I wrote a blog yesterday about all sorts of interesting things and accidentally deleted the whole damn thing. How did I do that?
My granddaughter is visiting from Toronto. She works for the television program, The Property Brothers. She enjoys her work and is glad of a rest out here in God's country. The weather is co-operating, sun is shining and the sky is blue. We walked part of the break water at Ogden Point and watched an otter swimming. No octopus this time.
About writing. My e-book, The Ghost Writer Mystery by Anita Birt is lagging in sales. It's costs pennies to buy and download on your e-reader or other device. So make my day and buy a copy. It's a good read with all kinds of twists and turns. One of the central characters is a GHOST. Enjoy my book.
My Lady Mary Mystery and The Canal Boat Murder is coming along. It's not going to be a long, long book. Although stories have characters elbowing into a story and demand attention. that's part of the fun of writing, something turns up to make the author's life interesting.
Back to work. Buy my romance novels. A VERY DIFFICULT MAN. ISABELLE'S DIARY. ISABELLE'S STORY. RING AROUND THE MOON. TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
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Thursday, April 30, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
ANITA BIRT - Blogging about my heart!
Is anyone out there blogging anout the miracle of having a human body? I got thinking about my heart. It began beating inside my mother's womb and conintued beating after I was born. This same heart continues beating ninety-two years later.
My body is a functioning miracle. I breathe. My body has ways and means to clean itelf. Nothing stays inside very long once its usefulness is done. Then the process starts over again when I've eaten and drunk.Whatever is useful is used the rest is excreted. This happens day after day. I don't have to give it a thought.
I have the eyes, ears, nose, mouth and tongue I started with all those long years ago. My feet are basically the feet I started with, grown big to suit my growing up. Same with legs, arms, toes and fingers.
Think about it. Think about the miracle of your body. Take care of it and it will take care of you. Yes, illnesses come to test our body's ability to take care of itself. Modern medicine lends a helping hand That in itself is a miracle. I know from my hospital stay my body needed help, especially my right knee and the pseudo gout playing merry hell with it.
Any comments. How often do you think about your heart? How long have you had it? Are you taking care of it? WHAT ABOUT YOUR BRAIN? It's the big controller, silently keeping track of this and that. Can't live without it.
Anita Birt, Romance and Mysterry author.
www.anitabirt.com
My body is a functioning miracle. I breathe. My body has ways and means to clean itelf. Nothing stays inside very long once its usefulness is done. Then the process starts over again when I've eaten and drunk.Whatever is useful is used the rest is excreted. This happens day after day. I don't have to give it a thought.
I have the eyes, ears, nose, mouth and tongue I started with all those long years ago. My feet are basically the feet I started with, grown big to suit my growing up. Same with legs, arms, toes and fingers.
Think about it. Think about the miracle of your body. Take care of it and it will take care of you. Yes, illnesses come to test our body's ability to take care of itself. Modern medicine lends a helping hand That in itself is a miracle. I know from my hospital stay my body needed help, especially my right knee and the pseudo gout playing merry hell with it.
Any comments. How often do you think about your heart? How long have you had it? Are you taking care of it? WHAT ABOUT YOUR BRAIN? It's the big controller, silently keeping track of this and that. Can't live without it.
Anita Birt, Romance and Mysterry author.
www.anitabirt.com
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