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SheWrites Blogger’s Ball

Thanks to the Blogger's Ball... and 115 *OUCH* degree record high temps, I think I'll get a little inside work done!

SHEWRITES Blogger's Ball
If you have a chance, check out some of the blogs joining the ball. And if you haven't already, and reading, writing, blogging, books, and women... whether a novice or novelist... are your thing, then you must join the SHEWRITES community. So much is on this site, though she who is advising doesn't always get to be a part of much. And yes I'm making an excuse. It's my workload didn't I mention!?! But I'm never too busy to reciprocate if you leave a comment.




  1. Commenting from the blog hop! I really love the design of your blog. I'm a big reader too, and I'm editing a suspense novel as well as mapping out a second.

  2. Woo... suspense huh? I think we're thinking alike. I'm finding it really fun to write. Thanks for stopping by. I'll have to check back and see how things are going on your end;-)

  3. You have a beautiful site. Thank you for visiting mine and writing very nice things about my memoir, Drowning Squirrels. Perhaps when my agent drops me, and I think he will, you and I can talk. :)You're doing a great thing for writers here.

  4. Marina, thanks for stopping by. Any memoirist is a friend of mine;-) I have your blog looped in my blog roll and will check in on you.

  5. Thanks for your kind comment on my blog. I love the design of your site!

  6. Visiting, though not for the first time, from the She Writes Blog Hop. I agree that She Writes is a treasure trove of information, inspiration, and writing support. Look forward to reading more of your blog posts!

  7. Darn, I meant to join this!
    Thanks, Rhonda, for the reminder. Hope I'm not too late.

  8. Thanks MuMu, and Carol, and Marcia I hope you weren't too late. It was a ball, and thanks for stopping by all!


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