![]() ![]() I pulled over to the side of the road and wept.Īt fifty-eight I published my first novel, Dakota Blues. One day an essay of mine appeared in a local magazine. I got my degree eighteen years after graduating from high school, the first and only one in my family to do so.Īlong the way toward my second divorce I was filling up the pages of my journals, but I wrote short stories, too, and a hundred first chapters of a book. Back then there weren’t that many women at that level, and I was only twenty-nine, and kind of stupid.Īnd I wrote about being lonely. A few weeks ago we talked about women undermining and sniping at each other at work. Before you respond in horror, let me explain. Buy a discounted Paperback of California Blues online from Australias. Backstabbing Women, Part 2 AugBy Lynne Morgan Spreen I’ve spent my life denying it, but now that I’m older, I have to raise the white flag. I wrote about my tough new job in management. Booktopia has California Blues, The Prequel to Dakota Blues by Lynne M. I’d write in my journal and watch the sun set across the freeway. On weekends I’d do laundry and grocery shopping and pay bills and take Danny to T-ball practice and mow and water the lawn and get good and dirty and then shower and change and pour a glass of wine and sit on the porch. ![]() He’s forty now.Īfter my first divorce I wrote about the house I bought on my own, a chicken coop on a busy highway in a bad part of town. The oldest was written in the hospital when my son was born. I’m sixty-three and I have journals going way back. I was always a writer always kept a journal. ![]()
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