I have perused every sentence in my novel, FOR LOVE OF HANNAH, checking each word to be as sure as I can everything is correct, utilizing three editing programs, which don’t agree about the same correction.  That’s been fun and frustrating.  Question for all three, can’t you agree when to use a comma?  And why haven’t you been coded to know, IT’S means IT IS?  No, they can’t manage to do it for some unknown reason.  I have done the best I can to produce a clean, error-free manuscript.  I am declaring Hannah at last finished.  Now, I am praying hard, to find an agent who will believe in my writing as much as I do.  I don’t claim to be the best, but I am far from being the worst writer.  Pray, I succeed in my quest.  To all those individuals who are praying for the same thing, my prayers for your success are with you. 

Rain, at last, arrived here today.  It has been dry for the last couple of weeks.  Sister has had to water the garden several times.  But those tomato plants keep on producing big juicy red and yellow tomatoes.  The yellow ones are milder and not as acidic.  The beefsteak tomatoes are delicious.  Soon, the garden will die and winter will arrive.  We have four more days of hot weather predicted before cooler temperatures blow in.  On the news tonight it appears as if winter has already arrived in Montana.  I hope we have a mild one this year, but doubt that will happen.  Oh well, you can’t control the weather.  

I bumped the back of my left hand last week and also had a cut on the wrist.  Last Friday, when I awoke, my left hand was badly swollen, hot and red.  I went to the doctor and found out I had cellulitis of the hand.  I’m on an antibiotic, and my hand is much better.  My left fingers were swollen, and it was difficult to use them, so no typing except with my right hand.  All is better, thank you. I was going to post a picture, but, believe me, you don’t want to see it.

A new week lies ahead.  Everyone have a great one and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.



Sister made her salsa the other day.  All morning she cleaned various types of peppers, onions, and other vegetables which go into the mix.  She was smart this year and purchased a 102-ounce can of diced tomatoes to use instead of having to peel those we’d picked and then chop them.  It worked out great.  That afternoon, she cooked everything in a large pot until it had thickened.  She had to boil the jars and lids in another container to sterilize them.  After all that, she filled the jars while I put the lids on for her.  Once that is done, the filled jars have to be put in boiling water for fifteen minutes, taken out of the water and we wait to see if the lids pop to indicate the salsa is good to store.  Otherwise, that jar will go in the fridge to be eaten.  Of course, it’s all to be eaten, but not immediately.  After all that work, Sister had eight pints and four half-pints of salsa.  As for me, that’s too much work for such a little outcome.  The grocery store sells a large variety of salsa.  That works for me.  But, fresh garden grown tomatoes are wonderful. 

The last few mornings here in Ohio have been cool.  The trees are changing more each day.  The red and yellow leaves are carried by the breeze all over the yard and porch.  Even the air smells different.  Yesterday the temperature remained low enough we turned off the air conditioning and opened the doors and window to let the fresh air inside.  Tonight the low is sixty-one and tomorrow night, fifty-one.  Crazy. 

So far, and thank you, God, the fur babies all seem to be in good shape.  Well, except Pyewacket.  He eats too fast and sometimes upchucks, which he did at five o’clock this morning.  I’m a light sleeper so heard him immediately and got out of bed to clean up the mess before going back to bed.  My poor baby.  Sister says that what happens when you have a bunch of children, human or fur babies.  I love them just as much as if they were human.  They are my children, and I take good care of each one, and I’m very protective of them. 

Thank God, I’m coming to the end of editing FOR LOVE OF HANNAH.  I’ve not progressed as fast as I wanted due to unavoidable interruptions, vet visits, and doctor visits, but I am coming to the end of the book.  I am ready to go to work on THE SNATCHER or TO CATCH A DREAM, probably will work on DREAM as I’m working out all the details out on THE SNATCHER.  Whatever works is what I will do. 

Last year was not a good one for me health-wise.  That is all behind me, again thank God.  I also promised my friends at the Colorado Police Department another painting, which I haven’t done.  The canvas is primed and on my easel ready to go.  On breaks from writing, I will work on keeping my promise to my friends at the CSPD.  I have a strong urge to start painting again. 

Time to get back to work.  Everyone have a great week and weekend.  Stay safe and healthy.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.




Today at four o’clock Stanley received his last shots for his upper respiratory infection.  Dr. Akers says he should be fine.  Jodie Akers is a great vet and cares about the animals she treats.  Pyewacket is also doing well.  I needed to give him his insulin shot, but he was nowhere to be found.  The rascal was hiding under the bed. He finally came out of hiding to eat, and I gave him his shot.  So now I’m happy. He does get tired of getting stuck with a needle, poor baby.  I would too.  All the rest of my fur babies appear to be doing well this evening.  Thank you, Lord.

