Libby Drew

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you so much! Your comments always bring a smile to my face.

Thank you for sticking with it and for all the comments. Much appreciated!

CMU is Carnegie Mellon. And it is mega impressive. I think Michael will be fine, though. ☺️ Thank you for reading. I always appreciate your feedback. And vacation was lovely, thank you. 🥰

You are welcome. Thanks for reading and, as always, for all the feedback.

Thank you for reading. 🥰

That's a ton of upheaval and distress in a short period of time. You are probably correct in thinking that more change is around the corner. It usually is. You are giving yourself some closure in relation to your father in a very brave way. It's hard to let go of a child's anger. Good luck.

In the last thirty years many men have entered nursing, so how has that changed the profession? What have been the experiences of both men and women and how has it benefited the profession? This is the sort of information I would have been looking for/expected in such a book. So, yeah, for me that's a miss. Thanks for the review.

Life: We arrived home last night after a two-week vacation. It was a working vacation, but still. I feel that two weeks is too long to be away. I missed my dogs, my bed, my morning coffee on the back deck… all the things. I don’t mind travel, even for work, but I’m always happy to come home. I didn’t always feel this way. I used to wander all over the place and was famous for taking off for faraway places without a passing thought to an itinerary. So I guess people do change. Writing: What is it about the last 10-15 thousand words of a novel that is so freaking hard? It should be the easiest. Plot momentum is strong. The turning point is imminent. Tension is through the roof. Why can’t I nail the climax? It’s the most frustrating kind of writer’s block, because it’s not a question of direction. I know where the story’s going. I know it down to the last detail. I simply can’t write it to my satisfaction. Every. Single. Time. Favorite breakfast on vacation!

Michael rolled into the museum’s parking lot, shutting off the headlights before they swept over the second-floor windows. Dark came early this time of year. Only six o’clock, yet the gray sky was rolling over to black. Eric’s jeep was in its usual space, the only car in the lot. Like every other night these past two weeks, Michael sat for several minutes while the truck idled, feeling relatively safe from discovery in the near dark. And like every other evening, his courage melted away as

Yum!

Love, love, love this book.

A likely story.

It was just a couple of weeks ago we spoke about CJ and future collaborations. I simply can't believe it. It doesn't feel real. My heart goes out to all his friends and family. To say he was loved and will be missed is a tremendous understatement. I am so grateful to have known such a great man. Rest in peace.

By mid-November, there was no beauty left in Hickory. Only the old oaks still held their leaves—brown, withered husks that rustled in the wind. The rest of the trees were bare sticks pointing to a perpetually gray sky. The rain turned cold and biting, two or three degrees shy of being able to crystallize into snowflakes. Instead of covering the landscape in a white blanket, it turned roads into rivers and unpaved surfaces into mud puddles. He got regular views of the outside world these day

I'm on vacation. Currently floating in the pool sipping an aperol spritz. It might be my third of the afternoon. I'm not counting. Didn't even have internet until this morning. The lovely Cia posted Paradox Lost for me on Saturday.

The only thing that comes in my mailbox these days are bills. So I can't say it's worth your time, in all honesty.

I agree, and he knows it too. Inertia is difficult to overcome.

This is a old photo, taken from Forbes before it was demolished, with the Cathedral of Learning in the background. Forbes Field was on Forbes Avenue. These days, the area that used to be Forbes Field is part of the University of Pittsburgh. Here is a pic of the Commons Room in the Cathedral of Learning. Truly magnificent.

He sat on the idea for several days, and would’ve procrastinated longer if keeping his distance from Eric hadn’t been so hard. He wanted to be ready with his answer when they saw each other again. At the very least, he needed to be leaning in one direction or the other. But whenever he turned his brain to the idea, it flooded with a dozen impossible complications. By Friday his yearning for Eric sent him heading southwest, away from temptation, traveling the familiar route to Pittsburgh. Hi

I'm equal parts intrigued and... intrigued.

Those scare me.

No matter how popular or well beloved a fictional series may be...an author can ruin the emotional effect and lessen its overall impact if they’re not careful, and that’s going to waste soooo much of your previous hard work and all the time you put in to make it something special. I mean... I quoted this line because it jumped out at me early, but frankly this whole article is gospel. And also so relevant for a community (or individual) that enjoys, even relies, on serial fiction to any extent. Of course everybody would love to see their favorite characters over and over, but at some point, they need to lie down. A solid, satisfying ending will, in fact, inflate how much they're loved in the long run. As well as preserve the quality of their story (and your writing) as a whole.

Wow, you are moving right along on this! Of course, I can't confirm or deny any of your guesses. But you definitely have a handle on where things are going. Thanks for all the comments!

True facts. Now... I wonder if Michael will listen to his heart or his head...?