SPRING QUARTET
Four of us met Thursday night, glad it’s spring and glad to be with other writers. I chatted first with Margaret, trying to explain to her how to achieve double line-spacing in Wordpad, since it can’t be formatted to do so automatically. She says there are days she would far rather just deal with a typewriter.
Bob read more about Trailing & Waters, who were the largest jewellery manufacturers in Western Canada, and Jacoby Bros.’ biggest competitors. It was common to offer credit to customers, but T & W were quite generous in their terms of credit. In the 1970s they became members of the GIA (Gemological Institute of America) and were then required to have a fully qualified gemologist on staff. In 1982, they were required to supply an audited financial statement to their bank, which was not supplied. Their loan was called and the business shut down for a month. T & W reopened, and later manufactured a number of pieces that were sold at Expo ’86. It was common for their employees to bank their overtime and unfortunately they were unable to collect it when the company went into receivership in 1987.
Margaret read “Outfits For Joey” from her Peabody collection. Rev. Peacock washed Joey’s dress and asked Marigold to sew more outfits for him, but she adamantly refused. So he took Joey in his wet dress to shop for new attire. Joey started swearing again. They first looked at baby clothes that were still far too big, and then went to a shop that sold doll clothes. At the latter establishment, a little girl made friends with Joey and dressed him up. Joey loved the attention and insisted on more than one outfit. Peacock gave in to keep Joey from swearing.
In April’s edition of Seniors’ Newsmagazine was an article of Margaret’s entitled “Yesterday’s R.V.”. It was a write-up that had been published in England years before about a motorhome from 1923 that was quite lavishly equipped for the time. It was large enough for a family of four plus a cook/maid and chauffeur. The butler slept in the van that traveled with them to carry all their supplies. This was in Europe. It sold for 7000 British pounds and only went 15 kms/hr.
I read two short pieces. One was written several days after the death of my mother, telling of how our roles reversed in the years I spent caring for her. The other piece is a comment about being devalued in society as I age. I haven’t quite finished the second piece yet.
Marilyn also read two pieces. The first was “Pillar Of Strength” which gives personification to a marble pillar that is surrounded by ivy. The second piece was “Illuminations”, telling about words bursting into her conscious awareness and the frantic need to write them down. And then she talks of finding words in her pen, and what incredible loss she felt when her favourite pen ran out of ink.
Amanda’s house has been sold and they will soon be moving, but she wasn’t sure where yet. Elaine’s father passed away, this morning I think, and she has headed to Thunder Bay to be with her mother and other family at this sad time.
Next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, May 1st at 7:00 p.m. Love to see you then.
Lisa
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
THE RAM'S HEAD REVIEW
REUNION
Thursday’s meeting was a wonderful get-together for four of us. Margaret, Marilyn and Bob joined me after a month’s hiatus due to my Mother’s passing. My sincere thanks to all for your expressions of sympathy during that time.
Marilyn read two of her poems for us. The first one was SKINS, a listing of all the different types of skins found in nature and daily life. The second poem was NORTH WORDS, enumerating words like Inuit and kayak, that are particular to the Canadian north. Interesting concepts in both these poems.
Bob read more about T & W, (Trailing and Waters) who had been his competitor in the manufacture of jewellery. In the 1960s, the making of charms became very popular, and T & W had some unique pieces. Jack Waters, still a heavy drinker, died in November of 1970 at the age of 53. The company seemed to be overstaffed and Bob thought it was because many of their procedures for labeling and packaging were outdated and time consuming. Drinking continued to be heavy at T & W, and some salespeople who called on them preferred to do so in the morning while others who liked to party did so in late afternoon.
Margaret read another story from the Peabody collection, JOEY SEES DR. NOAH. Rev. Peacock takes Joey, the parrot, to see the Doctor because of his penchant for cursing. Peacock had dressed Joey in a dress and bonnet as he thought the Doctor was allergic to feathers. When they arrived, the parrot was given a stool to perch on, but poor Peacock was made to stand. Dr. Noah told Peacock to replace Joey’s vocabulary with words that were more acceptable, but Peacock already read the bible to him every night. The doctor wanted to know why the bird was in a dress, and Peacock said it was to visit him. The doctor then said Peacock needed help more than the bird. Peacock later learned the Doctor was allergic to ferrets, not feathers. But Joey now refrained from cursing any time he was wearing the dress.
