Back To Work

I finished Miss Aggie Cries Murder just in time to enjoy a visti from my daughter and her family from Louisiana. What a wonderful, exhausting, blessed time. I got to meet my grandson's wife and baby daughter. They're both beautiful. And I had three of my granddaugters spending the night at my house. It was great.

And now it's back to work. This time on my first historical novel, A Girl Like That. I'm enjoying it, but keep thinkin I should murder someone off. arrgghh.

It's been hot here in Missouri, but the past couple of days have been a little cooler. A welcome relief. What do I care? I'm inside with the air conditioner most of the time.I seem to have two blogs connected together and can't figure out how to get my blog posts in the right place, so I have no idea where this one will end up.

That's all for now. Bye.

May Blogging in June

Am I the only one who has trouble remembering to blog? I forgot to blog in May. Here, that is. I did blog on spyglasslane.blogspot.com and I have to say it was a lot of fun. Of course, I was incognito as one of my characters.

I think I'd better work on my blogspot. It's sort of boring.

So...I'm going to skip this May blog and go on to June.

Hmmm, Not Too Bad

It's only been 8 months since my first and only post. I keep forgetting which email account I used and my password. Well, after all, I'm not getting any younger.

I can't believe it's almost Christmas. In fact, I can't believe Thanksgiving has been here and gone. My tree is up and all decked out. Don't you love Christmas? I love everything about the season. The sounds, the sights, the feeling. Most of all, I love Jesus, the reason for the season as they say.

If I forget to blog again for a while, I pray you all have a wonderful, blessed Christmas and may the new year see all your heart's desires come true.

Frances

Day One

I've hesitated to start a blog because I'm a very private person. But it's time to take the plunge. Mainly because just about every writer I know blogs.

Today, I have a lot to do, such as write. After all, that's what a writer is supposed to do, right?

I used to have such a way with words. I'd sit down with my pen and paper and words would flow, beautiful and glorious across the page. Now, I struggle. Maybe because I don't do it enough? Or perhaps because I'm older now? Probably both.

So, I've decided to force myself to blog. Just so I'll have to write something.

Everyone have a great day.

Frances