I was born and raised in Indiana, but have lived most of the last twenty-three years in the San Joaquin Valley of Central California with my husband and dwindling household of four sons.
Indiana and Central California are not much alike. Living in a desert/swamp area now, I will forever miss the dramatic summer thunderstorms and abundance of huge, green deciduous trees of Indiana. But it’s a trade off. Indiana doesn’t have mountains or the ocean.
I’ve been an artist in one form or another all my life. For many years, I mainly expressed my creativity by drawing. Eventually, I began portrait painting first in graphite and then professional-grade colored pencil, with clientele in the U.S., Europe, and the U.K. From time to time, I’ve created a living art form by maintaining flower gardens. Beading jewelery was a recent artistic endeavor. Through it all, I’ve written, whether in the form of stories, novels, journals, dream diaries, twenty-page letters, my websites, blogs, or email. I write!
Thank you for visiting my virtual space.
Interviews:
Jewelry making? I love jewelry. Do you sell it?
Kasie
We have so much in common:) When I’m not writing ‘m beadweaving.
Hi Linda,
I just discovered your blog through your comment on mine.
I love the name of your blog, and am intrigued by the titles of your postings. I liked going topicless and will be back to read more.
Glad you liked my attempts at humor, and you’re welcome to visit anytime. Join in the conversation, if you can. I hate talking to myself.
I will, but talking to yourself is also interesting.
True … at least, I get my sense of humor.
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Came right over on recommendation from Kasie!
Another blog to add to my reader
I’m also a California transplant – NYC to LA. It’s another planet. I was just thinking this morning how NYers have more in common with Londonites than Angelenos.
Kasie’s great. Glad to have you here.
Hi, nice to meet you !
Very informative blog! Kudos for the good work
Welcome to my blog, Country Man’s Wife, and thank you for reading.
Hi Linda,
Finding the time to write is probably one of the hardest thing to do, not to mention other things I enjoy doing in my busy life. This is why I bring a pen and steno pad wherever I go. It may seem strange to a lot of people, but most of our brightest ideas come to us when we are out and about, witnessing and participating in life, instead of sitting in front of a computer staring at a blank screen waiting for the creative juices to start flowing. Being a writer is spontaneity, and being able to record the thoughts, feelings, and actions at the moment’s time is what it is all about. Not later. I always like using the analogy that it is much better to eat a pizza when it’s fresh out of the oven instead of waiting thirty minutes later. I guess this is why Domino’s pizza is a great success sstory. They’re a stickler to that golden rule.
Regards,
Julius
I agree, Julius. I carry a small notebook with me at all times. And some of my best stuff comes when I’m driving, doing housework, or taking a shower.
Hi Linda! I have followed your blog for over a year and still love it, so I’ve given you the Irresistably Sweet Blog Award! Details are on my blog: http://hannahfergesen.com/2011/06/02/yay-for-blog-awards-of-the-irresistably-sweet-variety/
Thanks for being awesome!
Why, thank you, Hannah. You reminded me that I never completed remodeling my blog. I forgot to put back some things … awards, for one. I’ll get that taken care of this weekend.