Friday, August 28, 2015

Snapshots - Ala Random

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. I busted out of my chains the other day. It was marvelous. Got some shots before the men came with the phunny-sleeved jackets.

The sun! The sun! Through, yep, clouds. We're getting a lot of rain.

I miss seeing Scrappy walking around the block with his dad :O[

I love this market packaging (may be the color)

Did I mention I love color (I made it into a store before the authorities were called)

This little guy was taking a nap. So cute.

That purse looks familiar

I love Joe Cool.

This urban gull snatch up part of someone's dinner.

My diseased sycamore against a dreary sky. :O[

I maybe should volunteer to help my neighbor clear the growth off her roof. Gonna ruin her shingles. But I struggle keeping up with my own place (It's the ball and chain Dina keeps me in)

Snapshots - North Carolina P20

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

A side creek feeding Deep Creek. (No tubing)

I mentioned I was surprised there weren't that many birds evident...but there were tons of butterflies. And I love butterflies. 

We met this local photographing the babies too. She is a writer too, but by dang I forgot her first name. She has to email me. Last name something like Whilmington.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Favorite Passage (Opening Paragraph)

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Diving into my first edit pass.

After two semesters of college psychology I thought I’d better understand my own psychosis. I failed the diagnosis of sociopath merely because I loved a dog more than myself, and latched onto a homeless man. The way I nag at the poor man, I must care. Though in truth, can’t say I empathize with him. That could be because I’ve never leaned toward four hundred pounds. So can’t appreciate his struggle to get down to human proportions.

Snapshots - North Carolina P19

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (still going strong)

Rule #1 drew me away from the butterflies.

I got back to them.

Then...back to the creek.

Back to people watching. (I love watching people)

Say hi to Mary.

(And Frank)

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

6 Ways to Where - A blurb

Greetings from the Hermit Writer......I've typed THE END on my latest project, and it's time to (1) troll for beta readers, (2) fish for feedback on my blurb...every single nit is welcome and appreciated.

At eighteen it’s tough to decide a life path when, the threat of pandemic hangs over the world, your brother is the genius who engineered the plague, and you’re repeatedly drawn into the fight against the terrorists spreading it. Plenty of people would kill an Abernathy on sight, so it would be wise for Mar to visit the dojo, otherwise play invisible, but her brother is manipulating her into another adventure.

Thanks, Mac

Snapshots - North Carolina P18

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (By now, do you feel like you've visited NC?)

This pool was a favorite rest stop, before the next set of narrows.

Okay, she was ready

Often, color takes my mind off the game. 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Today's Favorite Passage

Calling Monty is always hard to do when I have to give him really bad news. One day he’s going to get tired of calling in dead bodies for me.
The tone of his voice didn’t even rise. Maybe he’s getting used to it. Or he was really distracted. The apocalypse can probably do that to people.

 Coming this September

Snapshots - North Carolina P17

Greetings from the Hermit Writer (Can you believe many more photos)

I'm thinking one day they may have a gondola to get up the creek...but for now it's all about getting your exercise.

I see a straw hat...I have to take a picture.

And straw hats and bright color...woop!

This seemed to be the preferred method of carting a floatie.

I wasn't the only one taking pictures.

Say hi to Karen (I made up her name)

'Hey, Joey!' (made up his name too)

Big boys need to go down the drops feet first. Otherwise it's often dump-in-the-water time)

Does he look cold?

Monday, August 24, 2015

A Post Card from Florida

Snapshots - North Carolina P16

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Lunch at Subway, people can't get away from me. (I am drawn to color)

Cool shot, downtown Bryson City

Prepare for a zillion shots of tubers floating Deep Creek

(and other miscellaneous flora)

I think she likes pink.

She lost her floatie

Just floatin' down the creek

Another falls