Sandy Ward Bell



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Are We as Bad as Men?

Posted on July 18, 2017 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (1)

Don’t you hate it when a man explains Man-Splanning. It reminds me that we still have work to do. Women can be just as bad. At a meeting the other day, we were discussing medicines and a new lady in the group was contributing some solid, interesting facts, and then another women turns to her and asks, “Are you a nurse?” She replied, “No, I’m a doctor.” Maybe we should get our ducks in a row before hounding the men.

Blink Nose Twitch

Posted on March 16, 2015 at 11:15 AM Comments comments (0)

Cleaning my house is an awful job. I don’t hire anyone because I’m certain I will have to trail behind them wiping down what they miss. I wish I could sit back and not care. I try to make the chore fun with music or books on tape, but kneeling before a toilet to rid it of its grossness will never be fun. Glad to see companies trying to make it easier on us by inventing time saving devices. Maybe, someday, they will invent the blink nose twitch – you know, the ...

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Why I Love Austen

Posted on November 6, 2014 at 10:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Jane Austen is a gem. I have been a fan for over twenty-five years. With the release of my new novel, I began to dig deep to find out why I love her work so much. It’s simple really. Her creations are timeless. Even though old English can seem thick, Austen makes reading her sentences so enjoyable you don’t even notice the multitude of semicolons and words like hallooing and boatswain. She knew what women wanted and she topped it with delicious humor. What makes it ...

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Hello, September.

Posted on August 30, 2013 at 10:55 PM Comments comments (0)

When September comes, my head fills with lists of chores. When the yellow busses start trolling my neighborhood, I know it is time to organize my house decorations. When the leaves change color, I crave roasted turkey and stuffing. When September arrives, it is all down hill to the new year, so hold on to your hats my friends.

A Smile ....

Posted on April 7, 2011 at 12:20 PM Comments comments (0)

It arches at just the right moment.

Its red borders part with no effort.

I'm filled with joy, passion, and excitement.

I am not alone.

Good Talk

Posted on January 18, 2011 at 2:20 PM Comments comments (0)

I love a good scene with fun dialogue. The movie "While You Were Sleeping" has a delightful dinner table discussion. Everyone is having a conversation with themselves. It is cute, humorous, and moves the story along. I hope to bring that bravado to my next novel. Bravado is probably the wrong word - oh well!

Change to Christmas

Posted on December 21, 2010 at 2:05 PM Comments comments (0)

With joy and optimism, the Holidays come to call. I clear my throat and breathe in the cool air. It is time for peace, love, and kindness. I allow their warmth to fill my heart. God bless everyone!

Guest Blogger for a Cause - Enjoy!

Posted on December 9, 2010 at 10:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Craig Lancaster, author of the widely praised 600 Hours of Edward and the forthcoming novel The Summer Son to be released by AmazonEncore in early 2011) wanted to do something for others this Christmas season, so he wrote a fantastic holiday-themed story, “Comfort and Joy,” to sell on Amazon and Smashwords for $1.

However, that he plans to donate 100% of the proceeds...

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Posted on September 27, 2010 at 8:34 AM Comments comments (0)

 When my mind goes numb and my attitude is grouchy as if I eliminated chocolate from my diet, I come to the realization that I haven't written any fiction in a few days. My need to spin a tale with made-up people with extraordinary characteristics is actually a physical longing like food and sleep. It is an addiction in a way. I must make some fiction or I will get the shakes.

Looky Here!

Posted on September 13, 2010 at 4:46 PM Comments comments (0)

There is a fluffy layer of snow draping the tree in front of my house. A red bird is resting on  a branch, wanting to sing, knowing no one will hear. The sun's dim rays are hiding behind a stormy, angry cloud. The road needs to be treated with salt. No sounds. No movement. All is still.

I put the photo back on top of the pile sitting on my desk. The mound of pictures is from last February's blast.

My hands are in the praying position.