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JANUARY
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 10 am PST Shalom Dear Ones, The
last day of January. Already?!? Because they are sharing the warmth of the apartment and the sunlight on days without clouds
and rain, the little seedlings are taking off like a rocket! Not only has the little Orange Tree sprouted a new leaf, there
is another one pulling away from the stem already. And the tommy-toes are on their second and third tier of new tops!
Wow! They look like a miniature cluster of palm trees at a distance because two of them have that distinctive bow in the middle. The Dream Machine gave me the most delightful character for the last
part of the book, the summer months, a little girl in a tree house who loves to dangle an artificial butterfly on a string
for Prince to bat at while he keeps Marva company on the back deck and a couple of characters that really help make the middle
of the story plausible to me so I'm passed the dreaded 'middle slump' that comes with everystory. The Book is as good
as written, even though I'm sure there will be bad jokes and exciting new things to learn along the way! My stomach is growling
so I have to stop and fix breakfast, it's saying it won't accept half-promises anymore, and from there I'm going to go straight
back to work on "Prince of Thebes", so have a lovely day, or a restful night, whenever thee come to this page. Since
I have others following the new book, i feel I have to take extra care and be sure I stay on task! GOD bless and stay well! Always remember, we have an Advocate with the Father
when we fall short! Respectfully, your sister in
the Risen Christ, Asis
[and Shiloh, moving among the blinds on the window ledge] - ♣ - 2:15 PM Chapter 5 - Prince of Thebes It's jab-jap PUNCH time !
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FEBRUARY
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012
5 pm PST Shalom Dear ones,
I'm so glad to see Thee returned so quickly with the new month! Knowing I have to be out of the house for so long tomorrow
and the necessary respite when I get back home, I got up early and resolved to focus on " Prince of Thebes" until
I couldn't go any further. It allowed me to complete Chapter 6 and begin Chapter 7, three-quarters of the way through the
novel. I must admit I expected to
have more of a conversation between Marva and the little girl next door, but when Gary unexpectedly opened up to Heidi, I
simply wentwith it. I love being able to weave in small verisimilitude's into the story, to help to ground it, and
I've made a conscious decision not to stress medications, treatments or event he specific aliment that keeps causing her strokes.
I want to keep it as universal as possible, since sickness isn't the focus of the spirit, but family and Spirituality are!
I ran out of bread, but I have enough "Krustz"
mix left for a single waffle, with peanut butter. Something warm in the tummy while the chicken breasts to cook. I'm going
to quit buying the 'cracked wheat' bread from the discount center. The last three loafs were stale and three of these loaves
were undercooked! It isn't worth wasting grocery money for something unpleasant!
The sun came out half-heartedly but enough to allow me a measure of mobility, and contrary soul that I am, I sat all day for
as long as possible so I could record the images taking root in my heart. I really like the new title, but as I'm about to
delve into the Bible for verses in Chapter Seven, I am more and more uncomfortable with the apparent reference to Ancient
Egypt, so I'm going back to the initial title and hope I don't annoy those of you who are attempting to read the story! Then
when I have that paperwork caught up, I'm going back to "Majesty." I had planned to continue the footnotes past
Chapter Seventeen but I used up more of my strength then I imagined, so I'm going back to Bethlehem on the ever of the Triumphant
Entry and see if the quiet talk between Hilkiah and Jesus can be fitted into a 1500 word story? Don't know, but I'm going
to try. Tomorrow I get to stock up on feed again.
