Catherine MacLeod

Sometimes checking your email can really make your day. 😄

Got my story subbed with 6 hours to spare. Now I'm just going to shove my head under a pillow and cry softly for a few minutes. Then I'll make tea.

Yup. Chopped wood, got cash, stocked up on tomato soup. Nothing to do now but keep writing until the electricity goes out. Hang in there.

I'm okay. Winter in Nova Scotia--this ain't my first rodeo. ☺️

The Peony Hotel sounds like a place I'd want to stay at. Or would I regret it?

Maybe you should've taken some string cheese into the labyrinth with you.

Today a spider crawled deep into my ear. That was an unpleasant hour.

It is 2 degrees F here this morning. After much deliberation, I have decided to cancel my garden party.

I don't know about help, but if you give me a box number, I can send some good chocolate.

It is 16F here this morning. I seriously want a laptop with a heated keyboard.

Oh, I remember this. "Don't give me any lip, sister, just pour the java." Loved it.

Nah, they look pretty enough to hang on the tree.

Please excuse me for yelling but I NEED THIS BOOK!!!

Ohh, me, please...

Yeah, I need to read the rest of this.

Today my horoscope says, "Challenge yourself to do as little as possible today. Resting is still a productive way to spend your time."

Um, challenge?

Ah. You're right, they do rock. Thanks.

I've never heard the expression "cold opening." It is...?

Been there. Thank you for writing this.

Congratulations on both! Sounds as if you're having a great day. (It probably calls for some chocolate.)

This morning while I was making breakfast the clock fell off the wall and hit me on the head. Sometimes there just isn't enough coffee in the whole world.

Ooh! French fries with vinegar and salt? Twice baked with cheese and crumbled bacon? Mashed with butter and garlic? Hash browned with an egg over easy? 😋

I love stairways in the middle of nowhere. Beautiful cover.

I spend a lot of my life wondering what the hell just happened.

I just accidentally submitted a story.
This should be interesting.

Last month I had a hysterectomy. In honor of Halloween my surgeon named my uterus Chucky, saying it was small and harmless looking but not to be trusted.

There better not be any sequels.

And we live in joyful fear.

This is brilliantly heartbreaking.

omg it's raining! It's raining it's raining it's raining it's raining it's raining it's raining it's raining it's raining!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It has a little bookstore that also sells Godiva chocolates.