If the dinosaurs only knew how popular they have become today.

I managed to get a day off during the week to take care of my iPhone camera that went bust.  Good thing for Apple Care, right?  While I was waiting for it to be fixed, I walked around the mall looking at different things.  One of my favorite stores to browse is Papyrus, a greeting card store, that has other items to buy.  I decided not to buy anymore greeting cards.  I already have three boxes.  My eyes definitely spotted the Father’s Day display table although these bad boys will not be going to my dad.  They will be sitting with my collection of mugs longer than they should before I use them.


I wanted to be an archeologist at one point in my life.  I’m glad that desire ended.  I tend to have patience most of the time, but there’s a lot needed during excavations.  There’s also a lot of bones in a dinosaur skeleton as paleontology is on a similar playing field.  I’m not sure if my skills or tenacity would carry me through to the end.  A person would really need to be excited, and my excitement these days only goes so far as picking up these mugs to admire their coolness.


I included some good old biology in case you forgot what you learned in school a long time ago.  I wouldn’t mind reading some books about the variation of dinosaurs, and there certainly is plenty to last me for a while.   I’m curious to know after some research what I will decide to be my favorite or maybe top five or ten dinosaurs.   It will probably be included in a future blog, but in the meantime, I will rejoice as one more day until the weekend although I work on Saturday.

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Three Steps to Prioritizing Your Writing

A Writer's Path

by Monique Hall

When I sat down to write this blog entry, it was going to have a different title. I started listing all the reasons why it’s been nine months since my last post, why I failed to cling on to the enthusiastic optimism I found at last year’s RWA conference and why I have not achieved even a tiny portion of the goals I set for myself.

And then I hit the delete key because I’m sick of listening to my own excuses, so why on earth would I want to bore you with them all. We all have shit going on and I need to get over myself. We both know it.

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