tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post1385389050484688959..comments2024-03-18T09:25:56.836-04:00Comments on The Write Conversation: Soul ReadyEdie Melsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03902312441667526147noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-42234952598627763692015-07-26T12:27:28.307-04:002015-07-26T12:27:28.307-04:00Ladies, what encouragement you've shared! Than...Ladies, what encouragement you've shared! Thank you! And Patricia, I agree, definitely write in the hummingbirds. Blessings, EEdie Melsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03902312441667526147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-14323269253664584032015-07-26T06:58:16.587-04:002015-07-26T06:58:16.587-04:00Write them in. I love hummingbirds Write them in. I love hummingbirds truthtoshine.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05911184699045569514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-68386212941558071292015-07-25T18:03:01.062-04:002015-07-25T18:03:01.062-04:00Two hummingbirds snuck up on me this morning at No...Two hummingbirds snuck up on me this morning at Noel Field, a parade field on Fort Bliss. They were on the page at a bistro in chapter 4, and showed up for real today at the parade field where most of chapter 5 takes place. I was there studying sensory details to edit the scene. Should I write them in? Hmm...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01854586114372855343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-38240233024086563452015-07-25T16:41:51.730-04:002015-07-25T16:41:51.730-04:00Dawn. Seriously. New every morning. Like God's...Dawn. Seriously. New every morning. Like God's mercies.Davalyn Spencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07790903623368896086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-14229489725009155082015-07-25T09:17:31.602-04:002015-07-25T09:17:31.602-04:00There was something I needed to tell my husband. I...There was something I needed to tell my husband. I didn't want to have to. I should have been able to handle it, but I couldn't. I was so sure he'd get angry, and I don't deal well with angry. I stewed needlessly for days. One morning, he opened the conversation calmly and took responsibility. I was floored! Where was the explosion? God smiled.Southern-fried Fictionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17274634359952391833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907737240492304428.post-49263817404282884072015-07-25T09:13:38.055-04:002015-07-25T09:13:38.055-04:00Beautiful. Just beautiful! Beautiful. Just beautiful! Julie Garmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09774724750356986307noreply@blogger.com