Hurray! But I still have paperwork to get done, so I'd better peck away at it! The hours and days...even weeks...fly by so
quickly! Bye for now, Asia
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Friday, 3rd of February 2012
4:30 pm PST OMG! I can barely move! Somebody
stuck me in quick-set cement when I finally laid down, but it was SO worth it!! Shalom
Dear Ones, I'm thrilled! Words and thoughts whiz past
me but most of them just break through the butterfly net I'm trying to use to capture them and just keep on going. 28% of
my new Readers book marked the site. Canada is back! What a relief! Someone already checked out the new Collection I just
put together at 3:30 this morning when I couldn't sleep for writing the site in my head, and I wish I could get this elephant
off my chest!!! Got most of my shopping done and was home a
little after noontime, when it was all I could do to aim toward the bed. Two strangers so graciously put the stuff up on the
counter for me, and another man came from behind me and helped to place the bags in my cart. I had no strength in my hands
or arms? It was just a day touched with the magic of wonderful people, starting off when Frank was so kind to chat with me
as I waited for the Van to arrive. - - Cat is favoring his left paw-I hope I didn't land on him when I was sleeping!!! It started when I realized "When My Journey Ends.." wasn't going to
bear another three chapters to be a full-sized novel. By avoiding going into details about the disease, treatment, and meds...I
lost those chapters. When Heidi talked with Gary instead of her, I lost another half-chapter of Marva talking with the
next door neighbor's little girl, but each book has a pulse and a rhythm of its own, so I made the best of it by 'shortening'
it to a seventy-page 'short story" rather than pad for another five for a Novella, or nine for a novel. Then I saw that
as a short story, it linked well to others I've written recently, or plan to write, so "Increments of Infinity"
came into being, and someone has already checked it out??? Too cool!
I wrote down the intro to "Echoes of a Distant Summer" that plagued my attenemps to sleep this morning, but I'm
simply too numb, for lack of a better word. Every movement is like I'm pushing against the out going tide and I don';t hut,
I'm simply pain. Does that makes sense? Probably now. But it describes how I'm feeling. I'm just going to do a little paperwork
to avoid the ache in my oints [despite the lovely sunlight tody] and enjoy the fact that I don't have to go back out again
until Monday! I know Cat will be pleased. We have a room-by-room building wide inspection Thursday and Friday, so I may just
schedule a ride for both days and just chalk it uo to 'beginning of the month madness'. I still have my missed doctor's appointment,
pick up my meds, return the wrong test strips they gave me, a blood test where I walk home seven blocks [downhill] and two
more grocery runs, so it's not like I'm going to be staying home much until a week after Shiloh's birthday anyhow.... I'm feeling like a cushion spring in a sofa being sat down on by a morbidly
obese man, but I'll spring back tomorrow...or with my luck late tonight...and the simply jopy of watching my dreams turn into
the sunlight to catch the wind against the sails is all that I need to accept skimming the surface for a few hours while I
rest. I'm so grateful thee stopped by an I hope whoever read
the brand new 1500 Word story I wrote yesterday, "Up to Jerusalem", enjoyed it as muh as I did getting it into the
proper format!!! GOD bless Thee, the ones you love and all the noble dreams that inspire you to press on!!! A
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Tuesday, February 7th, 2012
5 pm Shalom.
I've ached all day, shuffled around on an agonizing knee, and coughed and grumped unthankfully through a lovely, sunshiny
day of Almost Spring...so where's the snow? I've churlishly spat at GOD like a frightened kitten, alienated Cat- he's avoiding
me, and generally had to push myself with Titanic effort to slop into the next moment, and I wouldn't change it for the world!
Yesterday was one of those rare, once-in-a-lifetime gifts that make being alive worth it! And I walked till I couldn't walk
any more. And as night falls, and my blood sugars, I am slipping into a place where I know I lack only two more heinous chores
for tomorrow's inspection [each room] and I am beginning to see ground level only a foot or so above my head. A definite improvement!
I could not force myself to even look at the new story.
