On Saturday, I went to a public session on animal communicating led by Karen Wrigley. She worked with a golden retriever that stole the crowd's heart. She talked to several people directly, passing along messages from the pets, living and past over. I found her session uplifting.
Karen has a new book coming out in a few weeks. Called Beyond Woofs and Whinnies, it's full of stories from animals to their humans. Even if you are a sceptic about communicating with animals, I encourage you to get the book. I read the manuscript and found it both entertaining and encouraging. As we say, buy the book, buy the book, buy the book.
Political mewsings, thoughts about life, occasionally snarky comments and cranky ideas from a former angry white chick. And an occasional comment from Mocha the kitty. Cogito ergo sum. Sum ergo cogito. Check out my book, Mad Max Unintended Consequences, on Amazon (http://amzn.to/16wZr4d )
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
'Possoms and 'Coons and Bears, Oh My
With all due apologies for modifying this famous phrase, I ask, what do the three critters in the title in common with writers?
Give up?
We all hibernate in the winter. I love this time of the year. The lake is cold and quiet. Snow birds have driven south. Year-rounders are hunkering down and recovering from the holiday season. The family has left and my husband and I are alone with the calico-with-an-attitude.
Nikki has the right idea. She's tucked in, not to be disturbed until the tree comes down on Twelfth Night. She'll survive, as long as we encourage her sleeping all day. Not a problem.
And what do I have on my plate as a writer?
Finishing a revamp of Max 1 and getting it to be the best book I can write.
Sending the revamped book out to agents.
Seeing the book in print (or under an agent's guidance) before the end of the year.
That's enough for now.
Give up?
We all hibernate in the winter. I love this time of the year. The lake is cold and quiet. Snow birds have driven south. Year-rounders are hunkering down and recovering from the holiday season. The family has left and my husband and I are alone with the calico-with-an-attitude.
Nikki has the right idea. She's tucked in, not to be disturbed until the tree comes down on Twelfth Night. She'll survive, as long as we encourage her sleeping all day. Not a problem.
And what do I have on my plate as a writer?
That's enough for now.
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