A friend of mine, , is doing a 10K run for charity this Saturday. She’s nearly at her fundraising goal, but could use a few more donations to send it over the top. If you donate, drop me an email (cemurphyauthor@gmail.com) and I’ll put your name in a hat for a drawing to win one of my books, whichever you choose (including WALKING DEAD, which is out in 3 months and which I should hopefully get early copies of in about 2).
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quick note
just to say “not dead yet!” I have a Kate for the weekend. We went out to Lough Key castle & forest & grounds today (we were on our way to Boyle Abbey, but we didn’t quite make it that far). She was under instructions from Sammy to show me bluebells, and now I have seen bluebells, and soon I will post pictures of bluebells. :) It was really a very splendid day tromping through the woods, and it hardly rained on us at all, and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.…
I’ve been verbed!
During today’s wars, I became a verb: SharonM: LOL, Cating. Hear no evil, see no evil, yada yada SharonM: Catie — not Cating meerkat: I like ‘Cating.” She is not a Noun, she is a Verb! mizkit: I’ll cate you if you’re not careful! :) SharonM: I know Catie. She COULD be a verb. :D meerkat: Sharon –exactly SharonM: See? :D mizkit: I must be a verb that means “inclined to workaholism” meerkat: “always in motion, the Cating is.” NewGuyDave: I need to be more cating mizkit: lol mizkit: i…
nothin’ much
I have to say, I think there’s something to be said for this whole strange idea of “write 5 days a week and take 2 days off”. I had a very hard time getting started this morning (I do not find the ends of books easy to write, although you’d think they would be, since most of the work is done by that point), but I eked out twelve hundred or so words and then had a fairly decent set of wars. Aiming to finish the book by Friday (after…
a day in dublin
Poor Ted had a migraine yesterday (and Friday; I hope it’s defeated today), so he didn’t go with me in to Dublin to see John & Leah et all. I had a lovely lunch with themselves and Pádraig and Deirdre (Pádraig hauled us all into the Dublin City Gallery to show us Francis Bacon’s reconstructed studio, which was a nightmare. I mean, not only could I not work in that, but stepping inside it made me actively uncomfortable. However, John, peering in the window at the utter disaster, said to…