In the frozen north, a quiet takeover has begun.
OCCUPIED ALASKA
Book release May 8th
Posts by Dr. Holly A. Bell
If you’ve ever wondered what it was like to own and maintain an RV, stay tuned to the Artemis mission.
Betty has completed her pool and spa inspection. I hate when she clicks her pen and writes on her little clipboard.
Proof you can just do things.
Not singing karaoke, doing an interview about my upcoming novel. But more on that in a few weeks.
I’m honored to be awarded Bronze in the Royal Palm Literary Awards for my latest manuscript Occupy Alaska.
I am excited to announce that my latest novel “Occupy Alaska” is a finalist in the Royal Palm Literary Awards in the Unpublished-Suspense category.
In 1999, I was sitting with journalists and CIA analysts at a conference celebrating intelligence at the end of the Cold War. As the future of conflict was discussed, I said the next BIG war would be economic, not military, and it would be with China. They looked at me like I had rocks in my head.
How I’m dressing for the tariffs.
Re-papered the speaker on the 1947 Bendix radio and it works great. Takes a minute to warm up though. The song playing on the radio is closer in time to 1947 than today 🤯
The greatest threat to the global economy is the day Americans realize they don’t need all that crap they’ve been ordering online.
Good Morning.
Periodic reminder: No manuscript or screenplay is ever finished, it is merely abandoned. You could revise forever.
#1stLinePit Kate tumbled into the international terminal at Dulles, dazed and frayed at the edges as if dropped from a passing storm. She staggered to a chair, folding one leg beneath her as she slouched into the seat like a crumpling origami crane. #WIP #A #T
Life leads—you follow—swept along by its whims.
Lucy’s life had gone sideways.
“And here we are,” she sighed, surrendering to the currents that had brought her to this point, carrying her as aimlessly as the ice floes drifting below her in the Arctic Ocean. #1stLinePit #Q #A #LF #M
Suffering through another Florida sunset.
You know a regime is bad when the entire world sees a terrorist organization march in, shrugs, and says, “County’s yours, try not to be too big of a dick.”
Just tattled on the granddog who was eating the tart. She has no regrets.
I was directed toward a three pound bag of tortilla chips on top of the fridge in a take it or leave it tone of voice. I sighed and rolled my eyes before stomping out.
At what point do I wander into the kitchen and whine for a snack?
The kids are not letting us help in the kitchen so we’ve been sent to go quietly watch TV. The roles have reversed.
Hello from here.
Anxiously awaiting the rising tensions caused by tomorrow’s appliance failures.
Hello from here.
Granddog: Where have you been? I’ve seen things. We need to talk.
Shout out to the guy at the Orlando Airport in the Cookie Monster fleece 🫡
Good morning from the airport.