I read a short, first person piece called THE PERFECT SIZE. It is a funny account about my acquisition of a used dress form for sewing and Honey’s attempts at making a stand for it. And I know it was funny because everybody listening had to remove their glasses and wipe tears from their eyes at the end. I have since submitted it to THREADS magazine for consideration. Writing something short gave me a nice sense of completion that takes so very long to get when writing a novel.
Marilyn read again, a piece called END OF THE LINE, written by her friend Mike Malone. It is written in two points of view, father and son, and tells of their inner thoughts and feelings when the son admits, at 36, that he is transgendered. The father is a widower who has one daughter living far away, and though he dearly loves his son, he also sees this will be the end of the line for his family. Meanwhile, the son misses his sister’s female companionship and sees his own decision ending a time of pretending to be someone he is not. Pretty deep emotional issues at play for both these individuals and you can’t help but pray they get past the feeling of deep sadness this piece evokes.
Margaret brought me a book called SOURCES. It’s a resource of names and contact info for organizations, companies and agencies. Quoting the book they are “Canada’s finest directory of human contacts. When you need analysis, commentary and information from people in the know, this is the place.” If anybody would like to borrow it, it’s here.
I had a number of books to give away and all but one was fiction. Margaret took most of them for the library in her apartment building.
Ann wrote her piece on floods and mailed it off. Robin was going to attend our meeting but came down with a cold. Last Sunday Bryon and I ran into Nathaniel and Tracy at Princess Auto. (Writers hang out at strange places.) They looked great, and love the sunshine they get living in Victoria’s harbour. Their boat is now moored in front of The Empress Hotel. And Nathaniel says it’s been difficult getting a regular writers’ group over there. People seem to be kind of cliquey. One group was full of drama, and while he was away on a road trip, it just disintegrated. But he’s trying to start another.
Marilyn said she would like to host a meeting sometime, but no definite date has been set for that yet. So unless you hear otherwise, the next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, April 17th at 7:00 p.m. Love to see you then, with or without your Muse.
Lisa
Thursday’s meeting was a wonderful get-together for four of us. Margaret, Marilyn and Bob joined me after a month’s hiatus due to my Mother’s passing. My sincere thanks to all for your expressions of sympathy during that time.
Marilyn read two of her poems for us. The first one was SKINS, a listing of all the different types of skins found in nature and daily life. The second poem was NORTH WORDS, enumerating words like Inuit and kayak, that are particular to the Canadian north. Interesting concepts in both these poems.
Bob read more about T & W, (Trailing and Waters) who had been his competitor in the manufacture of jewellery. In the 1960s, the making of charms became very popular, and T & W had some unique pieces. Jack Waters, still a heavy drinker, died in November of 1970 at the age of 53. The company seemed to be overstaffed and Bob thought it was because many of their procedures for labeling and packaging were outdated and time consuming. Drinking continued to be heavy at T & W, and some salespeople who called on them preferred to do so in the morning while others who liked to party did so in late afternoon.
Margaret read another story from the Peabody collection, JOEY SEES DR. NOAH. Rev. Peacock takes Joey, the parrot, to see the Doctor because of his penchant for cursing. Peacock had dressed Joey in a dress and bonnet as he thought the Doctor was allergic to feathers. When they arrived, the parrot was given a stool to perch on, but poor Peacock was made to stand. Dr. Noah told Peacock to replace Joey’s vocabulary with words that were more acceptable, but Peacock already read the bible to him every night. The doctor wanted to know why the bird was in a dress, and Peacock said it was to visit him. The doctor then said Peacock needed help more than the bird. Peacock later learned the Doctor was allergic to ferrets, not feathers. But Joey now refrained from cursing any time he was wearing the dress.
I read a short, first person piece called THE PERFECT SIZE. It is a funny account about my acquisition of a used dress form for sewing and Honey’s attempts at making a stand for it. And I know it was funny because everybody listening had to remove their glasses and wipe tears from their eyes at the end. I have since submitted it to THREADS magazine for consideration. Writing something short gave me a nice sense of completion that takes so very long to get when writing a novel.
Marilyn read again, a piece called END OF THE LINE, written by her friend Mike Malone. It is written in two points of view, father and son, and tells of their inner thoughts and feelings when the son admits, at 36, that he is transgendered. The father is a widower who has one daughter living far away, and though he dearly loves his son, he also sees this will be the end of the line for his family. Meanwhile, the son misses his sister’s female companionship and sees his own decision ending a time of pretending to be someone he is not. Pretty deep emotional issues at play for both these individuals and you can’t help but pray they get past the feeling of deep sadness this piece evokes.