I ended up spending the entire morning working on The Character Website because I could focus on the task at hand but I only
had to deal with what was in front of me. Then I stopped at three O'Clock and channel surfed when even Bob Ross couldn't soothe
me and I came across the last few minutes of Doctor Phil. Without warning the blunt truth he was sharing in a forthright and
compassionate manner took up raw edges of things from the time I was their age to thatmoment in time, and
they merged into one fabric. I wish I was a better writer, to share what I'm feeling! The peace and compassion that
comes to share with me as I pray, having pushed everything clamor and self-hating knife twist aside, came into the place where
I was sitting, watching something so old to me, and so new to them. I KNOW I'm under attack from Hell, I know that I'm
on a verge of blockbuster miracle in my life, because the pattern is always the same. ONlY now, I've learned that I have to
take steps to be ready to receive it, or the blessings will just wash past me into an infinite Sea. So I turned on the computer, let Cat sleep, and once I'd chosen a template
and an opening...I washed the dishes and set out supper. I've tried washing off this new hand lotion but it's sunk into my
skin. By His grace, the effect of the scent is wearing off and I haven't had a migraine form so I know I'm being protected,
if not babied. Watching those two girls, so much still in high school despite the fecundity of their bodies, I see that
being babied DOES harm. For them, or me. I've had to be my own parent today, now I'm free to just be me again, as I complete
the necessary tasks, realizing that THAT is the theme I want for the story....I can do nothing about Iran or the threat of
nuclear weapons on the USA next month, I can't crawl under a rock, I can't leap forward into a time that isn't yet mine. I
am in the same place my young heroine is in, despite the fifty-plus years difference in our ages, and that is why I want to
write the story. I 'Need' to write a Novella, so I can complete a collection, I 'Need' to finsih the book I'm writing
before I turn to a new project, I need to be true to the slight touch of life impregnated in the story idea that timidly tugged
at my heart. I need to rejoice in my GOD who kept my circumstances in place so I could heal yet anothe piece of the life I
will yiled up as I step into Eternity. I need to share, even knowing that others are looking over my shoulder to mock and
to judge. We determine our lives by the needs we harbour, permit and devlop.
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Wednesday, February 8th, 2012
6 pm PST Shalom Dear Ones, Got
a hundred-and-twenty two hits! And the Kim Steven's Teen books 'discovered'???
Either the drunks were quiet last night, or I slept right through it? Not Surprisingly, I woke up an early early this morning
and got the last few little tasks accomplished before Inspection day. I heard them on the floor twice but I guess my number
didn't come up yet. I'm out of bread, so I have to go out tomorrow, maybe I'll miss seeing them? The house smells so nice
from the sage and oregano I boiled with the chicken that I went straight to sleep as soon as I laid back down with Cat this
afternoon. This morning was a different story! I went back to bed
for an hour and Cat immediately tunneled for 'his' place under "the blankie" at the crook of my knees where the
heater blows straight across him. I really had a difficult time getting him moved tonight, so I could get up. The cold is
seeping through the pores of the window. I miss the little oil heater but it finally went out. If it wasn't bright sunshine
today like the day before, it wasn't rain or snow either, and I had my back to the window, or slept, so it wouldn't have mattered,
it was still cozy and calm. When I got back up this
morning I could barely move!!!! I felt frozen in place and about as slow moving as a glacier! But I tackled one of the stories
and developed the character list, then took it on line and got it set up. By the time I looked up, it was too late for Perry
Mason at Noon so I just finished what I started (and I ate my veggies tonight, what a good little adult I am....) But that
same theme seeped into the story line I got written for "Echoes" and I haven't even come near the scene the Dream
Machine gave me over the week end! But I sure felt a lot better! It was so sweet and calm to wake and find Cat asleep, listening
to the sounds of light traffic from the street below and realize how blessed I am today! I saw a great 1930's style movie
with "Castle" Monday night, a remarkable and thoughtful 200th Episode on NCIS with Mark Harmon and his People last
night, and I laid there, contentedly stretched out under the woolen blankie wishing I didn't have to move at all! If my mother is alive, which I doubt, she was twenty-four when we
came alone, today would be her birthday. No, I
guess there isn't anything more that I want to add to that, so while Cat heads up to 'his' chair with a full tummy, I'll just
sign off and go check out the yellow, electronic cat on WORD and see what sprawls out?
