20 minutes: How long it takes to drive from my house to the border of Washington, DC...7: Number of days I spent on my staycation.
Two nights. Two musicals. Two very different experiences. This made for one interesting weekend.
My first and last loves were both named Neil. And this weekend I got to see my first one again - Neil Diamond. To understand why he's my first love, I'd have to take you back when I was 5-years-old traveling across the country for a summer in a van.
Some books just stick with you, for whatever reason. Sometimes it's not even because they are particularly amazing. It's just that something about them lodges in your brain like the lyrics to some random song and never leaves. So as my 10 for Tuesday, here are 10 books I read a long time ago, but still think about often and I can't seem to get out of my head.
If you are a metaphorical frequent flier on my blog, you know that I am a frequent flier in the skies. And this week I jetted off again. This time to Atlanta, with my book in tow as always because it's fun to take a shot or two of the city I'm visiting with it if I can...
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending time with my very sweet, very well-read, very amusing and very teenage "niece," Emma. (She's also a budding musician/poet.) What does this have to do with T-shirt Tuesday? Well, during the visit I got to get a glimpse into her world and this...
I recently wrote a blog post on my characters favorite books and the books they secretly love (eg, book guilty pleasure). It was fun so I want to do a variation on the theme. This time it's my characters favorite songs and the songs they secretly love but don't want to admit to anyone. (You know, like you secretly love Dancing Queen but won't admit it.)
All right, admittedly it appears delving into music might stretch the limits of a blog about writing and books. On top of that, I’m also connecting it to my Halloween countdown theme (night #6). Have I gone crazy? Not yet. I don't think. Stay with me, because I’m going to bring it all together. I promise. Let’s start with Bob Dylan.
K.L. Kranes 