Author Archives: Trixie
Coming in at #5 on the top 100 romances is Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander, published in 1991. This was the book Melinda read over the holidays. She put it down a lot – not, she says, because it wasn’t an interesting … Continue reading
Melinda’s been reading the top 100 romances of all time. She spent a lot of time interrupting my lap time to read Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin (#4). She read some, she mumbled some, she got up, she sat … Continue reading
So, Melinda is on a journey to read the top 100 romances – of all time – which is a list updated every year (like she’s going to read through the list before the new one comes out!). She finished … Continue reading
Melinda says you have to get ahead of the curve before winter comes and time gets lost between family activities, the holidays and work. So I’ve been trying to catch up on work before all the birds fly south for … Continue reading
This has been a month of change for me. My boy got married and moved out (without me!). His room is empty. I’ve been at loose ends, trying to figure out what to do with myself, who to bother during … Continue reading
So, I’ve been told life is a series of trade offs. If I wait outside for the fat, laughing blue jay in 100 degree heat, I don’t feel like pouncing on him. But if I wait inside the air conditioned … Continue reading
Call me particular, but I like my kitty life predictable. Up at 4 am for a little neighborhood strut, back inside by 5:30 am for my first breakfast, play a little swipe at the ankles from underneath the bed until … Continue reading
I think my eating schedule is positively fabulous. It allows Melinda to get up every hour or so and stretch her legs. I mean seriously, she could develop arthritis in her hips from sitting all day and thinking. Just look … Continue reading
I hate it when my people are busy. They run about the house like rabbits. Take Melinda. She sits. She writes. She talks to herself about her characters (pretending to talk to me, but I know The Truth). She darts … Continue reading
Sundays are usually wonderful around here. My people sleep late. My people nap. My people don’t disturb me. But not Melinda. Not today. Today she was pounding those little keys like crazy. Kept muttering something about posting and $10 fines. … Continue reading
