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You know that part I love in “Finding Nemo” where Dory sings “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…”? That. I’m in the “Just keep writing” phase. And that means something different to me on different days. Some days, it means, “Please don’t forsake this hobby altogether and take up quilting. That was an expensive mistake

Okay, kids. I think we’re making progress here. I actually feel like I am starting to know what I’m doing. (*sigh of relief*) And here’s some fun: I’m going to play at The Purple Cow Bookstore in Tooele (that’s Too-ill-uh, for the non-initiate) UT on Saturday afternoon. They’re doing a great event, Kids Love Authors.

So here I sit, on the computer but not writing (for shame!) to try to fix a few of the issues this new blog contains. For instance, I don’t know how to reply to your comments, but I believe I can do it (at some undisclosed point in the future). Also, there’s that thing about

Here we are at my new home. Pretty clean, right? Somehow not really like my actual home. But I love it. Husband did lots of the science-y parts, and now it’s up to me to make it, um, interesting. So as I try to figure out where things go and how they work, I’ll also,

We’re working on BeccaWilhite.com. I know, right? Everyone is as excited about this as I am (and as Husband is – he’s providing all the beauteous photos). So what that means is that I have to learn something new. Darn it. I’m transferring to WordPress (because… I don’t know why. I just have to, so

Do you have a favorite book you’ve EVER read? One that you remember with some deep emotion, or come back to over and over? (Or am I the only re-reader around here?) I was thinking about some of my favorites, and that there are a bunch of books I’ve read many times. Let’s say Five

A friend Becky* once said, “I can’t see myself eating a cube of butter**. Or a bag of marshmallows***. Or six cups of Rice Krispies****. So why can’t I keep my hands out of the pan when I make Rice Krispies Treats?” The sum, Becky is greater than all the parts. So much greater. *

Hurry! Hurry! There’s a connection! I’m staying at one of the nicest hotel/resorts I’ve ever been to, but internet is not their top priority. You’d think this would lead to much writing time, wouldn’t you? In fact, it just leads to me trying, over and over again, to get a connection. (*sigh*) But I’m here