In deepest cointentment, I sign off for now, your sister in the Risen Christ,
Asia
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Thursday , February 9th, 2012
9:45 pm PST Shalom my Dear Ones,
I'm so excited to see the Visitor from South Korea after a couple of years absence; I wish I could tell if it was the same
person or not, but some things I'll just have to accept on faith. I woke very sick, with a fever that seems to be ebbing,
I know I'm starting to feel a little better, by His Grace. As soon as I went downstairs I came in contact with someone wearing
a perfume that ignited a day long migraine, my second in three days, so today was a struggle that will make me appreciate
the good days with greater gratitude! It was a
struggle as the one eclectic cart open to me at the grocery store broke, and I nearly did. Then I simply shouldered the fact
that good and bad happens to everybody, and not surprisingly, things started to get better...attitude is everything! People
I've only met on the most surface of levels reached out to me and really helped me along! I'm so grateful to the LORD for
that! Then Shay, at Starbucks had a couple moments free and she came over to tell me she'd gone on line to read the book "A
Necessary Portal" where I had the permission to use her name? What writer worth their salt doesn't want to hear an enthusiastic
review from someone who's opinion really matters?!!? I was still being leveled by the pain, but who cares? It will probably
take me three days to get my head un-swelled enough to fit in the doorway without having to turn sideways. There is even the
possibility that my book will be brought to the attention of a publisher? Who knows where that might lead???? Just as I was getting off the elevator, I walked right into the inspection
group. My room cleared and it seemed okay? At least the inspection was done by a pleasant person, that I know. I gave Cat
a bite of wet food and laid down for five hours....I could reach up and rub the underside of an earthworm, but that's still
a lot better than when I laid down...I've taken off 'The Underside of the Leaf"...I didn't expect so many feelings to
be dredged up and I don't feel well enough to work on the poetry, so I'm going to call today a sick day and let it go at that.
It's only half true-I think today tuned into 'well day'' because I'm shaking off the bug that's been plaguing me all week,
and I still have the lab work and my doctor's visit next week, so this is going to stay a busy month, fever or not.... It's funny...once I simply made up my mind that " Echoes of a Distant
Summer " was going to be a short story- which turned out to be the title of a published book pretty much dumping the
whole idea in the trash for me anyhow, I realized it didn't have to be a sixty-page-short-story so I put aside throwing the
pot, where I was going to look at the insights more closely, wrapped it up and had to get up out of bed three hours later
because I'd LEFT OUT the very Dream Machine Insight that sparked the book?....It feels ODD to have no ideas in mind, except
maybe sleeping and getting over this cold....I feel "rotten all under" but even if I had a time
machine I wouldn't change Sunday! Think I'll just
grap a late night snack and get to bed, tomorrow will be here soon enough and I have to look and see the ages of the characters
from "Sumner Hildago" who ill be in the Granddaughter's Book....of...whatever.... Stay well, stay a blessing, thanks for stopping by tto read
this! A
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Friday, February 10th, 2010 11 am PST
Shalom Dear Ones,
I am so grateful to be home today, and all week-end. The first ten days of February have been an extraordinary time of writing
and visiting and unfortunately, fighting the weather. But I feel great today-if only in comparison.  I got a 1500 Word story written and a short story, "Echoes of a Distant Summer" ~ Which unfortunately
turned out to be the name of a published novel, that really put the kebosh on continuing the story...But Shiloh is in
my lap and he's been ' a love bug' all morning, I guess he's buttering me up because his birthday is mid month? I'll probaly
take the rest of the day off just doing paperwork but I wanted to touch bases and tell you how much I enjoy your coming here.