Margaret brought me a book called SOURCES. It’s a resource of names and contact info for organizations, companies and agencies. Quoting the book they are “Canada’s finest directory of human contacts. When you need analysis, commentary and information from people in the know, this is the place.” If anybody would like to borrow it, it’s here.
I had a number of books to give away and all but one was fiction. Margaret took most of them for the library in her apartment building.
Ann wrote her piece on floods and mailed it off. Robin was going to attend our meeting but came down with a cold. Last Sunday Bryon and I ran into Nathaniel and Tracy at Princess Auto. (Writers hang out at strange places.) They looked great, and love the sunshine they get living in Victoria’s harbour. Their boat is now moored in front of The Empress Hotel. And Nathaniel says it’s been difficult getting a regular writers’ group over there. People seem to be kind of cliquey. One group was full of drama, and while he was away on a road trip, it just disintegrated. But he’s trying to start another.
Marilyn said she would like to host a meeting sometime, but no definite date has been set for that yet. So unless you hear otherwise, the next meeting will be here at my place on Thursday, April 17th at 7:00 p.m. Love to see you then, with or without your Muse.
Lisa
Sunday, March 9, 2008
THE REVIEW
ANXIOUS FOR SPRING
Bob and Margaret joined me Thursday for a meeting. We are all hoping for a warmer Spring to start happening soon. Maybe the time change will help. At least it will be lighter longer in the evenings for those of us who don’t like driving in the dark.
Bob read more about Trailing and Waters, the manufacturers who were their main competitor in the jewellery business. We learned they seemed to be heavy drinkers and could be seen going out and returning to their premises with a brown paper bag every day.
Margaret showed us a drawing she made of the dog, Barker, who turned out to be a spaniel. The chapter she read was about Barker going to see a pet psychiatrist for excessive barking. The good Doctor blamed Rev. Peasly for the problem because of the name he’d given the dog. But the dog quit barking after having a good chew on the leg of the Doctor’s Chippendale chair.
I had a letter from John Ireland that I read. He and his wife are now back in New Zealand, enjoying their summer weather. They are at Napier, on the east coast of the North Island. John is working at rewriting “Brown Girls” to see if a friend’s publisher might be interested in it, as well as hoping to get hired by the community newspaper. He says a paperback costs $25.00 there. And he says hello to all the Rammers.
I read two versions of my one-page synopsis, first draft and rewrite. I had some good suggestions from Nathaniel and also did research online. But every time I read it I still want to tweek it here and there. Gave it to my husband to read, and he said it moved and conveyed a story line with lots of action, so I guess that’s good, coming from somebody who never reads fiction? However, he did take exception to my starting a sentence with the word “But”, as it is a conjunction and the PEng. in him believes in correct grammar. I ignored him on that comment.
Nathaniel seems to be busy working on his boat and doing repairs on others. Last two entries I read on their blog were about boat repairs. I told him he should be writing a manual on boat repairs. He could probably make a fortune at it.
Amanda is working on formatting her Robot poem and another story for submissions. Last I heard from Carolann was that she and her husband were trying to move from Walnut Grove to Surrey. I haven’t heard from anyone else lately. Any updates out there on writing endeavors you’d like to send me?
Next meeting here at my place on Thursday, March 20th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see some more of you then, even if you haven’t written anything. Communion of writers is always important. Good luck with your writing.
Lisa
Bob and Margaret joined me Thursday for a meeting. We are all hoping for a warmer Spring to start happening soon. Maybe the time change will help. At least it will be lighter longer in the evenings for those of us who don’t like driving in the dark.
Bob read more about Trailing and Waters, the manufacturers who were their main competitor in the jewellery business. We learned they seemed to be heavy drinkers and could be seen going out and returning to their premises with a brown paper bag every day.
Margaret showed us a drawing she made of the dog, Barker, who turned out to be a spaniel. The chapter she read was about Barker going to see a pet psychiatrist for excessive barking. The good Doctor blamed Rev. Peasly for the problem because of the name he’d given the dog. But the dog quit barking after having a good chew on the leg of the Doctor’s Chippendale chair.
I had a letter from John Ireland that I read. He and his wife are now back in New Zealand, enjoying their summer weather. They are at Napier, on the east coast of the North Island. John is working at rewriting “Brown Girls” to see if a friend’s publisher might be interested in it, as well as hoping to get hired by the community newspaper. He says a paperback costs $25.00 there. And he says hello to all the Rammers.
