Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Spinning Plates

  • Thinking back… a Decade of Port A

    For several nights I've been scanning and scanning pictures…dozens of pictures depicting a rite of friendship that is celebrating its 10th anniversary this year – my annual Lago Women's Trip to Port Aransas. My friend Nancy asked for the photos months ago – she wants to compile a scrapbook. I jotted it on my list…"photos to…

  • Drifting to the End of a Rollercoaster Week

        Like a rollercoaster ride, this week has had highs, lows, and white-knuckle moments. There were times when all I could do was close my eyes and hang on, waiting for the weekend, optimistic it would be another good one.     The week started on a definite high – Kendall's graduation…a house full of family and friends helping…

  • Completing the Pass

               I haven't had time for writing this week – I can almost count the number of days until Kendall's graduation on one hand now, and for each one of them lately there's been some activity scheduled. Writing is a stress reliever for me, so no time for writing plus a hectic schedule means I'm feeling…

  • Not Quite a Screenplay, but…

            …it's more than I had at the beginning of the semester. What I turned in last night resembles a screenplay in the same way a lump of clay resembles a sculpture; I still have a LOT of work ahead of me. But…I did it. I twisted and tucked and pruned my great-great grandfather's experiences into a…

  • Texas, 1850 to 1920…

      …give or take a few years. That's where I'll be the next two weeks, if anyone is looking for me. My screenplay deadline is growing large…and hairy…with fangs dripping blood…and huge sharp claws…and…okay, that's enough. But it is starting to resemble a gigantic monster that can only be appeased by (many) more pages of screenplay…

  • Does it seem foggy in here to you?

        Okay, this morning I realized I'm too old (that's right, I said it!) to function for very long without adequate sleep. Theoretically, it seems like a great idea, and it's worked for me in the past: skimp on sleep, use the extra hours to write or take care of whatever else is screaming for attention at…

  • Never Give Up…Never Surrender

        There's that old saying…"an uncluttered desk is an uncluttered mind"…or something like that. It must be true because last night I stayed up late sorting through the pyramids of paper on my desk and serving bar (that's where the mail and all the extra stuff I pull out of my purse and work bag lands), sorting and tossing accordingly, and whaddaya know,…

  • A Weekend Packed Tight

        A new weekend is knocking on the door and I feel like I just said goodbye to the last one…it was a whole month's worth of faces, fun, and emotion packed into a few short days.     It was a weekend of family and friends - Tom's brother Kenny and his wife Cathy drove in from Wichita, Kansas on Thursday. Their future…

  • Running out of gas…

        I've been complaining lately that I don't have enough hours in the day to do what I need to do AND what I want to do. Sunday, around 3PM, I realized that if I'm going to wish for more time, I've got to wish for the energy to use it.          We only have two kinds…

  • On My Honor…

        The drop was made in a pull-off area of the highway. I pulled up next to the white SUV, slid open the side door of the van and handed over the shoebox and white file box containing twenty years of history. Next, I dug around in my purse for the checkbook and two envelopes of checks,…