Stay well, be a blessing, as Thee are to me! respectfully,
A
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Saturday, February 11th, 2011 6:30 pm PST I
had a heart “wobble” early this morning but I felt it coming on for the last three days. When it was done, I felt
“halved” and strangely drained. Even though I brought up the website I was too drained to work on it. All day
I’ve simply done what was needed in that moment, which is so unlike the way I usually live. We made
it through the inspection, it turned out to be a pleasant experience, but I was feeling so funky I kept pushing Cat away.
he ended up with intense diarrhea and puked up all three meals on the carpet before he just kept his distance from me…Now
he’s understandably hungry and we both finally slept…in one another’s arms. Then I felt well enough to
make lunch and sleep for a couple of hours. As I woke slowly to the ending of this precious Shabbat, I had an almost spiritual
encountered with Anamosa in 1917 and I knew EXACTLY how I was going to write the book! She has been a part of me since Big
Ed started to call me that when I was eleven. It’s time to tell her story!….and with it. another piece of mine!
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She waited in the shadows of the sacred rocks where she’d slept last night with only a blanket and her thoughts
to protect her against the high desert cold; her soul reaching back the thousands of years her people and her people’s
people had been coming to Lake Lahotan to honor the Sacred Enigma which had formed them from the dust of the earth. She knew
the people at the ranch under her care had no comprehension for what she felt as she looked about the high bounders and jagged
shoulders of earth and rock that held her in place no matter how far, how deep or how wide her imagination soared in this
special place of creation but she also knew she couldn’t explain it to them or share it with them, as deeply as she
respected their commitment to the ranch, to each other, to the Nation they were conscious of forming. It was something deeper
than sinew or bone, something of the Life Force that animated and linked all created things that were of its bond. All things
created by the Great Mystery and almost against her will she wondered if her White portion wasn’t at war with her real
self, just as they were constantly at war with Nature? Attempting to dominate it, control it, alter it, shape it. Without
any innate sense of belonging to it other than a brutish sense a cow or a sheep had when it was brought to the land. And she
despised herself for being so unkind, when the spirit of her long dead Grandmother Speckled Bird spoke to it to shape with
it, to grow stronger with it, and in time, shape it to the true vision inherent in the Land, and in the People, whom the Whites
now mocked contemptuously and condemned as ‘savage’ and ‘brutish’ through they lived in harmony with
the land since before the times of the oldest Grandfathers, though they pushed and shoved and jostled between themselves like
yearly buffalos seeking to claim the largest portion…in these they were as soulless as the ones who pushed them off
the land! Savagery won for a time, but it left scars and she was seeing that all too clearly as control of the Ranch remained
on her shoulders for the day, or the evening, but in the morning’s light another man would arrive, look around and see
her in fringed skirts and attempt to wrest it from her again, no matter how right to the land by blood and breadth.
As the sun rose, she stepped away from the sacred pictures and their lost meanings and stared at the rim of bright
yellow lighting the crimson clouds left over by absorbing the morning’s dew.
“ Today is the first day of a New Year, Great One. I now possess eighteen summers and I must
find a mate worthy of the task my Father left to me. I humbly ask Your Help and guidance in this difficult task; for you see
into places I cannot see, and you light the darkness even as the sun chases away the shadows from the spider’s liar
in the rocks. I ask this one thing, knowing full well you will give it to me if I keep a pure heart. “
A bird began to sing its territorial claim with the rising of the sunlight and she allowed her hands to drop to he
side, but her mind took flight, and as an Eagle she soared high over the lands claiming them anew with a fierceness of love
that she’d never known before. The wild and the free, the free running and the dry creek, the tree which bowed its head
with great age before the searing winds, the tiny blades of grass growing up from the lightening scorched earth and she was
briefly one with them, and she knew to the depths of her Being that The Great Mystery had heard her plea and judged her worthy,
and Anamosa bowed her head, humbled with tears of joy. - “
The two brindles calved last night. Painter got one of them, but I brung the other one in. “
“ Thank you, Travis. “ She agreed with a slight nod, looking over
the empty yard before she dismounted. She felt ‘halved’ some how when she wasn’t on the back of a good horse.
