wherein the author bores herself.


The view from my office is not exactly inspirational, but it will do as a place to get things done - mostly in the form of transcribing notes that I've jotted down at every stoplight I come to.

What part of the brain is it that comes alive when I am driving on autopilot and listening to the same well-worn playlist on my ancient I-pod? It makes me long for the days of 1.55 per gallon gas. Then I was preoccupied with bitchin' about that too.

I haven't been walking as much as I want to. It's getting very hot earlier in the day here and the pool is final warm enough to get into.

It's time for a change of routine. I'm dragging my feet over writing key scenes - the ones of heavy conflict, murder and mayhem. A change of scenery would be welcome, but not likely to happen anytime soon.


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  1. AnonymousJune 10, 2015 at 5:40 PM

    do you ever write in the library? I used to more, kinda hard now with the dog.

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    1. Deb LacativaJune 10, 2015 at 7:42 PM

      Not anymore...everyone there is either using a computer or talking on a cell phone like they were in the grocery store.

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