Feeling alienated?
Driving friends & fam nuts because you’re so caught up in your fantasies that reality is nothing more than a heavy gravity hole?
THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.
Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.
Here’s our latest visit to the weekly Nielsen Top 10 site, loaded with absolutely free info for whomever wants and/or needs it. Which is you, of course. Have a sneak peek:
…Let’s talk about death!
To be precise:
When A Self-Published Author Dies What Happens To Their Books?
Just read a blog post by a writer yrs.truly mightily respects, and his closing paragraph, in answer to a TV writing question, began with a now all-too-familiar phrase:
“At the end of the day….”
Yer Friendly Neighborhood Munchikins sees it all the time. Over and over and over. Such and such or so and so is the best thing since the last best thing “at the end of the day.”