Posted on March 20, 2012.
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by Larisa Dawn
Whether you are a full-time author or dabble in your spare time in fan fiction, a netbook or tablet can do wonders for your productivity when you are on the go. If you have been trying to decide which would be best for you, then consider yourself lucky! That is exactly what I plan to type about today. Having used both, I do know some of the pros and cons to each. Not all of them, of course, but I believe I can assist you in making the decision that best suits you.
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Posted on April 20, 2001.
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by Larisa Dawn
The ride was agonizingly silent. She leafed through a magazine that she had already read three times. It would soon be her turn to drive, and she would not even have the comfort of reading. She liked to listen to the radio, but inevitably, she would start singing of which he did not approve. He wouldn’t complain, of course. That would take too much effort. He would just sit there and sigh and make those awful moans of disapproval.
He, in this case, referred to Sharon’s husband, David.
She would not have to call him that for much longer. She had her second appointment with her attorney Monday morning. She had to survive this weekend with him, and then she could go free.
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Posted on December 23, 1998.
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by Larisa Dawn
He slammed his book shut and pushed the wooden chair away from the small kitchen table. He had to do something. They had been sharing an office for more than three months. The semester was almost over. Randall couldn’t let Kayla choose another statistician for her thesis. He knew her work better than anyone, and he definitely wanted the chance to spend more time with her.
Randall began to devise a plan as he showered away the sweat and grime from his workout session earlier that evening. He had to think of some way to casually open up the lines of communication in a positive direction. Not that talking about work wasn’t positive for the sake of their careers, but it did nothing for their social lives. “What social life?” he muttered to himself.
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