Home of the Bellingwood Series – Nammynools
When I was much younger (junior high / high school), my father discovered the Medical Mission Sisters. I suspect he’d known about them for a long time, but he fell in love with some of the simple songs written by Sister Miriam Therese. We sang
Last night after I posted the blog, I sat back and chuckled at myself. There are really a few things that resonate so deeply within me that I will constantly write about them. Now there’s the obvious: Bellingwood, weather, sewing, my family, my cats. That’s
We’re right on the cusp of change. Days too warm and humid to think straight are followed by days of absolutely gorgeous weather. Then we’ll have a couple of ugly days (just to remind us that Iowa is not actually paradise and we have to
These last thirty hours or so have been glorious. Quiet. Restful. Thoughtful. Quiet. My mind has wandered all over the place – on its own. No goal, no writing requirement, no trying to figure out a plot line or decide who is going where. And
I’m taking the day off. Last night at 2 am, I sent the manuscript off to my wonderful beta readers and for the first time in a couple of months, I’m not trying to figure out how to keep Polly out of trouble. That’s not
I feel as if all I’ve done is manage words for the last week. I’ve written a blue million of them (exaggeration) and edited the rest. I’m not finished yet, either, though I have to tell you, I’m about ready to … oh heck, I
I just scheduled the newsletter for tomorrow morning’s delivery. I can hardly wait for you to read it! If you haven’t signed up, you can do so right over there to the right of this post. Of course there’s a vignette … I might have
How many of you saw the article on the study done in Germany with LSD and its effects on language? (Here’s a link). As I read the little synopses about it, I found myself laughing. None of this is new information to those of us
I’m done. I typed the final period and sent Polly off for a pork tenderloin. She deserves it. This book did not want to let me go. I typed over 100,000 words (usually around 90,000) and did that in 30 chapters (usually 27). The last
I understand that last night’s post was rudely interrupted by words. Good heavens, Diane, you are easily distracted. Yep. I’m writing like a mad fiend tonight. The book refuses to end. These silly characters have too much to say and won’t let me shut them