I read two versions of my one-page synopsis, first draft and rewrite. I had some good suggestions from Nathaniel and also did research online. But every time I read it I still want to tweek it here and there. Gave it to my husband to read, and he said it moved and conveyed a story line with lots of action, so I guess that’s good, coming from somebody who never reads fiction? However, he did take exception to my starting a sentence with the word “But”, as it is a conjunction and the PEng. in him believes in correct grammar. I ignored him on that comment.
Nathaniel seems to be busy working on his boat and doing repairs on others. Last two entries I read on their blog were about boat repairs. I told him he should be writing a manual on boat repairs. He could probably make a fortune at it.
Amanda is working on formatting her Robot poem and another story for submissions. Last I heard from Carolann was that she and her husband were trying to move from Walnut Grove to Surrey. I haven’t heard from anyone else lately. Any updates out there on writing endeavors you’d like to send me?
Next meeting here at my place on Thursday, March 20th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see some more of you then, even if you haven’t written anything. Communion of writers is always important. Good luck with your writing.
Lisa
Sunday, February 24, 2008
THE REVIEW
GOING GREEN
Hello Dear Fellow Rams. There were only three of us here Thursday night and we made a decision to “Go Green” and reduce our carbon footprint, in accordance with the goals of our Provincial Government. Meetings will now be just twice a month, on the 1st and 3rd Thursdays. Same place and same time. Next meeting will be Thursday, March 6th at 7:00 p.m.
Bob read from his history of the jewellery business about Trailing and Waters. At one time their payday was Saturday morning, and the boss would offer employees a drink and ask if they wanted to play cards. And he often won back the money he had just paid them.
Margaret read from the Peabody collection. Marie tells Peasly and Peacock that the button had been found in Peobody’s pocket, and they accept her apology for having them treat the bird and the dog with laxatives, after which the bird took up swearing again. Peabody arrives and apologizes, too, and they all end up having a drink together.
I read Ann’s “Peacemakers”, which she had emailed me. It’s about a future genetically selective society in which fat people are preferred as they are considered more peaceful, something wanted after nuclear destruction. But the twist is their leader is secretly slim and fit, and wears a fat suit in public. Really funny.
I am currently looking at writing a synopsis of my novel for future attempts to have it published. Am still gathering information on how to do this. By what I see from looking at markets, everybody wants one in a different length (one page, two page, chapter by chapter). So that’s what I’m working on.
Enjoy all that gorgeous sunshine out there and I hope the extra dose of Vitamin D inspires all in their writing. Again, next meeting here at my place, Thursday, March 6th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then.
Lisa
Hello Dear Fellow Rams. There were only three of us here Thursday night and we made a decision to “Go Green” and reduce our carbon footprint, in accordance with the goals of our Provincial Government. Meetings will now be just twice a month, on the 1st and 3rd Thursdays. Same place and same time. Next meeting will be Thursday, March 6th at 7:00 p.m.
Bob read from his history of the jewellery business about Trailing and Waters. At one time their payday was Saturday morning, and the boss would offer employees a drink and ask if they wanted to play cards. And he often won back the money he had just paid them.
Margaret read from the Peabody collection. Marie tells Peasly and Peacock that the button had been found in Peobody’s pocket, and they accept her apology for having them treat the bird and the dog with laxatives, after which the bird took up swearing again. Peabody arrives and apologizes, too, and they all end up having a drink together.
I read Ann’s “Peacemakers”, which she had emailed me. It’s about a future genetically selective society in which fat people are preferred as they are considered more peaceful, something wanted after nuclear destruction. But the twist is their leader is secretly slim and fit, and wears a fat suit in public. Really funny.
I am currently looking at writing a synopsis of my novel for future attempts to have it published. Am still gathering information on how to do this. By what I see from looking at markets, everybody wants one in a different length (one page, two page, chapter by chapter). So that’s what I’m working on.
Enjoy all that gorgeous sunshine out there and I hope the extra dose of Vitamin D inspires all in their writing. Again, next meeting here at my place, Thursday, March 6th at 7:00 p.m. Hope to see you then.
Lisa
Thursday, February 14, 2008
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
Here’s to my friends who answered the call
And met at The Ram’s Head, one and all
Writers, editors, poets, too
Such joy in knowing all of you.