I am glad this week is over, and Saturday is here.  Between running the cat to the vet and me going to therapy for my back, I have been on the go all week.  I hurt my back last year, and it hasn’t been the same since.  Now the doctors tell me my low back is a mess.  I know it gives me a lot of pain to the point I have to take pills at night so that I can sleep.  I’m thinking of trying the CBD oil.  I’ve heard it helps with inflammation and pain.  I’ll let you know what I find out.  My problem is, I am always having to lift objects which do not help my back.  The lifting can’t be avoided if I want the litter box cleaned and the dirty litter taken out, plus other things which have to be done.  I have trouble standing for a long time.  But I do like a clean house.  Oh well, I will persevere.

Last night Sister and I ate a goodly portion of that two-pound tomato.  It was wonderful.  Tomorrow, she is going to make salsa with a lot of the rest we have on the kitchen table.  That should be good.  There are still so many green ones still on the plants and beginning to ripen.  Also, the green beans are still producing will have to be picked soon.  Sister blanches them and puts them in the freezer, so we have fresh green beans all winter. 

The trees have started to change colors a little here.  The mornings are cool, and you can tell fall is rushing our way.  I hope winter will not be too harsh this year.  Ohio is known for its cold winters.  I do love Colorado with its low humidity.

I have about fifty more pages to read over slowly and with care searching for errors in FOR LOVE OF HANNAH, and I am calling it finished.  I have worked hard to find the errors in my manuscript, and since I don’t have Beta readers, all I can do is try my best and pray it is enough.  Say a prayer for me and wish me luck. 

Well, I’m going to bed early and hopefully to sleep.  Everyone have a great weekend and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER. 




Like I said before, the pups got their rabies shots which will last them three years.  JoJo is doing much better.  The itching has greatly decreased, and the hives are all gone.  Pyewacket is on antibiotics for his upper respiratory infection, his ears are clean, and Dr. Ackers upped his insulin by one unit, and he is doing great.  But, boy is it fun getting that liquid antibiotic down his throat.  He doesn’t like it, but doesn’t try to scratch or bite me.  He is one good cat.  If you could have seen him last September, most people would have put him down.  I couldn’t.  He would look at me and cry as if sensing I was contemplating that very thing.  I had to give him every chance to get well, and he has bounced back, and now weighs fifteen pounds and is my big black wonderful cat.


The vet gave Stanley two antibiotic shots which are supposed to take care of his upper respiratory problem.   But, he is still sneezing and this morning threw up multiple times.  If he is not better by Monday, back to the vet he goes. 


Last night was rough.  My poor puppy Titan, for some unknown reason, developed a severe case of diarrhea.  I was up taking him outside every forty-five minutes.   To stop his runs, I gave the pup three doses of Pepto Bismol.  So I didn’t get much sleep until six–forty-five this morning and then only until nine-thirty, but the Pepto seems to have stopped the diarrhea.  I did take a nap this afternoon. 

Mortgage lifters

You would not believe the number of tomatoes on those plants. Sister is going to have to do a lot of canning or make salsa out of them because there are a lot more ready to be picked and they are delicious.  Between the tomatoes and the green beans, sister has been busy. 

Well, I worked on FOR LOVE OF HANNAH some more this afternoon.  How in the hell I missed the mistakes I am still finding is beyond me.  You would think these blasted editing programs would catch more of the errors, but no, they skip right over them.  Why am I paying for these three services, Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and Ginger,  if they can’t catch all the mistakes?  I guess the answer is simply because they can’t.  Whoever created the programs can’t write code to catch every mistake.  Oh well, I’ll keep editing line by line and do the best I can. 

Everyone have a great Sunday and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER no matter how hard things get.



Last Friday, I took the pups, Titan and JoJo, to the vet for their yearly shots of rabies and parvo.  We came home, and I thought everything was fine, but boy was I wrong.  My poor JoJo began to itch and scratch, not too badly at first.  But, as Saturday and Sunday progressed, the scratching became worse, and he had developed a large knot near his left groin area.  By Monday, the itch was driving Jo crazy, and he had developed hives.  I called the vet, but she wasn’t going to be in that afternoon.  The earliest my baby could see the vet was four this afternoon.  So, I rushed to Kroger’s and bought a bottle of children’s Benadryl.  Thank God it helped with the itching and the hives.  So far today, with another dose of Benadryl, Jo is not itching as much, but without the medication, he’d be scratching like mad, and the knot is not as large as it was before.  My Titan, thank God, has not suffered any ill effects.  I’ll post the results of the vet visit. 

