Category Archives: #selfpublished

Twelve Days Until Christmas

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There are eighteen days left in the year and twelve days to Christmas. I’m looking forward to the holiday and don’t know why. I miss the Christmas Santa left me a bike and a bride doll. I miss being awake all night helping Santa. But that was then and this is now. It will be a quiet Christmas.

Christmas Eve I’ll make Cioppino Stew/Soup, although I learned you can order it on Amazon. Christmas morning I’ll bake my Christmas bread. The smell will hold pleasant memories.

But of course I’ll miss the snow.

. . . .just saying, another sunny day in Florida

A Zoom Book Discussion

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Framed Water Color of Morningside Drive by Kelsi Lee

Zoom (Video Communications or Conferencing) was founded in 2011 by Eric Yucan in San Jose, California, and was popular during Covid. At that time I belonged to a critique group that Zoomed instead of meeting in public.

Now I only Zoom a loved one on my phone, if I tap the right green button in time.

I’d forgotten about video conferencing, until Diana, a dear friend, texted me to say how much she enjoyed Morningside Drive. We meet in Florida but she had gone back-up north. We had a lengthy conversation in which she asked if I would have a Meet the Author Zoom Conference Call for her book club.

I said, “I’d be delighted.”

I have often said, “Technology promises everything and deliveries little.” You may share my frustration! When Morningside Drive was published I had decided to get on board or not.

Thank you Diana, and if your book club would like to meet the author of Morningside Drive in a Zoom Book Discussion please email me at claudiajustsaying@gmail.com

Claudia. . . Just Saying

P.S. I’m getting on board and it’s fun!

The Rock

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Rock in Halifax Plantation Neighbor

 His name was Albert Albertson. In grammar school Albert Albertson was a school chum. So she accepted his friend request. Turned out he was not that Albert, but they had things in common and began talking.

When he phoned she let it ring several times before picking up.

“Meet me at the Rock at 6P.M.”

 She  didn’t know if he liked Al or Bert better, since he never said who was calling.

She just knew.

“The Rock? I call him ET,” she said.

“I’ve heard him called Monkey Skull, King Kong, and Skull Rock. We can debate on the  phone or  meet.”

“Sure. Let’s meet.” She laughed thinking what could go wrong.

. . . just saying