It’s Monday!

Enough said, no one loves Monday! It’s okay with me, it is the second day of my week. Laundry was done yesterday, and today it is smooth sailing.

Today, I plan to get one of my books uploaded and make it live for sale! It is the sequel to Murder on Lake Haverly. I have named it “Options” because it was taken from a true story of my time in the Real Estate Profession. It is not word for word for good reason, the players in this story are alive. I have changed their names and the story has been altered so that none of the players will recognize themselves. One of these days, soon I will post the first chapter.

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My second project is to cut my hair! I usually keep it short, but because of the “you know what” it has been ignored. It will be a major project, because it is hanging over my shoulders and I am tired of waking up with it in my mouth! I have had short hair most of my life, and now I know why. Long hair is a pain in the neck, for me. I can still remember the hair cuts my Mother gave me and the foul smelling permanent wave solution that was saturated on each and every small curler so tightly wound that it is a wonder my hair didn’t fall out! And the terrific tight mass of curly hair that was the result!

Mom, didn’t speak to me for weeks after I allowed a beautician cut my hair in my famous “DA!” Translated into acceptable English it was called “Ducks Tail!” I of course loved it more, because she hated it. I have always been a rebel, and hated those permanents.

My favorite permanent as a consenting adult, was my Afro! We traveled to Bermuda and Jamaica that year and when I stepped off the plane, a smiling man said, “Hey, Mama, I like your hair!” I smiled back and said, “I like yours, too!” He grabbed my baggage and moved me to the head of the line. I’ll tell you more about that trip in another blog with pictures.

Have a great Monday, and stay safe!

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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