tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55349877336814451212024-03-13T20:14:26.595-04:00Liz's BlogLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-36985038748241642812015-09-09T15:50:00.002-04:002015-09-09T15:50:41.607-04:00Love Is Blind <br />
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If love is really blind, at what point do the blinders come off? I remember a time—not that long ago—when Tom would buy me terrific, thoughtful gifts that displayed his romantic side. He would give me jewelry and sexy lingerie for my birthdays, anniversaries, and other special occasions. Besides the thoughtful gifts he always would take me to a nice restaurant for a quiet, romantic, candle-lit dinner. The restaurants were unique, with fireplaces, scenic views, and patios where we would watch the sun set. <br />
Now my special gifts and romantic dinners are replaced by gifts for his convenience. For our anniversary, he gave me a meat grinder so I can grind up bologna and make him sandwich spread for his sandwiches. He gave me a self-propelled lawn mower so I would stop complaining about pushing the mower while he golfed. One anniversary he gave me a necklace that actually turned my neck green! The anniversary gift I shall always treasure is the old telephone pole insulators that he found discarded in a field. For many birthdays he gave me grocery bags full of zucchini, peppers, tomatoes, and corn that were the overflow from the gardens of his friends from work. I am so lucky to have been born at harvest time! One Christmas he gave me a centerpiece from his work’s Christmas party. He was one of the last to leave the party. The clean-up crew asked him if he wanted the centerpiece since they were just going to throw the decorations away. When he came home he said, “Merry Christmas” and handed me the centerpiece. Last Christmas he gave me a pocket calendar from the credit union. Other gifts that he has given me include deer meat, canned peppers, and ten pounds of nuts. The big problem with these gifts is that I hate deer meat and canned peppers—and he ate all of the nuts! <br />
Whenever I ask Tom if he loves me, he zaps me with a little Lally Logic sarcasm, “I’m here, ain’t I?” At weddings or parties where there is dancing, his favorite thing to say to me is, “Do you want to dance?” I always say, “Okay.” Then he says, “Go ahead,” and laughs obnoxiously. I ask Tom, “Why don’t you spend more time with me?” He says, “You don’t play golf or do any of the things I like to do.” <br />
I never understood why some couples who had been married for a while ended up sleeping in separate beds. However, now I am beginning to understand why they sleep in separate beds, rooms, houses, towns, states, countries, and even different continents. Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-45159528217967749012014-02-23T14:09:00.002-05:002014-02-23T14:12:33.245-05:00Writing The Next Book
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am ready to start writing my next book. Writing is what I like the best. The
first step to writing is collecting all the scraps of paper and napkins I wrote
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-53575823898043552812014-02-17T09:12:00.000-05:002014-02-17T09:13:02.343-05:00The Cartoon Characters at the Glen
Just a little excitement on our relaxing get-a-way.<br />
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next summer, Tom and I planned a trip to the Finger Lakes in New York for our
little weekend getaway to relax without the children. Tom was excited about the
trip, saying, “I always wanted to go there. It’s nice and peaceful and not too
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first thing we did when we arrived was go on a boat tour to learn the history
of the Finger Lakes. The next day we drove to a Glen where water roared down
the mountain. We climbed a massive amount of steps to the top. While climbing,
we occasionally stopped and wandered off the path. In certain areas people walked
across the Glen and sat on the cliffs. Some of the places we went I didn’t feel
too safe, but Tom said with some of his adventure logic, “If it was dangerous
it would be roped off and they wouldn’t let us walk around here.” A couple of
times we slipped on the rocks. There were many small pools of water where
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were really tired after that hike up and down the Glen so we went back to our
motel and rested. Later we went to dinner and then to the lounge for a glass of
wine before retiring for the night. While I was sipping on my wine, the local news
caught my attention, “A tourist drowned in the Glen earlier in the day.” It was
in the exact area where Tom and I were hiking earlier. Everyone in the lounge
was shocked. The bartender informed us, “The Glen is very dangerous with the
steep, slippery cliffs and the deep water in some areas. Every summer at least
three tourists drown.” I relived our day and was terrified of what could have
