YOU are cordially invited to join me April 12-15, 2018 in Madison, WI for the 29th Annual Writers’ Conference. I’m delighted to be a guest instructor at this incredible event!
Writers’ Institute is my tribe. This is where I learned the craft, and I can say in all honesty that Note to Self: A Seven-Step Path to Gratitude and Growth is published because I availed myself of the fantastic writing critique services offered here.
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BRING A FRIEND to Writers’ Institute this year, and if your friend has never attended a previous Writers’ Institute, you and your friend can each save $35 on your registration — that’s $290 instead of $325 for the full conference.
To receive this discount, you will need to register together. This exclusive, limited offer will only be available December 4th, 2017 through January 9th, 2018 and will end at midnight on January 9th, 2018. Please follow this LINK for details
Have you ever written a book or thought about writing one?
As we look forward to relocating after we sell our home, we’re taking “good-bye” visits to some of our favorite midwest locations. A great place to write, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin is one of my most-frequented haunts.
As 22-year Illinoisans, we fondly think of our Wisconsin neighbors as “Cheese Heads.” Famous for beer, brats, cheese (curds), and the Green Bay Packers, Wisconsin is breathtakingly beautiful! And the people are some of the friendliest folks on earth.
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Beautiful Lake Geneva, WI with an outrageously beautiful sky overhead.
Len standing next to the solar-powered parking meter. Each meter takes care of a few dozen parking spots.
There’s no better place on earth for a brat fan!
Too full to walk, a horse-drawn carriage is just the ticket!
The architecture is like eye candy.
Who can resist a man who cooks?!
If you were relocating, what favored place would you say good-bye to?
This past Sunday we took the girls—Lexi and Willa—and went for a drive up into Wisconsin. And while you’d be hard pressed to find much snow on the ground in Illinois, they still have more than a smattering up there.
Every now and then we’d come across a dip in the road—sometimes hidden, sometimes not—and I’d shout, “Kiss me quick!” as that’s what my mother always did on family drives when we’d hit a dip big enough to cause butterflies in our stomach.
Over the years we’ve additionally added “Kiss me quick!” shouts when we see a windmill…
…or a cattle guard.
With a cattle guard, however, there’s the additional lifting of the feet while crossing over it—driver included—and touching the car ceiling with both hands—driver included.