The author reflects on reconnecting with old friends and solving the mystery of a wedding dress found in their eaves, which prompts memories of a handfasting ceremony performed years ago. With help from friends, they piece together past connections yet contemplate reaching out to the actual bride and groom. This journey spurs thoughts about their writing, especially characters inspired by these friendships, while considering the lingering mystery of the misplaced dress.

The time has come to stake my claim or let it slide. Come along on my Anthropic ride. Such fun dealing with harebrained lawyers who are quietly asking you to sell your soul...cheap.

Early in 2026 I plan to release "For the Love of War" on Kindle as a Kindle Exclusive. This is the entire Of War series in one download. Don't you dare call it a 'box set'. LOL I've been working hard on updating the format, getting everything together, going over this 929 page file with the proverbial fine toothed comb. That means sitting here while my mind goes numb and Word does a Spell/Grammar/Readability check on it.

The author is perplexed by a mysterious dress that does not belong to them or an acquaintance, leading to uncertainty about its origin. While they initially felt confused, reconnecting with an old friend has been a positive outcome of this puzzling situation. They remain curious about the dress’s rightful owner.

The owned has been identified. Now it's on to finding her. First, in my original post on this topic, I mentioned a long ago coven and the idea that my Oldest Daughter thought I'd done a handfasting ceremony--or in this case a renewal of vows--for two people in the coven. Hubby didn't remember that.I didn't remember that. I reached out to the one friend I have left from that coven and she didn't remember that.

Oh man! LOL Have you noticed the titles of my posts lately? If so, are you laughing? Thinking WTF? Yes, I've been letting the AI name the posts and a few of the pages on the site. This is 'best SEO practice'. Looks like clickbait to me but.....whatever. Yep, I let the AI make the last couple of images for me too.

I'm trying with this thing. I really am. (link to prior entry My inquiry regarding Christmas Eve on Olympus was denied and I just let that go. It was a shot and nothing more. It didn't actually rise to their level for the lawsuit because it's a tiny short story and I never bothered to copyright it. My bad.

An author recounts discovering that their books were stolen by the pirate site LibGen and misused by Anthropic for AI training. Recently, they received official documentation revealing potential compensation of $3,000 per book for the theft. After navigating copyright records, they realized some books were erroneously combined and others missing. The author urges fellow Indie Authors to claim their owed royalties from piracy.

Those damn scammers. The ones hucking their "book services" have died down to a mere trickle and I have begun ignoring them because they're all the same and they're just boring now. Now I got a whole new batch of morons. (read more)

FB was kind enough to remind me that it was 9 years ago that my old oven died on Thanksgiving day. That was fun. Today, as hubby was....going to work!!!!...more on that later....he asked me which car I wanted today and I said I'd take The Beast. He reminded me it had been a while since the Old Black Beast had been started, it was cold, it might not want to start, I might have to put it on the charger.

"Never, never, give up on a dream." Yep, that's what ol' Hot Rod crooned way back in 1981 on of my favorite Rod Stewart albums Tonight I'm Yours. (don't hurt me, don't hurt me.) Hi, welcome to my post. Honest, the above is relative but I really just want to see how long it takes Rod Stewart to start showing up in my Facebook feed.

In all of my years on Social Media--from MySpace onward--never have I ever visited any official page associated with the US Government other than my own Congress persons (and I never actually go to their pages). In other words, I have never visited the White House, Department of Homeland Security, ICE, Department of Agriculture, Department of "Justice" and the like. Read More...

This is apt to be long and rambling and political. Very political. So if that's not your cup of tea, by now you should know what to do. No hard feelings. See you next time. I got oil! Woot! OMG! I can't believe I actually accomplished it and I don't know how anyone older than my good self does it either.

Long Ago and Far Away the title of this post would have referred to an incredibly long line of people (As Seen on TV) standing for hours to get a loaf of bread. In Russia. I'll probably remember those images for the rest of my life along with the Live via Satellite and in Technicolor transmissions of the Viet Nam Conflict.

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It seems my Blue Moon and Moon Flower candles....SOLD at Sam's! I didn't get a good deal on that but it's ok. Honestly, I didn't even break even on the glass. But...they sold! I went up there yesterday morning to get my cigs as I do almost every morning and almost every morning I check the number of my candles left in stock.

It never ends. That's the conclusion I've come to. This is just never going to end. Ok. Wait. Stop. Backup. It MAY be coming to an end as the emails are not so numerous any more. One can hope although I'm torn between the differing points of view my beloved Red and Andy hold on the subject of Hope. Anyway, after I was done with 'Michael Lewis'.....and I actually had to send him one more email after the one I posted just so I could be, and he could be sure, the jig really was up!

Yep, he is. You gotta be kidding me. Don't they ever go away? The "Nigerian Prince" is still popping up in my inbox too like we're long lost friends. I almost feel bad for that guy. Maybe that's the point? I dunno anymore. I thought I had gotten rid of Micheal but it seems otherwise. I want to make a correction to…

Awwww....damn. And I was so hopeful that the "nice gentleman" I'd been emailing back and forth with for a total volley of 29 emails! Was really the best selling author trying to help me. If you're lost, this post is the follow up to How Will I Know and you can read about "Micheal Monroe Lewis" and his first introduction over there.

Everything in the prize pack is made by Lisa without any harsh or unnecessary additives. The candle is 100% soy wax sourced in the USA, bath salts are 100% natural, and sugar scrubs are made with organic sugar and organic olive oil. Winner gets to choose their scent; cherry blossom, honeysuckle, Egyptian amber, ocean rose, or my special blend MidSummer a light floral scent.

They say that God works in Mysterious Ways. I even wrote a book about it. What I hadn't done until less than a week ago was open the "Harvest Coomb" file in almost exactly 2 years. Nope. Pre-Orders available now in ebook and hardcover. Official release date is Halloween. Trust me, no one was more shocked by this than I was especially in how it all came about.

The scammers persist. Sometimes I play. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes they're rude...I really hate the 'negging' thing. It is so immature. Sometimes they're nice. I've gotten really good at spotting them. Until today...maybe. I've been doing my best to sell my stories here on Ye Olde Internet for, well, a while now. Not once in all that time have I ever gotten an email like what I'm about to show you.

Now that I've come down off the shipping nightmare and dealt with a few more of those damn scammers...another of which who just would not go away. Yet, I was the 'unprofessional' one. Yeah. Ok. But it's the end of the season, and time to start turning in the gardens and making the last of what we can. We have so much hot sauce!

Not sure if this still true but Once Upon a Time the motto of the United States Postal Service used to be "We Deliver For You". HOW they 'deliver' seems to be open to interpertation. Why, yes, yes, the box does say 'FRAGILE' all over it. I told you that in sister post to this one My Math was a Little Off…

Just thought I'd let you know... Got in touch with AccessHealthCT.com today via their Chat thing. That's after trying to follow the directions that I managed to find to "Report Changes". Every time I clicked that link...the damn thing told me to sign in. I am signed in! Anyway it ended up just being one big loop over and over and over until I wanted to scream.