happened to us if we would have lost our footing on the slippery rocks. After a
while we regained our senses and started to relax again. Then a woman at the
bar started choking and was grasping for her breath. Her loving husband was
sitting beside her. He just sat there sipping his beer. Everyone was looking
her way, concerned. Someone shouted, “Your wife is choking! Help her!” The
husband answered, “Oh, it is just ice. It will melt before she dies.” He sat
unconcerned and continued drinking his beer. Our relaxing vacation ended with a
little drama.<o:p></o:p></div>
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-43156733394900280312014-02-16T09:44:00.000-05:002014-02-16T09:46:45.826-05:00My IrishmanI feel so <em>lucky</em> I married a 100% Irishman!!! Here is a true Irish Joke!!! <br />
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takes such pride in the fact that he is 100% Irish and is always referring to
it. He is impossible and obnoxious on St. Patrick’s Day. He spends the day at a
local tavern drinking green beer dressed like his version of a leprechaun along
with his Irish buddies and the want-to-be Irish for the day. He calls himself a
thoroughbred and me a Mongrel since I am a mixture of a few nationalities. He considers
himself superior to me; however, he continually proves himself wrong. For
instance, one time he moved the refrigerator out so he could work on the back
wall before the painter came. He kept tripping on the cord when he went to get
a tool or whatever. The Mongrel was enjoying the Irishman’s problem. However,
she didn’t want the cord to be pulled out of the back of the fridge when he
tripped so she pushed the refrigerator over a little so the Irishman wouldn’t
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you just picture the comic strip or hear the joke? How many times does an
Irishman trip over a cord to the refrigerator that he moved out so he could fix
the back wall? Once, “Wow!! I almost killed myself.” Twice, “What the heck?” Third
time, “Holy cow!” Fourth time, “How in the world, I almost fell.” Now the
Mongrel moves the refrigerator a little and solves the Irishman’s problem. Tell
me again who is superior!<o:p></o:p>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-3635191305227975932014-02-14T13:21:00.000-05:002014-02-14T13:21:11.678-05:00Here is a page from my latest book "Noooo! I'm Not a Cartoon Character" it's a story about a Valentine's Day planned by the Cartoon Character. <br />
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continues to refer to himself as a caring romantic; a few days before
Valentine’s Day, Tom announced, “I’ll make the supreme sacrifice and spend the
day with you on Valentine’s Day. We will start off the day at our favorite
coffee shop. Then I’ll take you to the movies and then to our favorite tavern
for a pizza.” I thought, “What is this? Is he finally realizing what the word
romantic means?” I should have been suspicious, but again my heart got in the
way of common sense. On Valentine’s Day, we headed for the coffee shop and
enjoyed our brew and a bagel. Then we headed down the street to the movies. On
the way to the movies I saw a sign in front of a floral shop that read, “A
Dozen Roses $19.99.” I thought, “What type of women get a dozen roses for
Valentine’s Day? Certainly not me! What type of man buys their woman roses for
Valentine’s Day; certainly not my man!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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movie was hilarious; we laughed out loud and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
After the movie he took me to our favorite tavern where the waiter gave me a
red carnation and wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. We ordered our pizza and a
friend bought us a round of drinks. After a while another friend came over and
said to Tom, “Can I buy you a drink? I left the house a couple of hours ago
with this $20.00 bill and I haven’t spent it yet. Every time my glass gets low,
someone buys me a drink.” Tom said, “I know what you mean. I started the day at
the coffee shop and got a free bagel. Then I took my wife to the movies and we
got in free. They have a policy at the Cinema that firemen and their guest get
in free. Monday is free popcorn day and today is Monday. They just gave my wife
a red carnation. I ordered a pizza and today it’s on special for $5.00. As soon
as I sat down my buddy over there bought Liz and me a drink. I ordered another
drink and it was happy hour. I put a dollar in the lotto machine and won
fifteen dollars.” Wow! Again he deleted the romance from our day. I wonder why
he is frugal when it comes to me and is such a spendthrift when it comes to his
gadgets. And just why is he so happy and bragging about the fact he took his
wife out for Valentine’s Day for practically nothing. My frugal side agreed
with him, but somehow I got this uneasy feeling that something was missing.
