Friday, September 2, 2016

Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Into the Fall We Go

After a really hot summer, I hope that we get some moderate or actually, good, Fall weather. My writing seems to have stalled a little. I hope to pick up the pace now.

Edie Malone needs another outing and so she may get herself involved in trying to help her best friend's brother.  How this will turn out I am not sure.

I have been thinking about her Aunt Rose, who also has a nosy streak - it runs in the family? She seems to turn up every once in a while and won't go away. You'd think at her age she would trim her roses and stay out of trouble, wouldn't you?

I've been watching a couple of "International Mysteries" we got at our library. One was set in Denmark and one in Germany. I found the setting really fascinating. They were in Danish and Icelandic plus Swedish and Norwegian and for the other, in German, all with subtitles. Interesting to hear those languages spoken. In college, I took classes in Latin and Spanish. In high school, French, so most of my exposure to foreign languages was in Romance languages. I tried to take Russian but since it was the Cold War era, those classes were filled up. Not that this has anything to do with anything, particularly, but from a writer's point of view, looking at different things, or things differently, is always good.

Then, I went back in time and read Dorothy Sayer's "Gaudy Night" which always makes me wish I had gone to Oxford University. But old Hunter College wasn't so bad, after all. It had its moments and of course, it is located in one of the great cities of the world.

And so it goes. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. (A storm is approaching again!)

Monday, August 1, 2016

Tempus Fugit and all that

How the time does fly! The last time I wrote anything here was March and now it is August. We just returned from Wildwood NJ, where we celebrated our 50th anniversary with family. It was very nice and yet somewhat challenging for people near 80 years old. We had some children with us, fortunately not under our control, so we could retreat to our bedroom at night.

My writing is on the back burner, simmering but hopefully not burning up! It might be getting a little well done, though. It's becoming thick and soupy and needs to be energized. Funny how a food metaphor seems to apply

Someone once pointed out the water metaphor in finance, which is interesting. Think about it. The trouble is that any little thing can run away with my attention. Focus, focus!

That is my mantra for the nonce - ha ha, do you get that one?

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Back in the NorthEast

Back to reality, which in our case is the NorthEast USA. Daffodils are up and the grass along with the weeds are all surging up and greening the countryside. Weeds and deer - the twin scourge of my garden. It's more than a garden, it's an acre and three quarters, which is just about impossible to control for someone of my age, I'm afraid. We finally fenced in a tiny area around the patio because if not, anything tasty there (think flowers) would be consumed.

Anyway, seeing the days turn warmer and the air become milder is very pleasant. I even take Toby out for a walk once in a while. Walking a dog now involves trudging along with a load of waste in your free hand - encased in plastic, of course. We just used to let them go wherever which, of course, wasn't good. Toby can't be let off his lead safely when not being walked by his owner, (Kelly) but in spite of that, we enjoy our little walks. He does a lot of stopping, snuffling and scratching. I just breathe in the air.

I'm thinking of what I can write about next. Inspiration doesn't seem to come. Maybe I will take Edie out again and see what she's up to.

It's getting late and I'm sitting here with Inky, who enjoys a good massage when he can get one. It does take away one hand but I can type with the other.

Better turn in.

Thursday, February 25, 2016


Well, finally! I am pleased to announce that I am able to release my new novel, "Heart of Crystal." If you have been kind enough to purchase "Heart of Skydean," you will find that this continues with one of the same characters, Zee, who has a special mission to pursue, one that has to do with his identity.

Who am I really? I think that many people wonder about this question at some point in their lives. And I don't necessarily mean that this is someone who has been adopted. Sometimes all is not as we seem and there can be a surprise for those who question the status quo. Whether doing this is a good idea or not is something that this book poses as a question.

So I hope if you read this book, you will enjoy it. If you do, please leave me your positive comments on Smashwords. I will also list the book at Amazon in the near future.

In other news, I have been enjoying a visit to North Florida. I always say North Florida as opposed to just Florida since it is quite a bit different from what comes to mind first, such as Disneyworld, Miami Beach, and a tropical climate. North Florida is tropical, I think, but to a lesser degree. There are sabal palms and other vegetation which someday, I will look up. There are dolphins and this week there has been talk of whale sightings. Sadly, I haven't seen any whales - I might need binoculars. I did hear they have been sighted. At this time of year, they are having baby whales. I wish them well, as much of our sealife is endangered when it crosses the path of humans. There is a turtle rescue site I always visit in Juno Beach. They do wonderful work in helping these animals to recover from injuries and mishaps and let them rejoin their friends in the ocean. They also safeguard the nests on the beach where turtles come ashore to lay their eggs. Florida is a wonderland of American wildlife, a treasure that is well worth preserving.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Stop It!

