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Wine is the Key

What I know for sure: A child or a chicken will get sick the day before I leave for a trip. Especially the “getaway” trips. I am most productive when there’s no time for anything. When I have time set aside to work, I find anything else but work to fill that time. I am afraid of very few things, but well-dressed, rich French women are among them. Sometimes I wonder if it’s too early to have that glass of wine. Sometimes I have it anyway. Fish and chips wrapped in newspaper is the food of the Gods. French fries in Amsterdam taste better with mayonnaise. Everything tastes better with bacon. Sometimes all you need is a perfect pair of shoes. You can’t go wrong with leopard print. Writers love reading, but hate writing. We write so we have something to read. My best friends are the ones who read and drink like me. Even better if our kids are friends too. There are few things more frustrating than chickens who hide their eggs. I rarely crave a salad. When I w

Tumbles and Catches

I got a very intriguing e-mail in my inbox today from a retiree living in Arizona who had read Marking Time, enjoyed it, and had found four typos to correct for the next edition. That was all - he didn't include the corrections, just let me know he'd found the mistakes. That was about the most awesome way to get notes I've ever encountered. Not "here's where you screwed up." Just "I found some, let me know if you want them." I e-mailed him back right away and he very thoughtfully provided the location numbers, percentages, and line corrections. They were tiny errors - only two, in fact, that hadn't already been corrected on the final drafts of both print and e-book (which was odd in itself considering he found four), but the extra "it" and the missing "he" are the kinds of things that garner poor reviews and make readers put down books without finishing them. Both of which draw gasps of horror from writers. I'm current