Especially since Tom doesn’t have a frugal side. I couldn’t quite put my finger
on it. Tom just seemed a little too pleased about taking me out on Valentine’s
Day for practically nothing.<o:p></o:p><br />
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The book signing was very exciting. It is always interesting to talk to other authors and hear about their inspirations and experiences of writing a book. It always amazes me how small the world is because everywhere we go there are people we know. One of the authors was a fellow Tom golfed with a few years ago. A special thanks to family and friends who came and supported the "Cartoon Characters."Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-9030021796927163552013-11-01T10:16:00.001-04:002013-11-01T10:16:39.185-04:00It's a good thing I always carry copies of my books with me wherever I go because for the past few weeks people have been approaching me for a copy of my book. Jess's, Thelma's, High Street, Home Depot, and various parking lots are just a few of the places I have been approached. A couple friends came to my house for my book and one friend actually left without the book. I guess we got so involved with our conversation we forgot why she came over. Tomorrow I will be at Leana's Books & More at the Shenango Valley Mall for a Book Signing from 11am to 2pm. There will also be four other local authors and I look forward to meeting them and buying a signed copy of their books. Who knows maybe some day one of us will become famous and I will have a signed copy of their book.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-87997331832778339542013-10-29T10:13:00.001-04:002013-10-29T10:13:38.820-04:00Being recognized as an "Author."The fun part of marketing my book is being recognized as author Liz. When I took my 8 books to the post office to ship to Texas the postal clerk recognized me and said, "Hi Liz, are these more books to ship out?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Your last book was really funny. I can't wait to read this one. I am going on vacation and I will read it then." However when I took my book to ship to Michigan, the clerk said, "What's this a book?" I said, "Yes, don't you recognize me? I'm the famous author Liz Lally." He just looked at me and said, "I don't read books." Oh well I guess everyone doesn't know me in this small town.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-36471642634451116652013-10-27T17:43:00.001-04:002013-10-27T17:43:34.633-04:00The "Ripple Effecr"I sent 8 books to Texas last week and just got an order for a book from Michigan and New York. I refer to my book selling experience as the "Ripple Effect." I tell my relatives and friends to spread the word and cause a "Ripple" around the "Universe."Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-40727728210065881142013-10-25T13:53:00.002-04:002013-10-25T13:53:33.365-04:00Marketing Phase of PublishingI have been busy with the next phase of publishing a book. I am now marketing my book. I have had a couple of book signings. My next book signing will be at the Shenango Valley Mall in Hermitage on Saturday November 2nd, from 11am to 2pm. There will be four other local authors there. I hope this will create a bigger "Ripple" in my book selling experience. I feel that now my "Ripple is in a <em>Stream</em> my goal is to create a ripple in the OCEAN!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-71830698263447651102013-10-05T13:11:00.000-04:002013-10-05T13:11:16.687-04:00The Premiere Book Signing was very relaxed and enjoyable because we had time to visit with our friends. The best was while talking to Tony and Mary we discovered that when they went to Presque Isle they took a tour on a Segway. Presque is my favorite beach where I like to hang out and write and read. Nearby there is also a great motel with a relaxing pool and lounge. Down the street is a casino where I rid myself of some change in the hopes of becomming a millionare. Next time the Cartoon Characters go to Erie we are looking foreward to touring the Isle on the Segway. I need some more stories for my next book.<br />
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-20428021200419832342013-10-01T12:51:00.000-04:002013-10-01T12:51:05.784-04:00My books finally arrived and my mother-in-law was the first one to read "Nooo! I'm not a Cartoon Character." I heard she chuckled through most of the book. She must have approved of my stories because she presented me with a gift at my Premiere Book Signing that I will "<em>treasure forever</em>." The gift was Doves that she gave to her mother many years ago. You have to read my book to understand the story of the "<em>Doves</em><br />
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Texas: Mike, sports editor of the Dallas Morning News, <br />
finished editing the last 11 pages of my book. Maureen <br />
is rushing to the Post Office to mail the pages to Pennsylvania.<br />
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Pennsylvania: The final editing of the pages of my <br />
manuscript is complete except for the 11 pages in Texas.<br />
When the 11 pages arrive from Texas, I will complete <br />
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Pennsylvania: The progress of the cover. From head <br />
