On my satisfactory HomeFront, I hold great respect in my heart for the dedication of my husband in his work. It is a coal mine mechanic, electrician high voltage and helped me to survive while I continue my career as a novelist (with a paycheck deferred decades).
I also Cook and clean the House (sort of). After, I was click-click on my laptop since 05-10 [I gave up this change; too perceived the decades], I fry a few eggs for breakfast by Tom when he arrives home from his shift at night at the mine. Sometimes I repeat the clicks in the afternoon, after household work by noon, before cooking the meal. Sometimes I take the keyboard caper in the evening when Tom to take a NAP before his departure to work at 21. I wash dishes dinner at 09:15 every night, before retiring as follows some time before the zzzzzzz overwhelm the day.
AAAhhhh Chhhoooooooo!
Unfortunately, this is the usual result of my household.
Received the gift of a washing machine, I am doing well with the daily washing of Tom diggers, who are his work filled with mud, oil and coal dust, clothes I bang against an old tree trunk before them raised in the House and arranging in the washer. If debris around this tree trunk had a "for sale" sign on it, it could make more $$$ than my career as a novelist. I'm so obsessed with writing, that I can not stop long enough to set up the sign. If I added a lemonade stand next to the mound of coal dust, I might have to ask Trump permission to use the essence of its name.
[My routines around the work of Tom changed periodically over the decades as his movements and coal mine sites have changed. But daily above implemented has maintained long wide enough to become sacred, so I'll leave it as a tribute to our history.]
I have dyslexia and received my only note D read among the hordes of A of a few B and a C in my records of school attendance at College, with equivalents of master's level courses in french, philosophy and psychology. Despite the difficulties of working with dyslexia in the world of words, I like reading and writing uplifting escape fiction. Strangely, my typo skills decreased regularly as I progressed from a manual electric typewriter [Yes, it's at what age I am], then an electronic keyboard. With each wave of electronic facility, my dyslexia seems to dissipate.
I recently put end to regular posting of comments from Internet users except in rare cases. I have reviewed only books and products I can give 5-star Raves. I am grateful that life has worn down enough for me that I focus on what I like and ignore what I dislike. I am soul shattered by criticism, so I try to avoid dishing it. Of course in rare cases my opinions are wrong anyway. As I get older (will be 66 Oct 2013) and creakier (not crankier, is not steamed) become more skilled at raising my foot at eye level. Go figure. Mine has.
Efforts [especially now abandoned due to the health of low tide and a few other shock absorbers spirit] I have 300 + comments displayed on the Amazon USA site and some of those who are on the sites of additional countries. I used to post much criticism on the mystery series murder and provided Listmanias on some people.
Now, I spend my limited time to write and publish my books on the Kindle and pray that I rave reviews like those used to write!
The original pocket edition of 1987's the ROSE and the pyramid is exhausted (available periodically on sites Amazon in the United States and other countries at prices from collectors for used copies).
But from March 2013, this novel (adding in short 17 full length books and 19 works) is available on the KINDLE! Celebrate! My website on this profile page link goes on my Amazon author Page.
As I live & breathe, I write and write...
Linda G. Shelnutt
LGShelnutt@aol.com
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