But at the every least, she was certainly shorter. Only five foot tall in her stocking feet. “As wiry as barbed wire’
the boys in the Bunkhouse used to tease her. - -
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Monday, February 13th, 2012 11 am
PST Shalom Dear ones,
I got my days mixed up. Today is "Presidents` Day" so Shiloh got his birthday present a couple days early - since
it was a pinch of catnip and some deli sliced roast beef, he isn't complaining....Got an email from a good friend and two
Countries while I was on my enforced two-day 'vacation', Mexico and The Russian Federation, all of which makes me very excited
to be back at the keyboard to write the new story 'Anamosa' [White Fawn]. I have to
go for a blood test early tomorrow, which will steal much of the day but I don't have to go to the doctors until next week.... Thank heavens for indoor plumping and indoor phones! I just fought
off Cat [no more Cat Nip for you, Guy!!!] and got my week scheduled on the phone...I go for a blood test tomorrow,
on Thursday I go to the Pharmacy and rescheduled my pick-up for the restaurant across the parking lot since "Old Country
Buffet" closed down without warning two days after I switched pharmacies...sigh...and I wanted to go to Value Village
on Saturday, but now suddenly I'm looking at a busy work week...glad I already got the kitchen floor mopped! I'm tired just
looking at what I have ahead! Let's start with the moment that is... Anamosa just opened up her story at sun rise on
January First, Nineteen Seventeen....that'sa good place to start any new day!
A
2:30 pm In watching Antiques
Roadshow, sometimes the family story doesn't match what really happened? So... since I know Anamosa is now going to get to
meet Sumner Hildgo's grandson who will be intimidated by the portrate of Paul Lee McWhorter and everyone in the family has
their favorite "Paul Lee Story" to tell ....why not go back to one of the later books and pull out the actual story
and included that juxtaposed against the version now being told? Only the Reader wll see the difference....never tried that
before? It made me push Cat out from under the covers cause I had to come write it!!!!
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2012 4:45
pm HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHILOH! In going over the new idea of placing cowboy terms [that will be used in the text] and
the WWI News at the top of the chapter since my initial decision to make it the twelve months for the expected twelve chapters
is having an unexpected effect on the story now being told, I'm delighted at the way integrating the actual past - then showing
how if differs from Family History - is proving a fresh and innovative idea, introducing the Reader to stories they might
never guess existed within the series if this is the first or only Paul Lee McWhorter Western Life Book they have encountered.Having
said that, it is as challenging to find pieces that actually fit the new story, so I doubt I will repeat this experiment!
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" Sarah Besieger's 'Shadow Sarah' " and " The
Dark Knight " February 16th,
2012 Cat woke me
from a sound sleep by touching his claws into my hand so I'd left the 'blankie" and allow him to go under to his accustomed
place at the crook of my knees when I sleep during sunlight. It shocked me awake and I stood on the threshold of that moment,
the image vividly seared into my consciousness! Part Wendy in "Peter Pan", sewing Peter's shadow to his feet so
it couldn't run away, part "Nardia's Closet", part the horror of JR Rowlin's televised comments that she 'intended'
Harry and the other children to 'grow up and the stories become darker', I was saddened with an adult's bittersweet awareness
of truth. A Child's imagination is the greatest gift, after innocence, which is corrupted necessarily by the demands of growing
up and providing for oneself. FEBRUARY 2012 READ 9:30 pm PST I
have just 'Googled' "The Dark Knight" and came up with the Batman movie, but I don't think anyone's going
to mistake my children's book for a Batman theme, so I'm comfortable with going ahead, unlike "Echoes of a Distant Summer"
which ended up being a novel; title already published. I've been giving serious thought to rewriting my "Celery the Dragon"
Story, even though the characters and initial theme are protected under copyright. And perhaps move forward with "Anna
Rebbecca" which I shared with another writer because I lacked the confidence to write it myself. I kept back "The
Winds of Marchand" for myself, and I'm about to google that, just toi be sure, but getting Teen Reader's this early in
the year has made me feel that this summer I'd like to retry "Treasures of the HART" and perhaps spend the summer
doing the books that started me in witting/ You think?
