I suppose when that hashtag phrase is employed it’s meant to convey work on some literary or journalistic enterprise…for me it’s come to mean this: blogging. I had a letter from someone this morning inquiring why people close off access to their websites, make them private, or stop blogging. I…
Tag: It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester
Here it is, you can plant roses in Los Angeles and it looks like this in the Spring: And, they make glorious bouquets, especially the English and Romantica roses: But, come the blazing days of late Summer: And suddenly your roses turn crispy, like crunchy cornflakes, and you have to…
I’m in a reblogging mood! Silver Screenings allowed me to talk with her young writers group (and they certainly won’t be reading my book until they are older) but they are the very embodiment of dedicated writers, it was inspiring spending time with them. Thanks to Silver Screenings for that…
It’s a dreary gray day in Southern California, and then I remembered this interview with one of my favorite bloggers and I thought I’d dust it off and put it front and center… Three cheers for Michael and thanks again for the sparkling conversation!
As you know, I’ve been in Palm Springs. Which I have a kind of atavistic love for… The architecture and the terrain: The coupling of cacti and swimming pools… What I forgot about the desert was the wind. The wind that kicks up out of nowhere, throwing palm fronds to…
…an excerpt of… It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester “There’s a concert grand in the living room. Come on.” Anne followed him happily into a room with a soaring ceiling and low-slung couches; they were a design statement, and even she, small as she was, found them dwarfish…