Published on November 5, 2003
Well, we had an interesting week, to say the least. For the first time ever, we were blessed to be witness to the Aurora borealis! It was one of the most spectacular, beautiful and majestic phenomena we’ve ever seen! I’ve seen pictures of it my entire life, and knew, while growing up, that I’d never see it in Texas. But, after moving to Maine, I somehow assumed I’d see it each year. That wasn’t to be as we’ve been here for three years and haven’t been blessed with this event before now. But, after that large solar storm last week, my neighbor, Rita, called and excitedly said, “I’m outside and you’re missin’ it!”
Published on November 5, 2003
Published on November 5, 2003
“Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s condo we go,” the children sang as they did indeed cross a river and drive through a wooded section to get to my lakeside condo. Two sisters and their cousin often enjoyed Friday night slumber parties with me. To entertain the girls, and to preserve some of their thinking at ages seven, eight and nine, I began writing a book using them as the characters. (They are now 11, 12, and 13.) Soon they wanted to be included in the writing of ‘their’ story.
Published on November 5, 2003
~Becoming a “Correspondent”~
I’ve been a subscriber to your newsletter for quite some time. I was in California writing primarily for local/regional pubs, but we are now in Las Vegas, NV. I’m trying to get some work with local pubs, but the going is slow. I also have a 17 month old at home, so finding time to make contacts, put together clips, etc., is rather difficult.
~Book Proposal Help~
I’ve completed a Biography/Memoir and need to know is where (online, bookstore, library) I can find market statistics on the book sales of similar books and/or competitors?
Published on November 5, 2003
I spring from a long line of farm wives. Pie baking rather than language or communication served as the measure of a woman’s worth in my family. When I felt the tug to do something less domestic, less traditional, support and encouragement evaporated.
Published on October 29, 2003
10. 35 kids in a living room that only seats 6…
Published on October 29, 2003
I’ve posted a notice to the interview requests page twice in the past month and nobody has yet responded. I really need help!
Published on October 29, 2003
Write what I know? Yeah, sure! I’m going to write about running a high-speed slitter in a plastics factory? I’m going to write about operating a gigantic vacuum metallizer? I’m going to write about blowing up three cars in two years while running around the state as a rock-n-roll advertising salesman? I’m going to write about baking bagels in a small bakery?
Published on October 29, 2003
In putting my photographs out into the world, I found that writing went hand-in-hand with it. I had to define who I was and what my art meant. I had to instruct others on how to achieve similar results. Quite frankly, I was thrilled. My dream job would combine writing and photography. I wanted to talk to people about having their picture taken and find out what was important to them. What ensued allowed me to pursue writing and photography as their own entities, sometimes allowing them to combine.
Published on October 22, 2003
Well, after only a few weeks of frequent reminders (Need to potty, Max?! Huh? Huh??) and heaps of praise (“Yea! Big boy Max went potty! Let’s do the potty dance! Yippee! Yahoo!!), Max (age 25 months) is potty trained! He never has accidents on the floor and is very proud of himself each time he “makes potty.” So proud, in fact, that when he does “make potty”, he goes through the entire house, clapping his hands, and telling everyone present (family, friends, and even the UPS guy), “I made potty! I made potty!! Do potty dance!! Do potty dance!!” And, of course, we all dance!
I have to say that Max was, by far, the easiest of all the children to potty train. Shwew! And we’re already counting how much money we’re going to save on diapers! The amount will be significant! Max even insists on removing the little potty bowl himself and dumping it into the Big Boy Toilet (yes, he washes his hands). Yesterday, he made a big boy poopie in his potty and, much to Zach’s horror, carried it into Zach’s room to show Zach and his teenage friends his “Big Boy Poopie.”
Do you know what a toilet tattoo is? It’s what Max gets when he sits on his little potty for an hour while watching cartoons. He sure loves his potty!
Hugs to everybody!
Ang
