It’s the first day of summer and you know what that means. DISCLAIMER: READING! It’s the summer reading season. So wanna know my opinion on some things? Well, you are about to get it, so if you don’t want to hear my tirade about books and reading, then please be forewarned. I get emails from Amazon pretty regularly, and oftentimes they tout a book I have recently browsed for or read. They target market me that way. You too? What? You didn’t know you were being marketed to? Well, think about it. How did they know what books to suggest?
Hey everyone! It’s part ten! Here is another installment on the continuing saga of Anne and her whiteboard. I am coming to the end of the story now, and I hope you haven’t figured out who the “writer” is. If so, don’t tell anyone! It’s been fun writing this weird tale. It’s also been a means to my getting some writing in each week. As my time gets squashed again with personal life stuff, I may not have time to do this for a while. Thanks for reading along! Be sure to check out my interesting tidbit at the end
Welcome to all my news fans and followers…if you are just now getting into The Whiteboard, you have a bit to catch up. We are about to start on Part Eight. If you want to read part seven go here The Whiteboard Part Eight by ©Kim Smith Anne rose from bed on Friday morning to go to the bathroom, and as she always did, she glanced at the mirror. Black marker dotted her throat as if someone had drawn the dashes to create a pattern to slice it open. She screamed in terror. High on the mirror was the handwritten