Category Archives: Stories of my life

My new book is now available!!!

Posted on November 19, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Double Service… a quaint little murder mystery set in London in World War Two, is now available… just by clicking the link… which is a button cleverly disguised as a picture of the book… over there in my sidebar on the … Continue reading →

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How many books have I self-published so far?

Posted on November 18, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Six? Wait, that seems like one more than last time I checked… let me see what is going on and get back to you… HA!

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Well, I thought I had that new novel I am writing all mapped out in my head… (or); A writer’s conundrum…

Posted on November 15, 2015 by pouringmyartout

So, you know the novel I am working on now… the one called: The Seven Kingdoms… the one I showed you pictures of the piles of notes and plot lines and character description sheets and maps with the little arrows … Continue reading →

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There’s a feeling I get, when I look to the West…

Posted on November 12, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Of course, that might just be because I live in Southern California… And when I look to the West, there are beautiful, white sand beaches and palm trees and the freakin’ Pacific Ocean…

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Help, I’ve fallen into this little screen, and I can’t get up… Wait… That sounds wrong…

Posted on November 12, 2015 by pouringmyartout

We are doing a backup of the computer, so I have to do this post on my iPad… Which I hate… Because I can’t do funny Photoshop pictures… And it all takes longer… Because… First world problems!

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I have some good news… and some bad news… and some more good news… and some more bad news… etc…

Posted on November 8, 2015 by pouringmyartout

I have received the first copy of the murder  mystery set in World War Two London. That is good news. The bad news is that, as usual, there are a few glitches. This time it involves indentation… which is all … Continue reading →

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I am going to ride this crack squirrel right to Famous Author Town!!!

Posted on November 4, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Okay… obviously, this is just a metaphor… I mean, in the first place, the crack squirrels aren’t that big… and there is more than one of them… a lot more… and they live in my head most of the time, helping … Continue reading →

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I am going to quit pretending I am ever going to be a famous writer, and start asking: “Do you want fries with that?”

Posted on November 3, 2015 by pouringmyartout

I am, I have to say, crushed… filled with self-doubt… and also with an anger that I don’t know whether to aim at myself or in a more outward direction. You know the post I did the other day, the one where … Continue reading →

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Those moments when you realize that your kids are growing up… and so are you…

Posted on November 2, 2015 by pouringmyartout

If you are a parent, you have those moments when it suddenly strikes you that your kids are growing up… like that moment when your 16-year-old daughter casually mentions that this common household object… …looks like a uterus… I hadn’t even … Continue reading →

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Some of my ideas are good… (or); Yes, I am smarter than little children…

Posted on November 2, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Back when Mollie was still in elementary school, I used to show up early to pick her up because traffic was so bad. This meant that I spent fifteen or twenty minutes just hanging around and waiting. I did not … Continue reading →

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