My life was blessed when we came to meet
And brought our words to share and read
I’ve known for years, only a writer understands
The wrestle to express
Through pain and tears
All that we see and comprehend
Writing down in verse or line
Explaining life and love
In runes of time
To leave some proof that here we are
Who gather close from near and far
In praise of writing from the heart.
Convened together, we are a troupe
Here’s to The Ram’s Head Writers’ Group!
Lisa A. Hatton ©
And met at The Ram’s Head, one and all
Writers, editors, poets, too
Such joy in knowing all of you.
My life was blessed when we came to meet
And brought our words to share and read
I’ve known for years, only a writer understands
The wrestle to express
Through pain and tears
All that we see and comprehend
Writing down in verse or line
Explaining life and love
In runes of time
To leave some proof that here we are
Who gather close from near and far
In praise of writing from the heart.
Convened together, we are a troupe
Here’s to The Ram’s Head Writers’ Group!
Lisa A. Hatton ©
Sunday, February 10, 2008
THE REVIEW
END OF WINTER?
After another week that had another dump of snow that made travel treacherous, there were four of us who did get together Thursday night. Bob and Carolann were both wearing red for the Chinese New Year. I was the one who had forgotten all about that directive I had handed out last week. Shame on me.
Bob brought an article from the Vancouver Sun he had cut out that was written by our long distance member, John Ireland. It was in the Travel section, entitled “An Urban Gypsy’s Travel Log”. We assume it first appeared in The Calgary Herald, where John said he was working. Nice to know he’s still out there somewhere.
All three other members at the meeting brought me a copy of Today’s Senior Newsmagazine so I could read Gemma’s poem “My Valentine Gift” that was in their February issue. It’s about Gemma in a rush to get home with Valentine treats for her dogs.
I read first, the final chapter in my novel, “Fire”. It is a scene showing Fiona at her office contemplating all that has happened over the past four days. Tanner arrives and readers are left knowing they will have an ongoing relationship. Mystery has been solved, arsonist and arsonist/murderer caught, and romance kindled. Now I guess I have to start a rewrite.
Margaret read of Peasly and Peacock being very unhappy and disgusted while looking for the brass button in excrement of the bird and dog. Meanwhile, Peabody finds the button in the pocket of his cardigan. When he tells Marie, she slams the door in his face. He then catches the coffin train to the cemetery, eventually finding Laura Bell’s grave where he leaves the button. But as he leaves the cemetery, a bird flies off with the button.
Carolann read a poem called “Winter”. It was inspired by Elaine’s poem about the angel of winter. But in Carolann’s, winter is a male angel, and she is telling him to be gone. A sentiment we can all share at this time of year, I’m sure. She said she had a Valentine poem she’ll read this week, that was written last year at this time with the beginning that was started here at a meeting by a group of us, but we couldn’t finish it. So we had challenged others to write their own version, and some did just that and the results are posted on our website. Carolann wroter her version, but hadn’t done anything with it. So now we’ll get to hear it.
Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 14th at 7:00 p.m., Valentine’s Day. So does your Muse love Chocolate? Mine just dreams about it. Hope to see you Thursday.
Lisa
After another week that had another dump of snow that made travel treacherous, there were four of us who did get together Thursday night. Bob and Carolann were both wearing red for the Chinese New Year. I was the one who had forgotten all about that directive I had handed out last week. Shame on me.
Bob brought an article from the Vancouver Sun he had cut out that was written by our long distance member, John Ireland. It was in the Travel section, entitled “An Urban Gypsy’s Travel Log”. We assume it first appeared in The Calgary Herald, where John said he was working. Nice to know he’s still out there somewhere.
All three other members at the meeting brought me a copy of Today’s Senior Newsmagazine so I could read Gemma’s poem “My Valentine Gift” that was in their February issue. It’s about Gemma in a rush to get home with Valentine treats for her dogs.
I read first, the final chapter in my novel, “Fire”. It is a scene showing Fiona at her office contemplating all that has happened over the past four days. Tanner arrives and readers are left knowing they will have an ongoing relationship. Mystery has been solved, arsonist and arsonist/murderer caught, and romance kindled. Now I guess I have to start a rewrite.
Margaret read of Peasly and Peacock being very unhappy and disgusted while looking for the brass button in excrement of the bird and dog. Meanwhile, Peabody finds the button in the pocket of his cardigan. When he tells Marie, she slams the door in his face. He then catches the coffin train to the cemetery, eventually finding Laura Bell’s grave where he leaves the button. But as he leaves the cemetery, a bird flies off with the button.
