A Little Shout-Out

WELL … I’M BUSTIN’ MY BUTTONS—Jackson Horvat did an excellent job of the interview with me. Thank you so much, Jackson! This young man is in high school—the interviews he’s been doing are part of a school project—but more importantly, he’s a published author with Inknbeans Press. A darned good one, too. His genre is science fiction and you can find his books here and at Inknbeans Press … and information about him here.

My interview—the first one in quite a while—can be found here. And along with that lovely interview, I’m finally getting the energy and my creative “mojo” back—sweet! I’m seriously diving back into working on editing book one in the Secrets Beyond Scymaria series so Inknbeans Publishing can publish it. If you recall, I withdrew the first two books from Xlibris last August and assumed I’d have the first book published with Inknbeans Press by January, 2017. Oopsie. I’m also still working on book four, editing it so it too can finally be published. And … my characters have started to breath down my neck, waiting for me to open the file up for book five. It’s time to get their newest story finished.

To celebrate all of this—especially for those of you that have yet to purchase any of the books (or wish to make gifts of the series to friends and family)—beginning Wednesday, April 5, 2017 I am having my first ever, honest-to-goodness book sale at my SquareMarket store! I’m still dotting all the i’s and crossing the t’s … but by the 5th, I should be rarin’ to go.

So my friends, Spring is here. It’s going to be a wonderful season in my life. I certainly hope it is the same with you! Have a wonderful day! May your day and weeks ahead be blessed … may you find serendipity around the corner. Oh … next week will be a photo-blog … I can feel it in my bones (insert mischievous grin here).

 

Happy St Paddy’s Day!

OH, MY! TODAY IS ST. PADDY’S DAY … wonderful! Image result for st paddy day imagesWhat a delightfully serendipitous day to have a blog posting! Considering I said I probably wouldn’t do one because of the craziness … well, this seems like a simple, no-brainer kind of blog post, eh?

Image result for st paddy day imagesYeah … right. So, I’ve tried to get a few images (you can click on them to see them larger to see details), then “plagerised” (I did give them credit!) some trivia about St. Patrick (from seeker.com) … insert winky face here … teehee—all “parens” are my personal comments:

Did you know …? In Ireland, St. Patrick’s Day is a religious holiday similar to Christmas and Easter. And, that “Erin go Bragh” translates to “Ireland forever.”

The very first St. Patrick’s Day parade was not in Ireland. It was in Boston in 1737. (Go figure.)

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The largest parade in the United States, held since 1762, is in New York City, and draws more than one million spectators each year. Over 100 US cities hold a parade every year. Some of the other biggest St. Patrick’s Day parades are in Chicago, Illinois and Savannah, Georgia.

In 1948 President Truman became the first president to attend a St. Patrick’s Day parade.

The city of Chicago goes so far to celebrate that they dye their river green. Green is associated with Saint Patrick’s Day because it is the color of spring, of Ireland, and of the shamrock.

To celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, 110 million people will celebrate the day by wearing green, making an Irish-inspired meal, or going out to celebrate.

There are 33.7 million U.S. residents who are of Irish ancestry. (I’m one of them …) That number is almost nine times the population of Ireland itself. Fifteen million cards are exchanged on St. Patrick’s Day. 10 percent of all St Patrick’s Day cards are sold in New York.

Nineteen Presidents of the United States proudly claim Irish heritage—including our first President, George Washington.

St. Patrick is a hero in Ireland. And there are about 60 churches and cathedrals named for him in Ireland alone. One of the most famous cathedrals is St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin. These grounds bear the mark of the place where St. Patrick baptized his converts. (I’ve been to this cathedral. It is amazingly beautiful!)

So, my friends, enjoy your St. Paddy’s Day. Wear green even if you’ve not a drop of Irish blood in ye … enjoy some lovely Irish stew or corn beef and cabbage. Make a toast to your neighbor. Get on with it then.

Slainté! Cheers!

 

Commitments

LESS THAN THIRTY-SIX DAYS TILL TAXES are due. In addition to all that gathering of receipts (ugh … I really, really hate doing taxes), I still have an edit or three on my fourth book to complete, an edit or two on the rewrite of book one (I’ve passed the self-imposed deadlines multiple times for both), book five is begging to be worked on. Ideas keep popping into my head—I try to get them scribbled down before they vanish, but have yet to be successful at that … and I have yet to create any art (sniff …) Okay, that was one very long run-on sentence. Sorry. But, you get the drift, right?

I’m also in a holding pattern on finding out what’s going to happen with my left knee. I really did do it in when I fell (twice) in January. Sigh. I see my orthopedist at the end of March … results of an MRI arrived at my primary care doc’s office last week, and from what I read (I always get copies of the reports … handy to have a medical assistant background), it doesn’t look as bad as it initially felt. My regular doc definitely wants me to see the orthopedist. I’m hoping it’s just for PT … no surgery. At least, that’s what I read into the report, plus how I’m feeling. Hoping and praying …

Why is it, when all I want to do (now that I’ve got better vision—cataract surgery was a complete success—yay!) is to write with abandon, there always seems to be Things keeping me from it?? Doctor appointments that cut into the day, meetings, tax preparation (ugh) and my weekly commitment to help out (or even to actually creating some art, which hasn’t happened either) at Open Ground Studios … all of these vie for my attention and precious time. I write best when I have large chunks of time to let my mind go in whatever direction it wishes—remember, the characters seem to be in control. Those large “chunks” seem to be hard to find these days. The same applies to editing. And, I’m finding I need the quiet of my home for that … so I can concentrate.

