Summer Diary


SB Feb 003

  1. Not my rash!
  2. Finally. Fire breath. Thank you, GOT.
  3. I see you, arm muscle.  #workingout6weeksstraight
  4. Muscles missing. Hijacked in the night, IMO. So what? I have brie.
  5. Total eclipse of sun predicted. My prediction? Revision, revision, submissions, submissions….But only because not driving to Oregon.
  6. Box turtle refuses to be content in pen that is not the glorious unbridled wilds of Connecticut. Insists on escape. Like I did when a teenager. (comments closed)
  7. Exercising. Writing. Extracting dog poop from yard. Clearing black widow webs from home’s entryways (not metaphorically confessed). #life
  8. NOT MY RASH! (comments closed)
  9. Family is forever, some “family” forever suspect.
  10. Can’t remember when last visited beach…SAD!
  11. Coming alive in the wee hours, as usual–revising ms. with help of chai tea and ranch flavored rice crackers, and: macadamia nuts. Unsalted. Aloha?
  12. Sleep. Please! Sleep. For me.

About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI.
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