Now that this election year has begun, I hope people will restrain themselves and keep political comments out of general venues such as Facebook. The thing about Facebook is that not only your close personal friends see your comments, but THEIR friends see them. And, guess what? Your friends may mostly share your political views, but the larger audience may not.
The worst thing about seeing political postings that you don't share is that you know you can't rebut them or even comment with your differing opinion (is that a rebuttal, too?) That might start something. So, you suffer in silence the comments that probably seem very clever to those who think alike, but infuriating to those who think differently.

Better to keep religion and politics out of social media (fat chance.) Actually I don't mind the religious postings very much as everyone needs a blessing once in a while. But to those people who are into political postings, please, give me a break. It seems that very few, if any, persons will even try to check facts or consider anything but their own opinions, so please, spare me. Please!

Sunday, January 3, 2016

2016, here we come

This is the first time I have spent New Year's in a different state. I must say it seems very odd to see flowers blooming outside while people are ringing in the New Year. North Florida has almost Spring- like weather at this time of year. But with the strange East Coast warmish winter, nothing is normal here either. It was warm and humid, 80 degrees, changing to 50 degree weather and rain.  Although in the North, now, 50 degrees WOULD be Spring. I'm sure it will clear up soon here. The North, I'm not sure about at all.

We are renting a condo. Condo life seems the thing down here for young and old. It is quite nice and comfortable. We had to ask the owner to bring in wifi as the complex predates smartphones and computers. Who can function any more without them? If you don't have them yourself, I will bet that you either know or live with someone who does. Or have to find somewhere to use one.

Anyway, I hope to get some writing done while I'm here. The hard thing for me is finding a block of time to do it. There is so much here and there and running in and out. Not that this means we are actually doing much. We did have to go about trying to find some things to add. A larger garbage can - I'm not one to be able to use a tiny one. Why do I have so much garbage? I have no idea. Next was a new phone charger to replace one left behind in a hotel. Hotels must have a closet full of these things. We need some tray tables as there is no coffee table. I didn't realize how central a coffee table is to a living room, for just setting (isn't it amazing?) a cup of coffee down, a book, a pen and paper, and so on. So maybe the busyness will come to an end and some kind of routine begin.

With the rain we haven't got a chance to set foot on the beach yet, but that is something I'm looking forward to. It's too cold at this time of year to swim, but not too cold to walk.

So we have the hope of better things to come. And isn't that what life is all about?

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Just Thinking...

Just thinking about how the story I am working on seems to be taking forever. I've been busy with other things and sometimes just can't get into it. But I still work on it when I can. It is in the realm of fantasy because there are some elements not seen in our world, and it is a continuation of a previous story. Maybe part of the problem is that the people are young people, rather than characters closer to my age. I sometimes do wonder how our own young people think. Finally, I'm starting to think that I've got to an age where my experiences are so far removed that people born from 1995 on have no way to comprehend the world that I have lived in. My own maternal grandmother was born in the 1860's, and she was around until I was about 8 or so, I think. Of course there were no televisions, cell phones or computers, not for many years. Those are now the framework of our lives, like it or not. I feel that I can understand other people, of various ages, having lived through those ages, but I don't think they could understand me, not having had those experiences. It is a somewhat lonely feeling. Imagine if we all lived to say, 200?  I've never been to a rock concert and I must say, I really have no desire to. I'm sure that it is exhilarating, the pounding music and electricity in the air. However, I would really prefer to sit quietly and listen to music! I love the sound of Rogers and Hammerstein, Cole Porter and many more, who wrote singable, danceable music. But if I would say that, of course, I immediately become too old to understand anything, to understand how awful that music is and how pitiful I am to think anyone could listen to it. I'm sure that this is what young people were saying to their elders through the ages. For some reason, though, I never thought that way, I liked any kind of music. I still don't much care for the way songs were sung in the 1920's - they sounded odd to me. But I understand that maybe the recording technology helped to make them tinny and maybe played them too fast. That, of course was popular music, not classical music. Anyway, this is all to say that trying to get into people's minds is not easy. I have to think about why they think a certain way. What makes something popular, why are some things hated, some things loved? Human nature, you gotta love it.