Fio had become so involved with writing romances lately that she hadn't been reading any, which was a mistake, one that is currently being rectified while she sweats out the retrieval of her accidentally-deleted work-in-progress. Her book of choice was a vintage Linda Howard, McKenzie's Mountain. The story line involves love, suspense, action, and mystery, and, most important to Fiorella, the ending is happy. Fio strongly recommends it.
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Monday, July 18, 2016
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Jungle Drums
Fiorella gets a kick out of harvesting rocks in the wildwoods. It makes her feel good because she's using the resources at hand and is thus not only self-sufficient and eco-thrifty but--well--cheap.
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There's something exciting about owning a parcel of virgin woodland. Husband and Fiorella have lived on their five and one-third acres of jungle for twelve years and still don't know it all. While Fio was scouting for rocks recently, she discovered an area in the south woods where an eight-foot wide circle had been cleared at some time in the past. The remains of a fire circle sat in the middle of clearing, and to the side was a crushed beer can. Probably not a BSA encampment.
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Fiorella has written about the south woods a lot lately because it's a terra incognita that she has just lately been able to explore because the major yard areas have finally been tamed by a wonderful man named Fernando. God bless him.
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There's something exciting about owning a parcel of virgin woodland. Husband and Fiorella have lived on their five and one-third acres of jungle for twelve years and still don't know it all. While Fio was scouting for rocks recently, she discovered an area in the south woods where an eight-foot wide circle had been cleared at some time in the past. The remains of a fire circle sat in the middle of clearing, and to the side was a crushed beer can. Probably not a BSA encampment.
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Fiorella has written about the south woods a lot lately because it's a terra incognita that she has just lately been able to explore because the major yard areas have finally been tamed by a wonderful man named Fernando. God bless him.
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Thursday, April 23, 2015
Guilt Rides My Back
Fiorella had a horrible guilt dream last night, that she'd mislaid the disabled daughter of a friend whom she'd volunteered to care for. Suddenly realizing what she had done, Fio wanted to return the child--if she was still alive--to her mother without being caught because your ignoble reporter didn't want to go to jail for the crime, which was a memory lapse, and interrupt her graduate studies.
Now, (1) Fio's graduate studies are a l-o-n-g way in the past, and (2) she's never been responsible for a disabled child. Why the dream? Sheer guilt? What/whom did the disabled child represent? One of Fio's half-finished novels--is Lolly calling her back? One of the many projects that Fio's started around the house? That baby she miscarried years ago?
Fio ponders.
Now, (1) Fio's graduate studies are a l-o-n-g way in the past, and (2) she's never been responsible for a disabled child. Why the dream? Sheer guilt? What/whom did the disabled child represent? One of Fio's half-finished novels--is Lolly calling her back? One of the many projects that Fio's started around the house? That baby she miscarried years ago?
Fio ponders.
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