It’s One of Those Weird Rambling Types of Days…

I’m supposed to write a blog today. If I don’t do it now, it will be late, and I don’t think I’ve been late yet. Although I try to post by Saturday afternoon, as long as it gets posted by Sunday evening, all is well. Looks like I may just be rambling for this week. Brian headed off for a six week stay in Ireland on April 19, so I’m on my own, which mostly means not cleaning up after myself and not eating right. Someone said “Oh, your husband’s gone – you won’t have to cook!” I explained that …

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When life gives you lemons – learn to juggle!

Life has a habit of throwing lemons at me. It has done so many times. The most recent was about a year and a half ago. At work, I was assigned to work in the kitchen on a regular basis – no longer in the classroom! What? I went through all the stages of grief over the first weekend. I cried. I railed against the world. Why was this happening to me? I know I have physical problems. I can’t pick up the children. I can’t stand for very long, and I definitely can’t sit in those tiny chairs the kids …

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Patricia Newman, SCBWI – As Promised

(Random photo of Brian and Critters) I’m beginning to recover from conferences, plays, illnesses and other mayhem. Here’s the information for the last presenter at the conference. It’s shorter than what my blog likes, but my blog is not my mother and can’t tell me what to do. Patricia Newman is the author of many non-fiction books for children and her session, Staying Relevant: Life after Publication, was indeed, the most relevant for me. Rather than a handout, Ms. Newman created a webpage with a wealth of helpful resources, including samples of press kits, author visit brochures, performance contracts, and …

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Do dreams change from age ten to age sixty-five?

When I was in the Fourth Grade at Howard Elementary School in Madera, California, our assignment was to draw our dream home. While everyone else was drawing castles and mansions, and huge ranch houses with all the modern conveniences, I drew a little thatched cottage with red roses growing around the door. The interesting thing is that fifty six years later,  my idea of the perfect home hasn’t changed much. It doesn’t need to be thatched, and I’ve added a porch with a rocking chair – very important ingredients for a happy life. And of course there needs to be …

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FREE! It’s free! Did I mention FREE?

It’s a raffle! “There’s nothing to do” is a phrase never spoken by Rissa and her sister, Steph. Curiosity and imagination are the name of the game for these two girls as they romp through the day and into the night, chasing cows, dragons, and aliens. If you would like to win a FREE copy of my latest book, COWBOY GIRLS, all you have to do is sign up on my blog with your email address. If you’re a winner, I’ll even pay the postage – anywhere in the world! All names will go into a box and I’ll pick …

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THE SAND DWELLER: Humans and Demons, and Battles Oh My!

I walked into the Clovis Book Barn and said to Derrick, “I need a book. Do you have any here?” He looked around and said, “Yes, I think we might have one or two.” (For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Book Barn, it’s two stories of books, books, and more books. And then there are some books, too. Not to mention that they have a warehouse somewhere that’s full of – BOOKS!) I said, “What do you recommend?” Without skipping a beat, he picked up a book on display in front of the register and said, “Here, …

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Adventures on the Road to Nowhere

Storytelling adventures don’t always happen during the performance. Sometimes… Sometimes there are circumstances beyond our control leading up to the aforementioned performance. When I was a hippie up in Oregon, (I love that line. I use it a lot) I had a wonderful little car I called The Toad. She was not pleasant to look at, but she got me to where I was going… most of the time. I lived in Eugene in the Willamette Valley. I had a performance to go to in Coos Bay,  117 miles away on the coast. I wasn’t too sure The Toad would …

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