(The) Writing Life--Or...

...why writers shouldn't take reviews too seriously.



See these?

"...would recommend for light reading..."

"...it felt very heavy..."

"...a very light story with a heavy theme..."

"...I laughed out loud..."

"...if you want some humor...skip over this one."

"...I found myself smiling..."

"Too melodramatic..."

"Riveting Romance..."

"...decidedly subdued romance..."

"...predictable..."

"I could not wait to see what would happen next..."

"...I get the feeling that I was supposed to be happy..."

"...I really cared about the characters in this book..."

"...no real conflict..."

"...story too gripping for anything less than a five..."

"Made me want to cry..."

"...made me smile..."

"...somewhat realistic..."

"...a beautiful story of true to life struggles..."

"...IT WAS SOOOOO REAL..."

"...angsty and...depressing..."

"Cute...."

So what's your point, Cheryl, you may be wondering? Well, it's this. These are all real comments--about   The Same Book. 

And now you know why we writers are so dippy.

Writing (About) Life: Roses Rooted From Mamaw Rose's Roses and The "Butchie" Memorial Dog House.

Roses In The Rain

All of these were rooted from Mamaw Rose's (DH's late Mom's) antique rose bushes. 

They are apparently very hardy because they look like this with no help from the likes of me.

In the background in this photo, is The "Butchie" Memorial Dog House.  I'm not allowed to get rid of it--which I don't mind. He was a sweet old dog--if somewhat goofy, and even though he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge decades ago, I still expect to see him out here--digging holes. He always worked very hard to get his front yard looking like a moonscape. He would bark "up" at snow and "down" only at trucks. Maybe I should call this corner of the yard The "Butchie" Memorial Rose Garden.

Writing (About) Life: Azaleas And Roses and Money Plants, Oh My! (And Irises)

Around the backyard Late April/Early May 2013

Two azaleas...

One azalea...

Several azaleas. The roofers trampled the ever-living daylights out of these bushes several years ago, and they've bloomed like crazy ever since. Not sure what this means...

Azalea, up close...

Grand #3's 3rd Grade Cabbage Plant Project we planted last year. I let it go to seed...

A pale blue iris and a purple iris from Mamaw Rose's (DH's late mom's) iris bed...

A money plant (penny plant?) from the DH's late Aunt Peg's flower bed. See the round seed pods? Hence the name, I guess...

A rose in bloom on one of Mamaw Rose's rooted antique roses. This is a big deal because I rooted it, and I know nothing about rooting roses...

This concludes this years backyard tour--unless something else blooms.