I either need to “un-commit” myself a whole bunch or figure out how to work in smaller time slots. I have cut back on my commitments, but … oooh, this sounds way too familiar—it’s a repeating problem I seem to have. Balancing things that need to be done with things I’d like to do … and the things others would like me to do. None of it is going to be easy to work out—never is, is it?

I’ve found myself taking art classes that I cannot complete because of stupid injuries, doctor appointments and other time constraints that happen after I’ve made the commitment to take the classes or … well, you’ve got the picture. It is frustrating to not be able to engage in any artistic outlet, whether it is writing or creating art (hopefully that will change this weekend with a one-day monotype workshop). Sure, I am able to compose a blog weekly (most weeks), but those usually are random happenings. No serious “construction” involved—just ramblings for the most part. Fun to write (in most cases) and for you to read, but even those blogs takes me away from creating serious stuff.

So … I need to re-group, figure some things out and take a serious look at my calendar. And add (cringe) a serious exercise regimen to my schedule to help my knee heal. And start planning some book signings for this spring and summer—right?

Sniggle … even as I write this, I find that I’ve signed myself up for two art classes (hmm … how’d that happen? Insert monster grin)—one on Saturday (just a one-day workshop) and the other begins on 21March—for four or five weeks, I think. It’s hard to resist the great workshops and seminars that OGS offers! I’ve decided those two will be fine, as I’m progressing nicely on my sorting of tax receipts and I’ve actually managed to do a little editing. I’ve even made copies of my two WIPs that need editing—I do so much better with hard-copies … old-school girl, yup. But … I’ve also added another thing to my agenda (I’m not ready to divulge it as yet—I’ll probably do a whole blog about it). And it is eating into my time also, but so far I’m keeping it manageable—for the time being.

So … this isn’t the short blog I thought it would be (oopsie …), but I’m ending the week with a smile on my face, so hopefully you won’t mind. May you have a wonderfully blessed weekend and week to come.

Caution … Staying Safe

ON TUESDAY I WAS GIVEN A TONGUE-LASHING. At first, I responded to the well-meaning reprimand from my friend with the usual head-nodding and agreement—because I do listen to advise, weigh it and then do what what seems best … for me. Occasionally, I will do “dare-devily” kinds of things … but with caution.

But there was much more behind her impassioned plea. She had just lost a dear, long-time family friend to a preventable accident. He and his wife were just beginning a new chapter in their life when his life came to an abrupt end. She was crushed by the senseless and way-too-early death of her friend. And me talking about my gimpiness and hatred for being tethered to a crutch struck a cord.

Her feelings were still very raw as she told me to be more careful. To use my crutch/cane all the time, even if I don’t feel it’s necessary. To think twice—especially before doing those things in my yard that took me off of the ground. Climbing ladders, for example. From reading all my goofy Facebook posts, she knew I took unnecessary risks to take care of my yard and home (mind you, all in the name of saving a buck and getting it done the way I want it done …). Doing things that could cause a preventable accident. As she spoke, my gut reaction were: I’m not that old, I’m careful, I’d never do anything to put myself at risk like that … Right. Never? I do it all the time. Sigh.

She knew I had a tendency to toil beyond the “safe” point … where exhaustion overrides my reflexes and common sense—whether in work or play—and it has led to “minor” incidents (like my sprained ankles and badly wrenched knee and shoulder because I ignored the well-established cautionary red flags in my mind). I’ve worked with power tools in this state—down-right stupid, right? Yes, I see that now.

Her loving rant made me think—to actually take the time to think. To think about how careless I was at times. I’m still thinking about it, which is a good thing. A very good thing. Bless her! She even offered to rally our friends around me to do the cleanups that I need to do (but shouldn’t do) to keep me safe. But, Proud Me refused her—at least for now—as I am utterly embarrassed at how cluttered and run-down my home and yard have become. And this new injury keeps me from doing what needs to be done—yet again—even the stuff on “ground-floor” levels … the safe stuff.

Now (sigh) … to put this “newfound” eureka moment into practice. That is going to take some doing, as I am an extremely independent soul. Oh, yes, extremely so. As she scolded, I thought of all the simple things requiring me to get off the ground (or taking me onto uneven ground): a severely cracked timber (2×4) in the bunny condo needs to be replaced (it’s 8 feet off the ground), gutters need cleaning (sniggle—that was supposed to be done before the rains began!), weeding/pulling/cutting down unwanted plants (ivy, poison oak, weedy bushes)—on the hillside, fixing the fence line, creating a parking area off to the side of my driveway (and moving the fence to accommodate it) … and I can’t forget the CalFire requirements of cleaning up the property of combustible stuff—oh, the list is endless … most definitely.

So … even though I don’t like the idea of “strangers” on my property doing things they way they want to do them, tromping on my fragile hillsides without regard to the erosion it could cause … I must farm-out these less than safe (for me) duties to someone I can trust. It means I’ll not be doing the things that I love (what am I saying—I’m not doing them now!) and I’ll find myself less active—I’ll just have to find something else to do to replace them.

Starting today … well, the great procrastinator in me says next week. But, it will happen. Do you wonder how good are you at keeping yourself safe when you toil at home or work, or when you are driving …? Think back to near mishaps. Could they have been avoided? Perhaps you too need to reconsider how you do things. Join me in changing habits to be safer. Our friends and family will be ever so grateful.

May this Friday and the upcoming week find you safe and blessed beyond belief.