Picking An Apple: A Blog Dog Weighs In… Chef Chloe by Chloe Coscarelli

Posted on September 14, 2010 by GJD
A Blog Dog Weighs In

Even my dog has food!

Lately I think about food a lot.

Maybe it’s because I joined Weight Watchers and am recording everything from a carrot stick to figuring out how many points garlic naan is worth at my favorite Indian restaurant.

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A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Tuesday

Posted on September 7, 2010 by GJD

My Husband, Riding the Wind

My husband can smell wind in the air two days away.  He can tell you if it’s a northerly or southerly route and how many mph it will be.  He can tell you hour by hour the exact time it will arrive.  He schedules his work and our vacations around windy days.  He scours the weather channel like sports fanatics watch ESPN.

He’s a windsurfer.

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When Worlds Collide: My Double Life

Posted on September 5, 2010 by GJD

No Hammer Zone.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and slide out of bed trying not to bump anything that might wake the dog or my husband.

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Picking An Apple: A Blog Dog Weighs In… The Pioneer Woman by Ree Drummond

Posted on August 31, 2010 by GJD
A Blog Dog Weighs In

Picking A Good Apple

Lately I’ve been fascinated with names.  Specifically what to call my husband on my blog?  He actively avoids the limelight, so his real name is not an option.  Mentioning him at all can be risky.

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“We Interrupt Your Day to Bring You Bagworms, Lots and Lots of Bagworms.”

Posted on August 29, 2010 by GJD
Ready to go.

Sit. Desk. Write.

I’d known him back when.  Back when I wore snappy little suits with matching heels and lipstick.  Back when I applied mascara and eye-shadow.  Back when I fiddled with my long blonde hair until it was perfect.

Yes, I knew him back when.  He looked exactly the same, maybe better.  As we stood there, beaming at the unlikely coincidence outside Starbucks, I didn’t have to wonder how I looked.

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He’s Gone. Now What? or… Me and Christine Aguilera; Alone at Last

Posted on August 25, 2010 by GJD

I can do whatever I want!

The silence is beautiful.

No one’s home but me.  Well, the dog and the two cats, but they’re blissed out; asleep.  I could be asleep too.  Taking a nap—if I wanted.

Waving good-bye as my husband pulls out of the driveway this morning for a business trip quickly turns into one of those victory dances you see on TV when the kids leave home for college.  The house is mine, mine, all mine!

After waiting long enough to be sure he hasn’t forgotten anything and might return, I sprint into his office and flip on all his computer screens.  He’d be mortified to see me checking Facebook, my e-mail and my blog simultaneously.  And I have other windows open to more blogs, the news, the crossword puzzle.  Oh, yeah.

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Picking An Apple: A Blog Dog Weighs In… Literary Rambles by Casey McCormick

Posted on August 24, 2010 by GJD
A Blog Dog Weighs In

Picking A Good Apple

 

Here’s the thing; if I’m not writing, I should be finding an agent for my middle grade novel.   

Writing to an agent to ask for representation is called querying.  The elusive art of writing query letters is almost an industry unto itself.    

There are books on how to write the perfect query letter plus seminars, webinars, and break-out sessions at writing conferences.  How do you get an agent to notice you?  Freaky-cute gifts or “Lucy and Ethyl” antics won’t cut it.   

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What Happens When Your Guy Might Not Be As Brilliant As You Thought?

Posted on August 21, 2010 by GJD
Ready to go.

Sit. Desk. Write.

I’m questioning the smarts of a guy who shares my bed at night, is privy to my innermost secrets, and sees me in ways no one else ever does.

No, he’s not my husband, but I can explain.

This guy is a cat named Blue.  (Okay, I call him Blue Blue.)  We found him clinging to an icy blacktopped road a few days before Christmas on our way to visit friends.  His stomach had been ripped open with his guts skimming the pavement.  His claws were shredded, his pelvis broken and one of his eyes permanently marred by road burn.

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Picking an Apple: A Blog Dog Weighs In… Plum Bananas by Michael R. Christer

Posted on August 17, 2010 by GJD
Tuesday's Apple

How Do You Like This Apple?

 

Let’s cut right to the chase; my shiny, juicy, ready-to-bite-into apple this week is Plum Bananas by Michael (Mike) Christer. 

I love the name.  Plum Bananas.  What a great idea and play on words.  It’s A Guide to Life from “a neurotic, liberal, health-obsessed, social phobic vegan,” so in terms of branding himself, Mike has done a bang-up job.  It’s hard to forget a name like Plum Bananas.  When I first saw the name, I was a little jealous and wondered why I couldn’t come up with something so cool. 

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Perception Is Reality: (Part II) What My Husband Needs To See…

Posted on August 16, 2010 by GJD
A very nice desk

Just waiting for me...

 

        

First, I should mention I do have a desk.  I use it sometimes when my laptop is out of juice and I’m recharging.  It’s a very nice white wicker glass-topped desk with side-pockets and a padded chair.           

(Confession–I had to have that desk fifteen years ago… but I’m short and need a prop to get comfortable; since it cost a lot, I try.)  

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