burp

Try as I might, I can't get anyone to congratulate me for finishing my novel, or at least give me as atta girl. (Or finding an acceptable title for this stupid blog) No wonder I think I'm all alone.



Now, pack for Tucson!

Don't panic! Nobody faint!

Except for straightening out what I know about the Hohokam, padding the word count a bit . . . . . . I may have written a novel! Called Snaketown.

Wow!

I come here because I need to hug myself more. Dare I say it? I may finish Snaketown in time for the Hillerman contest.

If I don't, there will be a depression I won't survive.

So this is yet another test: ow much do I want to survive?

Happy May

A pretty pink for ya! Watching JURASSIC Park III. I like it, no pretense just carnage. Sam O'Neill was cuter when younger and if I had been in that group, I would have slit Tea Leoni's neck at her first scream. Très annoying! Still can't best the jerk in the port-a-potty. Classic!

SNAKETOWN is going great. I just have to FOCUS! I know everything that happens! It's all outlined! I have to finish the novel before I can go back and edit. I'm excited. I hope I have enough time!