(I'm in travel reminiscence mode at the moment for some reason)

We camped at Onion Creek, among cypress trees just down from the falls. While we put up our tent, the five lads on the site next to ours battled with theirs. They acted like they knew what they were doing, all the while...

'I'm having a good time... but I want to come home...'

So said the words on the postcard that dropped through my letter box this morning. The postcard was from Bear and clearly it was a cry for help. I read it through again slowly.

'Hi Mum and Vicci,' she began and I could easily...

What’s the Point?

Does humor have to be original to be funny? Does it have to witty, cute, slapstick, or subtle? Does it have to be in English? (That helps in this country since I never did understand French cartoons.) Anyway, I have to say no to all those things. Humor simply has to...

I am a reluctant blogger. Anyone who has ever clicked my link to CindyLou to You know I haven't updated in months. Months, bordering on a year, months. So what brings me out tonight? I'll tell you. The Query. You know the one. You have The Project. You know The Agent. It's a match made in heaven...