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Lost Wednesday

It seems to me that rainy days disappear more easily. I don't know if it's because of our tendency to doze lightly or whether we just hope the time will fly by or what. Anyway, 1400 words for the day. Another five rows on the jacket. One hour at the pool and a surprise dinner out. A little reading. A little shuffling things in the closet.

And voila! The day is over. Just like magic.

anny

Tuesday!

I'm not sure where Tuesday went...it was here when I woke this morning and the next thing I knew it was over. 789 words written today. Two hours at the pool, moving around instead of sitting at the computer like a sloth. And six more rows crocheted on my jacket. What can I say?

I'll do better tomorrow!

anny

This 'n' That on Monday

Well. It's the end of the day, almost. Don't have a lot, but there are a few things. Went shopping on Friday. Thought I might have a look for a jacket. And discovered no one seems to make a jacket without a hood.

Now hoodies are fine on a young person. Really. But at sixty-two, I find wearing a hoodie is a bit infantile and unprofessional...unless I'm camping in the woods. So I'd like to know who makes a jacket without a hood! After roaming for quite a while, I gave up and decided to crochet a jacket for myself. A jacket without a hood.

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That's it. It's been a long day. And a Monday. Tomorrow is another day. I believe it will be Tuesday...

anny

Wake Up!

Call me cynical. There is no truth in politics, media coverage, or the corporate world. The only truth is this--whoever is in power can and will manipulate the system so their version of the truth is disseminated. Most people don't believe this. And for those who have an inkling it might be true, most don't have a clue at the pervasive abuse of power in the communications network.

Surely not in America.

Surely not in the good old U S of A!

Well, yeah. In a world where any picture can be photoshopped, any video can be manipulated, and every candidate changes his/her stance on the issues more often than he/she changes their underwear, there is no one left to believe.

Everyone has an agenda. And if you don't agree with their agenda, you're the enemy. Worse than that, you're unenlightened, obviously in favor of hate crimes or war or greed. Nay, you are evil incarnate.

When did our ideals stop serving the many and start serving the few? No, I'm not talking about that 99% and 1% nonsense. I'm talking about concern for our neighbors and those less fortunate than ourselves. Now it's every man for himself.

Yeah, I know about the job shortage. I have four children all praying their jobs won't disappear down the sinkhole of politics and economics. But here's the truth no one wants to talk about. If we the people hadn't spent so much time and effort grabbing for more than our share of brass rings, if we had stopped and considered the consequences when we shopped at one-stop stores instead of supporting local business, if we had taken a second to think about the consequences of that easy line of credit, and if we hadn't settled for foreign merchandise that was made overseas in sweatshops because we saved a dollar or two...then things might be different now. 

There is no easy fix. Anyone who promises you an easy fix is lying. Just as a person sinking in debt must have a plan, our country needs a plan. If the debtor truly desires to crawl from his pit, then he must give up something. Maybe many somethings. He must be persistent and in for the long haul.

All I hear is "fix it now"! Well, I don't suspect that will happen. I suspect the politicians will keep promising miracles until the country collapses under the weight. And at that point, there will be no services. None. People will die. Lawlessness will reign. And money will be an obsolete concept.

No, I'm not some strange whacko. I'm just a simple woman who looks beneath the shiny surface at grim reality.

anny

Monday approaching!

Actually...when you're retired, every day is a Monday. When you're spouse is retired, every day is a Saturday.

When I was younger, life centered around the hunk going off to work and the kids going to school. Now those things are irrelevant. Each day has a sameness unbroken by schedules. I've come to the conclusion that it is that sameness that makes retirement more difficult.

Two weeks pass...three weeks...and suddenly entire years have gone by unremarked. The passage of time is more swift--and alarming--because you don't realize it's gone until you look at a calendar. It's mid-October already. Wait! Where did the year go?

anny

Negotiation with Reality

Ah, life. What's true? What's not?

A dear friend and I once discussed different genres and she admitted she didn't read any book that wasn't real. So fairy tales and paranormal stories and the entire collection of science fiction wasn't in her to-be-read pile. Never will be.

I, on the other hand, cannot seem to write anything real. No matter what I do, my characters insist on hailing from way out areas...as in other planets. Or they have odd talents. Or they're weird colors. But mostly, they're not real. They're other.

Another friend once counseled me to write what I know. Evidently, this is it. I think I must be living somewhere else on a planet far, far away in my dreams. Maybe I communicate with my relatives during the dark hours right before dawn. Perhaps...I really do carry a secret zucchini peeler that I wield with fierce fury against the bad guys.

I wonder if there's a twelve step group for people like me. And what would the twelve steps consist of? To whom would we make amends? Our families for dragging them into the insanity? Hmmmm. I must consider the consequences here.

