Dear Friend,
Can you say, “holy hail”? We were pelted by hail of various sizes Friday evening. And the wind! Holy moly I the rain came down in sheets, and it looked like a raging river on my street with the wind pushing the water down it.
Oklahoma desperately needs the rain, but not the hail. I’m sitting here waiting for my roofers to come and check my roof to make sure my shingles are still in tacked. With all the calls I’m sure they got over the weekend, I’m hoping I’m high on their list as I called Friday after the storm blew through.
It’s supposed to be nice all week and then storms again on the weekend. There’s a CROW writer’s meeting in Edmond on Saturday, but I won’t be driving up there if it’s raining. Driving around the OKC area is crazy enough without having to do it in a rain storm.
Thursday evening I conducted a discussion on writing through grief for Literary Conversations at the Chickasha Public Library. I’m not one who writes out speeches, etc., as I give talks like I write – by the seat of my pants. I knew my talking points and then went from there. Those in attendance were very interactive and the discussion was good. I was happy and pleased with it.
Reading the final two entries for the CROW Nest contest. These were the only two on available in KU, so I’m having to read the .pdf file. That’s okay, just limits the device I can read them on.
That’s about it for the past week. I can never thank you enough for continuing to read these snippets into my life as an author. I hope I have not bored you too much with them. 😊 After all, other people's lives are never as glamorous as we may think.
May your ereader or bookshelf overflow with delightful books to read!
Maxine