Carolann read a poem called “Winter”. It was inspired by Elaine’s poem about the angel of winter. But in Carolann’s, winter is a male angel, and she is telling him to be gone. A sentiment we can all share at this time of year, I’m sure. She said she had a Valentine poem she’ll read this week, that was written last year at this time with the beginning that was started here at a meeting by a group of us, but we couldn’t finish it. So we had challenged others to write their own version, and some did just that and the results are posted on our website. Carolann wroter her version, but hadn’t done anything with it. So now we’ll get to hear it.
Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 14th at 7:00 p.m., Valentine’s Day. So does your Muse love Chocolate? Mine just dreams about it. Hope to see you Thursday.
Lisa
Sunday, February 3, 2008
THE REVIEW
WEATHER BLOCK
Only three stalwart writers made it to the meeting Thursday night. Bob and Margaret attended for the whole two hours, and Lynette showed up briefly to say hello and she dropped off some books. It was good to see her smiling face again. She says she thinks about us often, but just has too much on the go at the present time to attend. Elaine stayed home due to ice rain that was falling in her neck of the woods, and I think Carolann didn’t want to drive that night either. Amanda emailed that she was going to visit her mother.
Bob didn’t have anything to read, but told us about spending many hours watching a documentary about Dachau, a Nazi extermination camp during WWII.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter. Marie goes to visit the gypsy/clairvoyant who lives in rather a posh residence. She wants to know where the brass button is. Claire, the gypsy, is well dressed and bejeweled as she reads from her crystal ball. She tells Marie the button is in an enclosure, and that Marie will receive a marriage proposal. Marie is excited as she harbours a love for Rev. Peabody. Marie then visits Peasly and Peacock to ask them to give the dog and the bird each a laxative.
I read Chapter 50 in my novel. This sees Cam trying to get information about Lucy or to visit her, to no avail. Because she is a victim of violence, she is prohibited from any visitors but her father. An ambulance arrives with Lucy’s brother Rick badly injured from crashing his truck when police were pursuing him. The cop who arrives with Rick is able to give Cam some information on Lucy. Later Miles and Tanner show up, and Tanner offers to take Cam in to see Lucy. Just one Chapter left to write.
Sure hope the weather warms up and stops being a threat to travel. And also hope winter weather hasn’t stopped anyone from writing. Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 7th, at 7:00 p.m. That is the Chinese New Year, and it is the year of The Rat. Come to the meeting wearing red to scare away evil spirits and bad fortune. If you want a new beginning, wear all new clothes head to toe. Hope to see you Thursday. KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!
Lisa
Only three stalwart writers made it to the meeting Thursday night. Bob and Margaret attended for the whole two hours, and Lynette showed up briefly to say hello and she dropped off some books. It was good to see her smiling face again. She says she thinks about us often, but just has too much on the go at the present time to attend. Elaine stayed home due to ice rain that was falling in her neck of the woods, and I think Carolann didn’t want to drive that night either. Amanda emailed that she was going to visit her mother.
Bob didn’t have anything to read, but told us about spending many hours watching a documentary about Dachau, a Nazi extermination camp during WWII.
Margaret read her next Peabody chapter. Marie goes to visit the gypsy/clairvoyant who lives in rather a posh residence. She wants to know where the brass button is. Claire, the gypsy, is well dressed and bejeweled as she reads from her crystal ball. She tells Marie the button is in an enclosure, and that Marie will receive a marriage proposal. Marie is excited as she harbours a love for Rev. Peabody. Marie then visits Peasly and Peacock to ask them to give the dog and the bird each a laxative.
I read Chapter 50 in my novel. This sees Cam trying to get information about Lucy or to visit her, to no avail. Because she is a victim of violence, she is prohibited from any visitors but her father. An ambulance arrives with Lucy’s brother Rick badly injured from crashing his truck when police were pursuing him. The cop who arrives with Rick is able to give Cam some information on Lucy. Later Miles and Tanner show up, and Tanner offers to take Cam in to see Lucy. Just one Chapter left to write.
Sure hope the weather warms up and stops being a threat to travel. And also hope winter weather hasn’t stopped anyone from writing. Next meeting here at my place, Thursday, February 7th, at 7:00 p.m. That is the Chinese New Year, and it is the year of The Rat. Come to the meeting wearing red to scare away evil spirits and bad fortune. If you want a new beginning, wear all new clothes head to toe. Hope to see you Thursday. KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!
Lisa
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