Journal: reunion

Journal: Write about a reunion.

B&B with a cuppa tea

Bed and Breakfasts often leave me feeling as if I paid too much to stay at someone's dilapidated home just to eat a breakfast I don't have to cook.

Not anymore.

We found one that is posh. Downright posh, I tell you. The only reason I left was because my heart tugged in the direction of my toddler. Two Hearts Inn isn't cramped or old. That all-too-familiar musty smell of B&Bs lingered nowhere, and I never wondered if the pipes were up to code. Plus, the bed was comfy, not lumpy like so many of those kitty cat-smelling, Victorian over-decorated alternatives. After breakfast, I strolled down to a park area below my balcony and lounged for hours with a book and my computer.

And that's not even the best part.

Two Hearts Inn is connected to Inspirations Tea Room, which rivals most tea rooms in the country. I've been to Inspirations many times, but this week was the first time I had tea for two with my hubby. It was perfect.

If you plan to be in the Oklahoma City/Edmond area, definitely try out Two Hearts Inn and/or Inspirations Tea Room. You will not be disappointed.

Note: I swear I'm not related to the owners or getting paid. I'm just a fan of good things.

Journal: neighbors

Journal: Write about a neighbor.

DFW, here I come!

It's official. I'm registered.

Last year, several of my Inklings discussed attending the DFW Writing Conference, but, for reasons I can't recall right now, we didn't. However, three of us look forward to attending this year. The line up of speakers looks great, and I'm really excited about meeting some of the agents.

I need to polish my novel until it sparkles.

Journal: on the road again

I've been zipping along highways a lot lately. Since moving to a small town, I don't have much of a commute anymore. I'd forgotten how calming it can be. The time a commute allows to get my mind in order and relax is something I miss.

Journal: What do you think about when you're on the road?

Confession

There was a time when I flung books--good books--across the room while reading them.
I admit hurling
and
and even
and if I could have broken away from reading it, I may have thrown
And then I see an upcoming book like
and there's nothing to get my hands on.

Why am I bothered? Because elements of these books remind me of my own work. And these books are good. These books have sequels. And movie deals. Why would anyone want to read mine?

Then, one day, I stopped getting in a tizzy. If I have similarities with all of these books, then that means I'm tapped into a market that's ready for them, right?

Oh, yeah.

Journal: shoes

I tried and tried to get the little man to wear Sesame Street shoes for a family pic last month. No such luck.

However, the next morning he woke up and wanted to wear them to school.

Journal: Write about shoes.