to computer to head again for more creativeness.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-91004218314953942672013-07-09T12:30:00.001-04:002013-07-09T12:36:53.916-04:00I Have People!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Texas: Mike is Editing the last 11 pages of my Book. </div>
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Pennsylvania: Last Editing. Editing Chapter One again.One more</div>
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Pennsylvania: From Head to Computer. The Cover is Finally<br />
out of Tom's Head and in the Computer.</div>
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-34585766109332564402013-07-03T12:10:00.002-04:002013-07-03T12:10:35.611-04:00Progress of new book.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am done with my part of writing my book. I again encouraged Tom to show me something of the cover he has been working on for the last 6 months. He went into his computer room and when I went to check on the progress: Here is Tom!!! I asked him, "What are you doing?" He said, "I am working on your cover." I said, "Where is the cover?" He said, "It's all in my head." I said, "I can't see inside your head. Put something on paper so I can see it."<br />
<br />Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-68441397285083529202013-06-26T08:45:00.001-04:002013-06-26T08:45:54.057-04:00Enought about black and white colors. I have always been drawn to shades of brown, green, and blues. However, for this cover I have been considering a purple background and yellow letters. I can't come to a final decision so I thought I would go to the book store and see if any colors stand out. Just before I left I told Tom I have come to a decision, the background is going to be yellow and the letters red unless I find some color more appealing at the bookstore.<br />
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After going up and down many the aisles a book caught my eye. The colors are yellow and red, Tom's name and my maiden name Wolfe. This has to be a sign. What I don't know. Of course I had to buy the book. I tried to read it to find a clue, however, I don't think it's his best writing. Some others tried to read it and couldn't get past the first few pages. There just has to be a reason I was drawn to yellow and red before I left for the book store and this book was sitting on the shelf with our names on it in bright red letters<br />
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A scene from my upcoming book where I sit pondering about which shade of white to paint my kitchen and living room. I am a victim of this multi-color era.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-2005330154387622472013-06-21T09:37:00.002-04:002013-06-21T09:37:44.782-04:00
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Can't seem to decide on a color for the cover of my book. <br />
There are just too many colors. Here is a story from my book concerning black and white.<br />
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One Saturday
afternoon, Tom asked, “Will you pick me up a quart of white and a quart of
black outdoor paint when you are out shopping today? I want to paint the porch
railing and the posts.” I dropped everything and rushed to the store! I didn’t
even change my clothes or comb my hair. It was early spring, so I had to get
back quickly with that paint before those infamous birds started chirping and put
him under their spell.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I arrived at
the hardware store, I looked up and down all the paint aisles and couldn’t find
the white or the black paint. I went over to the clerk who was mixing paint. He
was very busy. There were many customers waiting with their paint chips. I
patiently waited for a chance to ask him to point me in the direction of the
paint I needed. While I was waiting, I thought, “I’m so glad I’m not getting
paint that needs mixing. I have to get home with the paint before the mood
leaves Tom.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, the clerk
came near me and I said, “Excuse me, could you please point me in the direction
of the white outdoor paint. He said, “It has to be mixed.” I said, “No, I want
white paint.” He said, “It has to be mixed.” I said, “You mix white paint?” He
said, “Yes.” I said, “What about black?” He said, “It needs to be mixed also.”
So I got in the long line of people waiting to get their paint mixed wondering
how in the world they would mix white, and exactly what colors are used to make
it. As I watched him mix the colors of purple, turquoise, pink, and chartreuse,
I felt a little silly waiting for white and black. I was sure he was mistaken
and my paint was over on a shelf somewhere. The whole time I waited in line not
one person ordered white or black paint. The longer I waited in line, the more anxious
I got because I knew that Tom was doomed to fall under the spell of those
chirping birds any minute. I just had to get this paint home before that
happened. Finally it was my turn and the clerk said, “May I help you?” I said, “I
want a quart of white latex outdoor paint.” He asked, “What shade of white?” I
said, “White.” He said, “What shade of white?” I said, “Well, do you know white?
I want white!” He again asked, “What shade of white?” I said, “You know ‘off
white’ and ‘white’? Well, I want white!” He said, “Then you must want White White.”
