Author Archives: Sharon Hart Addy

About Sharon Hart Addy

Writing is the monkey on my back. Sometimes it's great fun and sometimes it -- well, things can't be fun all the time, but it's still engrossing even when I chew my nails and scratch my head while searching for inspiration. Fiction is my particular fondness. Writing it and reading it.

Aack! It’s January again.

Yes, I was awake for Christmas and conscious for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, and I did change my calendar, but the realization that it’s January 2017 is quite a shock. I was so busy getting ready for the holidays … Continue reading

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Thankfulness — sort of

Once again my contrary nature has me bucking the tide. I’m sure there will be a million heartfelt, sincere, syrupy blogs and essays about things we should be thankful for. May blessings fall on all the authors — and everyone else, … Continue reading

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Goodness, that sounds scary, especially if the venture takes you into new territory. Small children have advantages over adults when it comes to trying new things. For them, everything is a new and they have the luxury of loving backup. If … Continue reading

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Celebration Time — um, maybe.

Today I’m tickled to say that the novel I’ve been working on is a step closer to being ready for submission. Yes, it’s done — okay, another read-through wouldn’t hurt. Yes, the format and paging is consistent — although I … Continue reading

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I love quotes: brief lines stating a truth uttered by someone and preserved in print and memory. Most of them are only a sentence or two. Their brevity is part of their appeal. For me, a quote is like a cubby-hole door to … Continue reading

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April 4 ~cold with sprigs of hope

Thick snow-dots danced in the crisp air as I walked to the mailbox this morning. After sitting indoors all winter, walking the quarter-mile drive is a start toward getting in shape for gardening. It didn’t seem like there was any … Continue reading

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I’m early. I know. But the temps are in the fifties and even my fall jacket is much too warm. Yesterday Culvers put out their patio furniture and today Mom and I sat on it while we sipped hot coffee and … Continue reading

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