Tuesday, January 26, 2021


 Yes, it's now 2021. Things have happened. The main thing, to me, is that I was told I am terminally ill. That was about six months ago and I was given maybe a year more to live. Could be less. I'm undergoing chemo for pancreatic cancer. I don't feel too bad most days but that can change in an instant. I try to keep my hopes up. Strange, hope is something you have in abundance if you have nobody limiting your life span. If you don't know when you will die, then anything is possible. And that is the definition of hope - anything is possible.

Well also another thing is that the Writers Circle at the Library has lost two important members. Important to the group in that they were leaders and mentors. The leader of the group, Walt Giersbach, died very recently, and Jack Quinn, prolific writer and mentor, preceded him. Also we had another man die about a year ago. And one of our members has also said he's moving out of state. Who does that leave? A couple of faithful members who show up most all of the time and me.I really hope the group goes on. With the virus, we can't even assemble. I'm hoping that by some miracle I will get the vaccination. But right now things are in what might be termed "a right mess." Oh well.

I am trying to write the third book of my fantasy entitled "Heart of Gold." The previous ones are "Heart of Skydean" and "Heart of Crystal." I decided that it needed the final one to end the story., It has been hard with me sometimes not feeling like sitting at the computer and having trouble with the story. But I'm at 25,000 words. Some authors ' stories seem to flow so effortlessly that you would think they just sat down and the book wrote itself. Now that's a good author! I always think of blood, sweat and tears as the writer's lot. 

This Covid Virus plus the horror of the election last year has been something that I would like to forget. Let History write that story and I hope they get it right! 

One good thing is that since the Library was initially closed down altogether, I put my little Fire device into action and got ebooks from the Library's collection. They are somewhat limited - you can't just get anything at all, but I've got enough books - fiction - for my bedtime reading. It helps calm me down and lets me get to sleep. And I enjoyeed many good books. Mostly mystery. I've read some romances occasionally but pure romance is boring to me. If there's a good story with a romantic twist, that's fine. There are many types of mystery to enjoy, romantic, historical, paranormal, stories set in interesting locations, and so on. Of course my favorites are the old ones. My grandmother was a Victorian, born in 1866 I believe, and my aunt was born in 1900 which is really very Victorian and so Agatha Christie brings them back to me.

Well, it looks like I have to get started on dinner. Wouldn't it be nice to have a cook/housekeeper like in the older stories? No, not gonna happen. Get over it. Not unless we win the Megamillions. Hahahaha.

Monday, November 11, 2019

What Happened?

Here I am in November of 2019 and how did I get here? Last time I looked it was the year 2000. Well, maybe that's a slight exageration. But the way time zips along when you are older is, frankly, frightening.

Needless to say, I am still not "caught up," when it comes to things I am supposedly working on. Since we moved and Art is now full time retired, I can't seem to retrieve my schedule, (such as it was.) But I did have some kind of a routine. I don't blame Art - he's floundering also, trying to make sense of everything. Nobody can do this for you - you have to decide what you want to do.

We have activities here and of course, that is taking up some time. Not that we're madly active but it's more for us to do. And trying to get some work done on the house. Now this room I sit in is going to have new carpet. That means moving everything in it. I have my computer, my painting gear, printer, a bookcase full of items - every available space has something in it, since this house has limited storage and no basement. Also the other bedroom has to be cleared. Not as much there except Art's desk area which has quite a bit on it. I guess people think retirement means sitting around just doing nothing all day. Nothing could be further from the truth, really. There always seems to be something we have to do and I'm glad to sit down just once in a while!

As to writing, I do have some short pieces that were done because I joined the "Manchester Writers Circle" - I think that's the name - can't remember! It meets twice a month and people read out their work so I usually have something although reading aloud is a thing I have never got over since I had to do it in high school! I need to get back to longer works.

Well, this is enough for now. I hope to survive the installation of a new bathroom floor and toilet and the aforesaid rugs. Then on to Thanksgiving, tra la!

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Thinking or the Absence Thereof

Well, it seems a long time since I wrote anything of significance....at least to me. I know what I have to do but somehow I am not actually doing it.Such is the dilemma of a writer.

Are you actually a writer if you are not writing anything? I would think that actively writing is what makes you a writer. Writer implies the doing of the thing. Maybe author implies having written. So it is imperative to start applying the fingers to the keyboard.Of course, that might not produce much if the brain cells are also not involved and have been working also.

Oh dear, the problem also is that if the writer starts thinking about "writing", he or she becomes terrified. What? write? That's something so big and important that how am I going to even put word one down on this page? Well, excuses are very easy to come by. We seem to have a natural fount of them and they just come burbling up when needed. Too bad a plot doesn't come burbling up also.

So, I don't know what I will be doing next. Hopefully, I will write something more than the grocery list that I absolutely need soon. Does that give you a clue?

