Constants

As we get closer to the Big Night, things around town really start to heat up!  On Dec. 7th, I'm going to be a part of my very first contest/giveaway, so be sure to keep your eyes out for that. 

Then, on December 10th, author Maria DeVivo will be guest blogging right here as part of "The Next Big Thing"! 

This time of year usually gets me all sentimental and pensive.  I like to think about "constants" that have been in my life.  They're like warm blankets to curl up under in my brain.  When I was younger, I hate to admit this, but my sister, Ginger, was a constant in my world.  She did this thing every morning where she had to stand in front of the mirror and make this awful clicking noise with her mouth.  She would only do this for a few minutes, and it grated on my every nerve, but when I left for the Mines and woke up lonely in my den, the absence of that horrific sound was worse than the sound itself. 

As time passed, my new constant became my pick axe... Delilah.  The sound as she chips away at the hard rock of the caverns is rhythmic, soothing, melodic... like a mouth making a ritualistic clicking sound in front of teh mirror....

Not up on your pick axe knowledge?  This might help you get a better vision...

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