A bizarre, pretty much unbelievable but true story that would make you think I am a liar.
Posts in “Wheel of Fortune”
BetsyG reveals a strange episode involving a dream and a novel.
BetsyG shares her fiction again, this time to honor her missing cat.
BetsyG’s friend Ron tells a humorous story about the perils of a fading memory.
BetsyG provides a quick-and-dirty tutorial of Facebook for the over-40 set.
BetsyG finds herself talking about cake–and obsession–again.
What sort of dangers do snowbanks pose? Beds? Open car windows? If you were raised as I was, they are all potentially lethal weapons.
BetsyG figured out the key to her existence while pondering her left-leggedness during her run.
Until this week, my short story, Scotch Hangover, had been read mostly by men, who were universally aggravated with the ending. The guys in my writing group didn’t think it was the wrong ending or that it needed revision; they just weren’t pleased with it. But this week, women read it, and the response has been different. […]
BetsyG rambles about…um…well, if she knew, it wouldn’t have been rambling.