I’ll hurt you. You understand me?"
"Have a safe trip," Marcus drawled.
Serene watched the driver help him in and her knees weakened. As the truck’s engine started, she braced herself against the wall.
"Don’t worry. Serene. Just think of this as a wedding present from me. No more worries about your American. He is well now and gone for good. Your only thanks is to marry me."
She couldn’t hear him. Her throat ached and she made no effort to wipe the tears spilling freely from her eyes. She started for the door, but he grabbed her by the shoulders.
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Check out my local RWA blogs and see the wonderful things HWG writers have to say.
Have an awesome day,
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
You'll learn some amazing things.
Like you will have to change your current health care provider. No one person can have a better health care program than another. Even if you can pay for it. Except maybe congress.
You no longer have control of your health care choices. The government decides if you can have a knee replacement or surgery.
It will no longer be about what the patient's need but what is best for society (so if you're older and only have a few years to live anyway, you don't get the treatment).
I don't usually display my political beliefs but this is wrong.
Check it out and see what you think.
Here's the blurb for the book.
A widow with two grown children, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a party, she meets a younger man, Vaughn Reagan. He tempts with an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.
Vaughn thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children. He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her. Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arm.
Check it out at http://www.amirapress.com/ on Friday.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Glad to have you on my site.
Thank you so much for hosting me today. To change things up, I'd like to post my blurb and a brand new excerpt from my new release Meant To Be. And if anyone would like to leave a comment, I'll draw a winner for a free download of Meant To Be. :-)
She's running from her past, he's unsure about his future. Maybe together they can figure out what was Meant To Be.Officer Garrett Jamison is at the lowest point in his life. He's lost faith in his ability as a police officer after unwittingly setting his sister up with a dirty cop. Garrett ended up getting shot, and his sister's son kidnapped right out of his own bed. He takes a leave from the force, in need of some time to make a decision about his future. Too bad he can't get a decent night's sleep thanks to his sexy new neighbor and her howling cat. Jessica McGovern moves halfway across the country to start a new life in Green Bay, Wisconsin after her ex-husband is convicted of involuntary manslaughter in the death of their young son. Her new neighbor is as infuriating as he is handsome, but when her ex is released from prison early and shows up in town, Jessica discovers she's never needed anyone more.
"Well?" He stood up and motioned her forward. "Aren't you going to send me off with a good night kiss?"
She let out a delicate snort. "You act as if we're dating or something. Hell, we just got past our mutual dislike of each other."
"Is 'mutual dislike' what you were feeling when you wrapped your arms and legs around me in the kitchen?" he asked, annoyed by her casual attitude. "Because it's definitely not what I was feeling."
"I see your ego isn't as delicate as you thought it was."
Garrett reached down, grasped both her hands, and hauled her to her feet. He gazed down at her, holding her tight against him with one hand, while the other worked the ponytail holder from her hair. Gently, he fingercombed the silky blonde tendrils away from her face while gazing down at her lips, fighting the urge to kiss her breathless. "The hell with it," he whispered, losing the battle. He took her mouth with fierce possession.
Jessica melted into him without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slanted her mouth across his, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a sexy little moan.
Garrett had to use every bit of his self-control to keep from stripping her naked and taking her right there on the floor. He wanted to taste every inch of her, make her burn for him, hunger for him. She could deny it till the cows came home, but the way she responded to him was all the proof he needed.
Jessica wanted him just as much.
Bio for Donna
Romance author Donna Marie Rogers lives in a renovated old schoolhouse in beautiful Northeast Wisconsin with her husband and children. She's an avid gardener and home-canner, as well as an admitted reality TV junkie. Her passion to read is only exceeded by her passion to write, so when she's not doing the wife and mother thing, you can usually find her sitting at her computer creating exciting new characters, fresh new worlds, and always happily-ever-afters.
Thanks everyone for giving Donna a warm welcome.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
First, we visited.
If in the neighborhood, you might want to stop by and visit a winery near you. They are interesting places and you get to meet some fascinating people.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
A fascinating place, the birthplace of a lake and the dead fork of the Missouri River, DeSoto is where the "Bertrand" sank, a merchant steamboat that held merchandise bound for the Montana Territory.
The Visitor Center holds a large assortment of the items retrieved from the boat.
Would love to go back when the birds are flying through.
At this time of year, the refuge is quiet and offers a peaceful place to rest and relax.
If you get a chance, you might want to stop by.
To see more of my pictures visit my website.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The noise has already started. Fireworks are going off every night near my house. People enjoying the season and having fun.
Here is a quick dessert to enjoy on our country's birthday.
A store bought angel food cake
Pick out a pretty glass bowl to make this in so it will display all the colors.
First cut the angel food cake in half. Then tear one half of the cake into small bite size pieces and lay them in the bottom of the bowl. Then sprinkle some blueberries on top, then strawberries, then the whip topping. Repeat the with the second half of the cake, and add the other layers.
Keep a few blueberries and strawberries to display on top.
A great treat for everyone and it looks pretty too.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
But I would like to know how to break an egg without getting egg white from dripping all over my counter.
And don't give me, do it over the bowl, because then I'm stuck fishing egg shells out of my batter.
A simple task that isn't that simple.
Monday, June 29, 2009
My husband loves to take picture and we have visited a number of national parks such as Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, Brice Canyon and others.
I believe it helps me to create the places in my books. I've learned to pick out the special items in a place that make them unique. Death Valley has sand dunes and to my surprise plants like African violets.
Today as you tour the different blogs I invite you to learn more about each author and find out what makes each one unique. As you can see by my blog, I love to travel.
Please leave a comment and win a copy of my e-book "Pregnancy Plan."
Winners will be announced tomorrow July 30.
Here's all the other roses to visit:
( Here's my website, check out me and my books)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
After reading this quote and who said it. I wondered who Ambrose Redmoon was.
So I did a google search and found he was a hippie, writer, and former manager of the psychedelic folk rock band Quicksilver Messenger Service hippie.
Also a writer, he not well-know but his quote is.
Encouraging thought that the world does heard us when we speak.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
At Auburn, if you step on the above seal bad things will happen to you. Like you won't graduate, your hair will fall out, you'll lose the love of your life.
At Georgia, you are not allowed to pass under the arches until you have graduated or you won't.
Interesting what we learn in school.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Below is a link to an article for adding emotion to your writing.
Hope you find it useful,
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
What an incredible lady, if I could only be like her.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Here is some of the things we think about.
Don't name two character with the same first few letters, like Carol and Carly.
They are too close the same name and it will confuse the reader.
Think about the sound of the name - you won't want to have a hero named Willy or Willis.
They invoke a wimpy character in the mind of the reader.
Try not to use name where the reader can't tell if the character is a male or a female unless of course this is your intention.
Parents might want to think about these thinks when they are naming their child too.
Wendy Gale (a name I thought of when I was pregnant wouldn't have been the best choice for a girl) Unless of course, she was related to Storm.(X-men super-hero)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It always helps to have another set of eyes review your work and give you suggestions on what the story might be lacking.
Luckily, I'm a member of RWA and have met a number of writers. If you are a new writer or want to learn more about the business and craft of writing, I strongly suggest you look into Romance Writers of America. They were formed to help romance writers but anyone can join.
Check them out and have a great week,
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
One a sprinkle baking soda all over the carpet and let sit for overnight, then I vacumn it up.
(Caution - this can make your vacumn bag very heavy)
Two - put white vinegar on a plate and set on a table in the middle of the room. This helps absorb the ordors in the air.
Hope this helps,