Monday, October 1, 2018

Passing the Torch

I suppose the phrase "Passing the Torch" refers to the Olympics. Runners run holding the burning Olympic Torch and pass it on to the next runner. Thus the torch is carried to the stadium and the Olympic Games begin.

We use it today, (or at least we who are older use it) to refer to passing the obligations on to a new generation to uphold the values and responsibilities of the previous one. Let's hope this still holds true today!

But what specifically I am referring to here is that Kelly, Allison, Stephanie and Brandon are beginning to write. Actually Kelly has been writing. But now this spans three generations. I don't credit myself here - I believe the desire to write is something inside us and hopefully, we can encourage it to be expressed down the generations. I would also mention my father, making it four generations. He was a great letter writer, sending letters back to Ireland faithfully, to let his family know how he was. Specifically, he wrote to Meta McFarland, his cousin, and got regular letters back again. When we heard she had passed away, it was a sad day for him, because she was the only family member who wrote letters.

These new writers can be read on "We Like Writing!", a new blog. It's just starting out, but I hope it will produce great things! Good luck, little bloggers.

Monday, July 30, 2018

How the Time Flies

It is now July of 2018. A year of strange weather - rain and more rain, cold days, suffocatingly hot days and a few nice days thrown into the mix.

Still getting used to a new place. After so long in one area it is hard to move. I just had the thought the other day that for some people they have a place that they identify as their home. At least, that's what they say, anyway. But maybe for some of us, there are many homes. Not just the four walls of a house or apartment. A place that has been home, that you identify as home. Somehow, there is something about that place that speaks to you and you can feel it, and you know that you are there and if you come back years later, I think you will still feel it. Maybe not the same, because places change and we change.

The place we were born and grew up in, at least that we remember, that is our first home. Then we begin to experience the wider world and we may find that there are places that we discover that awake something in us that might have lain dormant. Who knows why this is? We can wonder. Some might hint at past lives. Others might think we might be more fitted for that particular place. For instance, someone could look at a snowy mountain and want to ski down the slopes. Another might want to go indoors and get warm.

You can spend a short time in a place you fall in love with and remember it always. Or you can come back many times. It doesn't seem to matter. That place is your place.

I hope you find at least one place that gives you that special feeling - the feeling of coming home.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

New Year, New Place

After 27 years in one place, we moved. And we are now in a 55 Plus community, as they call it. It was time. Many younger people can be heard saying, "I'd never live in THAT kind of a place." Well, as the saying goes, "don't knock it 'till you've tried it." There comes a time when it suddenly makes sense to you. As do many other things in our lives! Oh, how I wish I had the wisdom of age when I was young and dumb! I think some people are born wise and Art calls them the "old souls." They may have been around before. The rest of us have to get knocked on the head enough times to shake sense into it. I think these reflections were somewhat prompted by rereading one of Robert Kiyosaki's books. He must have been one of those people I'm talking about, although he gives much of the credit for his intelligence to his mentor. Robert Kiyosaki, of course, writes on the subject of finance and understanding what you want out of life and how to get it.

We spent most of last year getting ready to sell our house, selling it, and then moving with tons of boxes. Writing had to go to the back burner, although I did take a writing course. I thought I was signing up for one class and then realized it was a whole series of classes so I just went ahead and did it. It is really a wonderful series so it was well worth it. I just felt at the time that I was running in place and wished I had more time to spend on it. However, as they say, that's life. I don't have anything to publish this year. I do have a few short stories but not enough to put together.

Anyway, I'm trying also to get to know this place we have landed in. It seems very nice, really, so far, after about a month. I'm hoping that it might inspire me. I suppose anything at all can. It's just getting to put something down on that darned blank page!

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Day After the Eclipse

No, I didn't have glasses to look at the eclipse. I did go outside to see what effect it might have. We had patchy clouds over the sun so all I saw was that the light looked a tiny bit dimmer but didn't disappear. Not very exciting! In fact, most of the time when there is some special thing happening in the sky, we have total cloud cover. Which is odd, because we do have a lot of clear sky here and it is a dark sky so you can see the stars. I wish I had a telescope, though, as my eyesight is not great. I can usually see the Big Dipper and Orion with the naked eye and at night, all the planes coming in to Newark Airport! Of course they are pretty high up at that point. Once we had an old TV set we got second hand (which had a great picture) - but it had one special quality. We could hear the cockpit transmission from the pilots approaching Newark! Not always but once in a while.

Electronics work better today than in the past (meaning 50's and 60's) but they don't have those quirky features that sometimes were so annoying at the time but are fun to remember now. Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried.

I hope to work on another book before the end of the year. I started it a while ago but the protagonist took a trip and it looked like she and I both got lost. Hopefully I will find my way out.