Welcome!

Hi, and thanks for finding me! Welcome to my very first blog. I'm a little nervous...but maybe before I bite all my fingernails off I should tell you why I want to blog. Here's one reason...


This is my desk. See how messy it is? I've been writing like crazy lately, and when I'm working really hard sometimes I forget to have fun. It shows as the piles on my desk get higher and higher, and it shows in my writing too. Lately I've been slaving away on my latest work in progress-- push push push-- and my writing was getting wilted and droopy. So I looked at my favorite blogs out there (probably yours--I read it all the time when I should be doing laundry) and you motivated me!
So here I am.
I'm ready for fun.
I write mostly memoir, so of course I love to collect oddities and wonders of life--things that make me want to laugh or shudder or both--things that goose my creative spirit and make me want to write. So I thought I would share them with you. I hope you'll join in and add your two cents!

Now, this is not a wonder of life:

It might be in your house, but it's not in mine. It does not make me want to write. It makes me want to throttle someone. My middle child is a 15 year old boy who comes home from track practice every day and rummages through the kitchen cabinets like a bear, tearing into anything he can find. Notice how he has no respect for the top of the bag. And the embarrassing thing is that this picture was taken just a minute ago when I went to answer the phone. I put that bag away yesterday, so you know what this means? Ben had Doritos for breakfast. Don't tell anyone.

I will try to find a better wonder of the world for tomorrow.

Meanwhile, here's one last picture of who's under my desk when I blog. I thought you should know.

This is Tanner The Slobber Dog. He looks kind of beaten down in this photo, but I assure you he has a healthy will of his own. He sits with me when I write and follows me around every time I get up. Actually, Tanner's quite a good example of a wonder of the world. He once ate half a container of spackling paste, and we had to stand him up on his hind legs and give him doses of hydrogen peroxide until he threw up. It's amazing that he survived, but more amazing that his regurgitated paste set up in the perfect shape of a bunny rabbit. Anyway, he's good company and keeps my feet warm.

Time to get back to work! (Me, not you!)
Please introduce yourself, and thanks for stopping by!