On the other hand if I had a firm grip on reality I probably wouldn't feel comfortable wearing my favorite t-shirt anymore. You know that one that says "I'm in my own little world--it's okay, they know me here." Who would I give it to if I couldn't wear it? Maybe...nah, I think I'll just hang out where I am...

anny

Revisiting the Vault

I'm working on a new Flowers of Camelot book--Gardenia. In the interest of smooth continuity in the series, I'm rereading the other Flower books (Chrysanthemum, Honeysuckle, Daffodil, Magnolia and Larkspur.) Like so many other authors, I rarely read my own work once it's published. It's hard enough keeping up with my to-be-read pile of other authors' books.

I'm rethinking that, though.

For months I've been in a funk, sinking in a morass of family emergencies, poor financial future prospects, and just plain discouragement about my writing. My fellow writers have been quick to support and encourage me, but that just didn't seem to provide the kickstart I needed.

Then I went to RomantiCon. For three days I wandered around, talking to fellow writers and editors. I won an award for one of my other series. I commiserated with other writers who are also sinking in their personal swamps of despair. I was both disheartened and encouraged when I realized I wasn't the only one struggling.

On the way home--an eight hour drive--I had plenty of time to mull things over. It was during that drive that the ideas came to me for two new Flower books (Gardenia and Azalea.) On Wednesday last week I started Gardenia. And immediately came to the conclusion I needed to reread the series as a refresher.

It's been an illuminating experience. There were many details I'd forgotten, of course. I have a note sheet full of scrawled bits and pieces I'll need to add to my new story.
But more importantly, I discovered something about myself.  

I can write.

Oh, there are things I would change if I was writing the stories now. Technical issues. I used the word that a lot. And in noticing the word, it occurred to me I've learned and changed in the five years since I wrote Chrysanthemum. But notwithstanding my growth, even back then I was a writer.

Due to some scheduling issues, Chrysanthemum was my first book published, though it was the fourth book I actually wrote. By the time Chrys came along, I was desperately in need of a mental break. And I was unwittingly wise enough to seize it when it came along.

Chrysanthemum and the other Flowers are pure insane fluff. That's what I needed at that time in my writing life. A while back I was critiquing a book for a fellow author. One of the things I noted was that the book seemed a little "light and fluffy" compared to her previous books. I believe I hurt her feelings though that was not my intent at all.

She wrote back that life was rough for her at that point (and it definitely was) and conceded she needed to write something light and fluffy. She needed that to help her get through the hard times she was dealing with.

I owe her an apology. I didn't realize until now just how much I need something light and fluffy. And I totally understand now that light and fluffy doesn't mean poorly written or shoddy workmanship. Actually, it's harder to write something light than write something deep and thoughtful--at least for me.

So I'm ready to plunge in to the adventures of Gardenia and her twin sister, Azalea. For those familiar with the Flowers series, they are Honeysuckle's daughters...with all that implies. And a certain zest has seized my writing spirit in anticipation.

anny

Change, change, change...

Change is inevitable. Over the last few weeks, there've been many, many changes. Some were not unexpected. Part of being an adult is wearing a cloak of awareness of events going on around us. When we choose to turn a blind eye something vicious may strike us from the dark.

My words of wisdom--which will no doubt be ignored--Wake up! Stay alert! Or you too, may be taken unaware.

anny

What's next?

It's always difficult to settle back into the rhythms of your regular life when you go away from home and then return. Whatever you were doing before you left was set aside. Packing and unpacking upset the flow of life.

And then, abruptly, you're back home. But it still takes a few days to resettle. I drove both ways to RomantiCon so I had plenty of thinking time. When I arrived home, I had a couple new ideas for stories, but I found my brain's still fuzzy so I suppose it will take a couple days to settle down.

In the meantime...life will move on.

anny

Reflections

It's always hard to capture all the memories from a conference. Time rushes by in a streaming blur of encounters and events. Then with jarring abruptness, it's time to pack and leave.

There were some standout moments, of course. That first rush when you meet up with the friends you've been looking forward to seeing. The first time someone says, "I love your books." Pawing through the "goody" bags we always receive from our publisher every year...

But special moments were too numerous to capture.

Standing outside in the cold, windy dark as the Cavemen lit up the night with a fabulous fire dance.

Sitting around a table, sharing lunch with my first editor, Aussie Helen, and fellow authors (past and present) from the frog pond. Tasting Vegemite. And consuming Tim-Tams. Catching up with writers from all over the country--and some from much farther away.

Lining up with my fellow cave women on Friday night while we waited for dinner. There were a LOT of them in cheetah prints. *grin*

Checking out the futuristic costumes at the awards dinner on Saturday evening. Believe me, it was surreal. Eye-popping. Unbelievable. And then...

Receiving a Superstar Award for my Mystic Valley series was the cherry that topped off my weekend. I wasn't looking for that at all!

Finally, meeting lots of wonderful readers at the book signing on Sunday. That was great!

If I listed all the people I was thrilled to visit with this weekend, we would still be here next weekend. But my memories will carry me through for quite a while. And Boy Toy? Just know--I've got your back...any time.

anny