When the Creative Urge Strikes: A Blog by Marcy Mary

I want you to know that I am really adjusting to the desert life. I now have the horrid local Canada geese whipped into shape—no squawking before 8:00 a.m. How did I do this? See the description of my teeth below.

Besides my new friend Hank, I have met and interviewed several local creatures, including a very cheeky female Costa’s hummingbird who flew right up to my bed and introduced herself.

I’ve also retrieved several golf balls from my outdoor desert-pastel-colors bed and returned them to the more eccentric golfers. One I even snatched from the air with my strong, very fierce, sparking white teeth, which came in very handy when negotiating with the geese.

I have also had many adventures, and I’m anticipating more.

So I have gathered quite a lot of material for my book, and the creative urge is strong. I’m eager to really bury myself—not like a bone, but figuratively—in book number three. What I am trying to say, dear reader, is that I may not get to my blog every Sunday, but I can be found on Instagram in photo format.

Please know you will be in my mind and my heart as I work hard to finish Marcy Mary: A Dachshund Desert Tale.

2 thoughts on “When the Creative Urge Strikes: A Blog by Marcy Mary

  1. Kathleen, Mr. Schnitzel and Kirby are so elated to hear that the writing spirit has overcome you. Lois, I and them can’t wait to read about Marcy’s adventures. All the best to you!

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  2. Marcy Mary I am enjoying all your stories of your experiences in the desert. Some day I would like to spend some time there. Meanwhile, enjoy soaking in all the sights and sounds and critters. Hugs to you!

    Toni Roy

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