I said, “Yes, I want white!” He left and got a can from a shelf and put it on a
computerized machine and pushed some buttons and waited a while. When the
machine stopped he brought me my mixed white paint to inspect—sure enough, it
was white. I said, “Okay.” He put the lid on and put it on another machine and
asked me if I wanted anything else I said, “I want a quart of black latex
outdoor paint.” So he asked, “What shade of black?” I said, “Black!” He said, “What
shade of black?” I said, “Black—just black plain black, black!” He said, “Black
is hard to mix. It’s difficult to get the right color mixture.” I said, “Just
black!” He left and got a can from a shelf again and put it on the computer
machine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before he pushed
the buttons to mix my black paint, he went over to the mixer and handed me my
white paint. As I started to put the quart of paint into my cart the lid flew
into the air and the White White paint splattered all over my hand, shoe, purse,
and the cart. I shouted to the clerk, “Yo! You must have made this White White paint
too bright bright because the lid flew off and the paint splattered everywhere!
He immediately got some cleaner and started to clean the floor and counter. I
said, “Ah, excuse me, but could I have some cleaner for my hand here?” He said,
“Oh.” After he cleaned the floor and counter and I cleaned myself, he mixed my
black paint and then another quart of White White paint. This experience was
definitely a conspiracy! Mixing white and black paint—I never heard of such a
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When I finally got
home, I was surprised to see that Tom was still ready to paint the railing. He opened
the black quart of paint only to find that it was dark brown! He couldn’t use
it because it would clash with the black shutters and trim. So, I told Tom, “Start
painting the white posts while I take the paint and exchange it.” He said, “I
can’t paint the posts white until I paint the railing black.” I didn’t ask why
because I was not in the mood for Lally Logic. Then he said, “Besides, you can’t
take mixed paint back.” I said, “Watch me!” Now I was angry! I had already
spent more time on purchasing this paint than it would have taken Tom to paint
the whole porch. I could feel those birds watching Tom’s every move, and I knew
that they would start chirping their spell over him at any minute, so I had
only a short time to exchange the paint. Off I went. I went directly to the
service department. I was firm but polite when I explained the whole situation.
The lady simply took the dark brown paint and said, “Go to the paint department
and get your black paint and come back here for an even exchange.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a
different person in the paint department, and when he asked, “What color do you
want?” a part of me expected him to point me in the direction of white and
black paint on the shelf when I said, “Black.” But he went to a shelf and took
off a can and put it on the computer and pushed some buttons and mixed the
black paint. While he was mixing my black paint, I glanced behind me and there
was a color sample section with all of the different shades of red, blue, green,
yellow, purple, and any color you could think of. I was shocked when I saw a
display of the shades of white! There were one hundred and forty-four shades of
white. I counted each and every one of them! I could not believe my eyes! No
wonder that man kept asking me what shade of white I wanted. The display had
been directly behind me and I hadn’t seen it. I never dreamed this many shades
of white existed. I hope I never get to the point where I need to ponder over
these one hundred and forty-four shades of white when I need more white paint.
If this is a conspiracy to confuse, it worked well, because I am definitely confused.<o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I finally got my black paint and started home. I
thought, “Will he still be in the mood to paint when I get home? It has taken me
four hours to get this quart of black paint. I pulled into the driveway and
there was no sign of Tom. As I got out of the car, I could hear the faint sound
of birds chirping, and, when I walked to the patio, there was Tom sleeping in
his lounge chair, and the birds were chirping in full melody. I knew he was
under their spell for the rest of the season, so I placed the paint on a shelf in
the garage for another year.</span>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-36580768039794266562013-06-18T15:43:00.000-04:002013-06-18T15:43:00.335-04:00Book 2 progress.I made all the corrections from my Editorial Evaluation. I sent in the pictures for the center of the book. Tom is almost ready to send in the cover. I am still deciding on the colors. Mile, my son-in-law, is going over the book for a final editing. I have only four more chapters to edit.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300210907677216193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534987733681445121.post-78345844331292956212013-02-14T18:48:00.001-05:002013-02-14T18:48:38.471-05:00
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I sent my manuscript to my publisher on Wednesday for evaluation.
I hope there aren’t any dangling participles or too many other grammar
mistakes. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tom is working on the Book Cover and I am collecting some
pictures of the humorous stories.</span></div>
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