Meg Moseley has moved!
I've moved my blog, that is. I've moved to WordPress.
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I am Meg Moseley. Meg, a writer. Seeking the real God in the real world.
I've moved my blog, that is. I've moved to WordPress.
The news from Haiti is horrifying.
Labels: earthquake, Haiti
Mucking out the office is never fun, but it's done. I moved piles of useless papers into the trash. Books onto bookshelves. (Fancy that!) Notes, articles, and paperwork into files. Old manuscripts into the closet. Current manuscripts into neat stacks on the proper shelves.
Labels: Mary Roberts Rinehart, organization, typewriter, work, writing
I think I've just figured out why I love Advent more than I love Christmas.
Labels: Advent, Boar's Head Tavern, Christmas, Isaac Watts
As the weather gets colder, my thermotropic cats get friendlier. At the moment, I have one cat squeezing in beside me in the recliner and the other cat draped over the back of the chair. If I stand up suddenly, the topside cat will go flying, becoming a cat-apult. It happens fairly often and irritates her to no end.
Labels: Athol Dickson, Dean Koontz
For six days, we've been holed up in a mountain cabin with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, wishing the rain would stop. For the most part, it hasn't, so the bikes sit forlornly in a puddle while we go jaunting about in a Jeep instead. Or we stay indoors, playing card games and Scrabble. Or reading. I've been reading mostly non-fiction. Work-related books, necessary but boring.
Labels: book lists, Charles Martin, fiction, Koontz, Nemirovsky
Boy, am I bad about blogging. I admit it. I get so wrapped up in novel-writing that I forget my blog for days or weeks. Or months. Not that the world waits with bated breath for my posts, but it's a good way to stay connected with people. If you stay connected, that is.
Labels: Agnes Sparrow, fiction, Joyce Magnin