Mmmmmmm. Treats. I love treats.

You all must check out these delicious treats. Oh boy, yummy. I would suggest you not enter the contest, but that wouldn't be very nice, so I'll just say, go look at them. You may want to go get a small towel to catch the drool.

A flute playing beatboxer? Really?

Some people amaze me. Check it out.

Spinning Wheels Go Round and Round

Do you ever feel like you are moving, but going nowhere?

Three times a week I go to a spinning class at the gym. I sit on a stationary bike and pedal for an hour. The instructor paints pictures in our heads of open roads and 16% grade hills, of drafting and then passing another cyclist, but at the end of the class, we're still sitting in the same room in the same place. The wheels spin wildly, but I don't really go anywhere, except in my head, and possibly to the fridge for a snack when I get home.


My writing feels like it's in a similar place. I keep coming up with new ideas and I keep starting all of these different stories. I plug along at my WIP as the wheels of time continue to spin. But I feel like I'm still sitting on that stationary bike. I've been moving, but not really going anywhere. In my mind, I've pushed myself up hills and through paths surrounded by creeks and trees. I've even crossed the finish line at the end of a race. At the end of the day, however, it's all been in my head. I'm still sitting in the same place.

I have to admit, though, that even though I haven't moved, I've pushed myself hard and my body has responded. My heart rate has improved as well as my muscle tone and endurance.

Just as I've seen progress becoming more physically fit, I've seen an improvement in my writing and will soon complete the first draft of my WIP.

So, though at times I feel like I'm going nowhere, I need only sit back and take a good hard look at the small strides. I might be moving slow, but at least I'm moving.

Is it a cookie or is it art?

My sister is amazing. She crochets, scrapbooks, reads faster than anyone I know (and I know a few people), cooks amazingly and outsings any female Broadway star I've heard. These are just a few of the things she does. There are so many more. She leaves me in the dust.

Here are some cookies she made for a friend who likes to quilt. Aren't they good?

I'm not sure if I want to frame them or eat them.