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, , , becca November 10, 2009

Post # 250. No Kidding.

In honor of the fact that this is my 250th post, I am absolutely not going to tell you 250 possibly interesting (or possibly not) things. I am not going to give away 250 random items I have sitting around my house. I am not going to spam 250 people and ask them to read
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, , becca November 9, 2009

Fighting Style

I’ve been writing a fight – not physical, and not even an argument. It’s a silent avoidance, and sometimes those can be the most painful. Someone is keeping a secret. Someone else makes (totally incorrect) assumptions. Everyone feels bad, bad. Are you a confronter? Or an avoider? What about the people in your house? Same
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, becca November 7, 2009

Together Again

Husband flew home through the night. He’s been on a work trip to Hawaii. Before you get too disgusted, you should know that he didn’t even get in the water once. He worked his tail off (even though “work” has a little different connotation when you’re a filmmaker – he had to do some location
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becca November 6, 2009

Seen Around Town

A person who would leave the house like this: must have either very high self-esteem, or none at all. Is there a third option? (the turban is covering curlers for the Play tonight. Made from a very pretty scarf Husband bought in Ecuador last fall.)
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, , , becca November 5, 2009

Who Knew?

Blog O’ Random, coming at you. * Bathrooms don’t actually clean themselves. However, the amount of time you spend in your house in inversely proportional to the number of times someone says, “Hey, what’s that smell?” * 2500 words in a day is a lot to write. But dialog makes those words come faster. *
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, , becca November 3, 2009

Mom Memories

I made my mom’s carrot casserole for dinner last night. I came close to crying. It’s seldom that missing my mom feels so direct. And it almost always surprises me. Like when my youngest (step)brother took pictures of his precious family at my mom’s gravestone in Indiana. This sweet brother and his wife, neither of
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, , , becca November 3, 2009

Good Morning

It is. A good morning, I mean. One thousand words down pre-Kid-wake-up. Plus some research. And do you know what I am finding? In that research? That symptoms of just about any disease or emotional disorder or abuse can be confused with all the others. Which is good for purposes of this novel, but tricky
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, becca November 2, 2009

Word Count Update -UPDATED

I hit about 800 words before kids are up this morning. Be back later… Okay, ’tis later. I’m back. With happiness: 2550 words today! And it’s not yet 10:30 in the morning! At this point I need to celebrate. And eat something. And probably get out of this chair.
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