Pyewacket, my black male cat, is also going to the vet to have his sugar tested.  He has diabetes and gets insulin shots each morning and at bedtime.  He was diagnosed this past year, and I feared he wasn’t going to survive.  He has bounced back and is doing great.  He is such a sweet loving cat and shows his affection to me every day.  I love all my fur babies and would miss even one of them. That is why I have Dr. Akers to keep them healthy. She is the best vet for my animals and is reasonably priced, not like a couple I called when I arrived in Mansfield.  Stanley went to the vet last Friday along with the pups.  He received two shots as he was coming down with an upper respiratory problem.  He’s still sneezing but should be okay. 


Well, the tomato plants in the garden have grown like weeds.  One plant is almost five feet tall.  All the plants are loaded with huge tomatoes.  My niece plants a couple of “Mortgage Lifters” which are large delicious tomatoes created by a man in West Virginia and are named so because he sold so many he was able to pay off his mortgage.  The tomatoes from that plant are delicious.  She also planted some beefsteak tomato plants, and they have produced a lot as well.

All I’m going to say about FOR LOVE OF HANNAH, is I’m still editing the book.  Damn, damn, damn.

Everyone have a great week and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.



The pictures on the news of the Bahamas are devastating.  I pray for those poor people who have lost everything and the helpless animals.  The area is a reminder of Hurrican Andrew and what it did to South Florida.  There but for the grace of God, could have been Florida again.  All any of can do at this stage is to keep praying and do what we can to help. 

My sister finished reading FOR LOVE OF HANNAH and says it is a good story, but she did find ERRORS, blast it all.  So I am going through the book again, line by line, to search for mistakes and to correct the ones she found.  Then I will, again, declare this novel finished.  I am trying to create a perfect manuscript, so pray I succeed.  Since TO CATCH A DREAM is so close to being completed, I’ve decided to work on that story.  The outline is done, so all I have to do is write the last part, and I’ll have two unpublished novels to peddle.


Well, the garden is doing great.  My niece has been picking green beans, and sister has been stringing them, blanching the batch and putting them in the freezer.  The tomato plants are loaded with tomatoes, but they’re still green.  I hope they ripen, but this is September, and the weather is turning cooler.  Hopefully, the fruit will turn red as my niece pulled off a lot of the leaves so the sun can reach the tomatoes. 

My little dog Titan has been digging at his left ear, so both of the pups are going to the vet today to be checked out and possibly get their shots AND the toenails clipped.  Neither of the dogs will let me cup their toenails so the vet will have to do it.  JoJo chews his claws, and now they are as sharp as a cat’s,  He can cut you with a paw if he hits you. 

Well it is a comfortable 76 degrees here today with a nice breeze. The pups have been laying on the back porch in the sun.  Now it appears it is nap time for all my critters.  Good for them, for me, back to work until time to leave for the vet.

Everyone have a great day, week and weekend.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.



Have you ever told yourself something, and wanted to believe that it was true, only to discover you have lied to yourself.  That is what happened when I posted I had finished with the editing on FOR LOVE OF HANNAH.  It was wishful thinking on my part.  When you have gone over a manuscript line by line with a ruler, six times and three times with each editing program, you would believe that all those stupid typing mistakes had been found and corrected.  SILLY ME.  I spent the month of July and a big chunk of August editing HANNAH.

And then, my other sister, who, I have to tell you, has never read a single one of my novels, offer to read FOR LOVE OF HANNAH.  Considering she is not a fan of my type of books, I was surprised.  She does not like suspense or murder stories, nor anything too sexy.  It’s not that she is a prude, just conservative.  So, I printed off a copy of the manuscript.  Wouldn’t you know it, she had read about seven or eight pages and found typing errors.  I wanted to lay down and cry.  Here I had sent the novel out to literary agents with mistakes still in what I had written.  Damn, and double damn!  What has been a surprise to me is sister does like the book, but becomes so drawn in by the storyline and action in the novel, it makes her nervous. As she told me today, as she reads,  what is happening to Hannah is happening to her.  To me, that is a huge compliment.  AND, she says it is well written and should sell, but that I do have a twisted mind to be able to dream up some of the action.  So, here I am again, going over HANNAH looking for ridiculous errors.  Oh well, a writer’s work is never done when you strive for perfection.  All you other writers out there, know that you can never do too much editing on your book. 

The last few days, the weather turned cool.  Today was wonderful.  The wind was a little strong at times and a bit chilly.  It is as if Mother Nature is telling us fall is racing in our direction with winter hard on its heel.  My sister in Kentucky, who will arrive for a visit tomorrow, says the wooly worms are predicting a hard winter.  I hope not.  When it gets cold in Ohio, it is cold, with a capital C.  I can handle cold weather when the humidity is about 15%, but not when it’s 85 or 90%.  But, as sister says, it doesn’t do any good to complain, no one can control the weather, only in the movies.

Well, it has been a long day.  Everyone enjoy the rest of the week and have a great weekend.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.