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Children's Imagination
Destination " Sarah Besieger's
'Shadow Sarah' " February 16th,
2012 Cat woke me
from a sound sleep by touching his claws into my hand so I'd left the 'blankie" and allow him to go under to his accustomed
place at the crook of my knees when I sleep during sunlight. It shocked me awake and I stood on the threshold of that moment,
the image vividly seared into my consciousness! Part Wendy in "Peter Pan", sewing Peter's shadow to his feet so
it couldn't run away, part "Nardia's Closet", part the horror of JR Rowlin's televised comments that she 'intended'
Harry and the other children to 'grow up and the stories become darker', I was saddened with an adult's bittersweet awareness
of truth. A Child's imagination is the greatest gift, after innocence, which is corrupted necessarily by the demands of growing
up and providing for oneself. FEBRUARY 2012 READ ♣ " The Dark Knight " A young girl in Victorian Era Scotland active imagination is spurred when her Uncle moves into her father's house at his prolonged absence when
she and her sister seem to be the only ones to see 'The Dark Knight' haunting the edges of their land, even when vaguely disturbing
events begin to escalate without explanation! . February 16th, 2012
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Friday, February 17th, 2012
3:30 pm PST Shalom My Dear Ones,
I am absolutely thrilled to the bursting point by 200 bookmarks this week, by five of my teen books being read by multiple
Readers and my brand new Western "Anamosa" having several people follow it on a daily basis even though it must
be frustrating to watch a work being built in such small increments! As I was reading "April 1917"
I realized I was confused about Dereck's lineage, and if I'M confused and I wrote it, I could only imagine what a Reader
was asking! So I put in the one piece of information that somehow got left out, about Easu Yachecumi and his sons and grandsons
being shot at while they tried to work the cattle for Anamosa - it kind of makes more sense if you know why they stopped -
then I worked on unraveling the parentage from Becka Fosse to her daughter Birdiie, to Dereck...whom Anamosa always pictured
as returning to help her run the ranch after he returned from the War in France and got married a local girl...
then I tried not to intrude as Matt Jones realized he was falling in love with her, even though he's been
raised to scorn his one-quarter Indian blood, and since I've done all the paperwork for the new stories after I get this one
finished, I sorta stood there and said, "What now" ????
That was when I remembered that I wanted her to focus on the horses and the remainder of the Ranch under her control since
I know her Uncle Sumner will soon return, highlighting the Inn that Maggie Beth runs on th property, which has been pretty
much ignored to this point, and that Derek will return from War seriously wounded...so this isn't enough...oh no...not for
me...sigh...I pulled my usual stunt and she found a wild horse dying from a difficult labour...will I ever learn???? Never
mind, that's a rhetorical question! Life happens. It should in books too...sigh... Speaking of which I've had to scehdule time out of the house for
three extra days this week - I get a chance to go get a new walker, I've wore this one out...but seeing how many people are
enjoying the story with me, I'm going to focus on writing Annie's story while I am home. Which might not hurt to start doing
as soon as I get back from a quick trip to 'the litle room' and another cupp'a Joe to start the next trip! I'm so excited
to see the new stories are being acepted so well, but then, I've always owrked better when I had a deadline. It will be Shabbot in a couple of hours, so I'd better
quit playing around, as much as I enjoy talking with Thee. Have a blessed day! Stay well! Respectfully, Asia Cohen [Shiloh is alseep in 'his' chair
beside my desk, but I'll send his 'regards' for him.] 
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