Treasure Anyone?

The HMS Victory was the biggest, fastest and most complext ship of its kind when it sank in the 1700s killing all 900 seamen aboard. The Discovery Channel has recently reported that the wreck has been discovered at the bottom of the sea. They'll know for sure if they uncover the over 40 tons of gold that was to be aboard.
40 tons!
Wow!
The biggest find I ever made was a one carat diamond in a baseball glove. Of course it was my one carat diamond that had been knocked from my engagement ring during a vicious baseball practice. Still, it was a valuable find!

How about you? What is your greatest find? And, if you could, would you don scuba gear and go searching for gold?

Huh?

I'm doing it a lot lately.
Talking to myself, I mean.

Often times it's little mumbles and grumbles while trying to work out a scene or dialogue. However, now that I have Bella the Beautiful stalking my every move at home, I find I'm speaking to her. At least it APPEARS I'm speaking to her. In actuality when I ask her questions like, "Do you think it's a disruption of plot for another murder to take place so soon in the story?" mostly the dog just licks herself. This leads me to believe that I am still talking to myself just using the poor pup as a furry sounding board.

So do you talk to yourself? If you do, does yourself answer?

Groundhog Day

While I'm enjoying the company of friend Mary J. Forbes and having writing related (and non-writing related) discussions, it has come to my attention that old furry butt saw his shadow.
Six more weeks of winter? I don't think so. I demand a recount. I say we drag the damn rodent out of his hole tomorrow and make him try again.

How about you? Sick of winter yet?