Missed a few days here…

…some because I was just swamped with life, and then some because… I couldn’t think of anything worth sharing.

Now I’m back to try again.

Today was gorgeous. Sunny, around 80F, a soft breeze.  Birds singing, squirrels courting, azaleas, camellias, and spring flowers in mad profusion.  Children calling and laughing.  Remy, my Staffordshire, went out early and just didn’t come in.  Found her stretched out in the backyard, sunbathing.  Life is good.

On the writing front, things are … bumpy.  I am thrilled I completed the edits on Khyr’s story.  It is tighter, cleaner.  Not perfect…they never are…but I am proud of it.

The harder part is ahead.  What next?  I have a story I love.  Characters I adore and want to send out to meet the world.  So far the suggestions from those I know and care about who are part of the publishing industry (authors, editors, etc) are very very disheartening.  I am not usually one to be thin-skinned at all.  I accept critiques with delight in what I can learn and possibly improve.  I am open to advice and criticism because I want so very much to be the best possible writer I can be…

But this time…it is like ripping my soul out.

A friend whose clarity and wisdom I much appreciate suggested it is not just ‘this’ … but that it is another layer of pain and stress on top of all the monumental stress and fear we are already coping with in our day to day lives.  Another layer of hopelessness.

I want to tell you….don’t give up.  Don’t give in. We are strong enough to overcome the fear and the sorrows.  Strong enough to keep trying, to hold onto the precious things…like flowers in the morning sun, and our children’s laughter… and remember that the fight is worth it.  The human race is worth it.  Our world is worth it.

And, hopefully, in the end…maybe even just this small writer’s dream will be worth holding onto … until it is time for it to bloom as well.

 

Something Sunday

It was a lovely day today…a bit too cool for my liking, but positively balmy compared to so many places.  The week looks to be warming wonderfully to right around 80….then plunging precipitously on Thursday…just in time for my Little A’s birthday.

No worries, it will move indoors for Thursday and hopefully be warm again for his party on the weekend.

It is, of course, SuperBowl Sunday.  We used to watch it… okay, David watched it, sometimes some of the children watched with him, mostly I avoided all of it by staying in the kitchen making a mountain of snacks for hubby and the kids and then a special dinner and more snacks.  My only foray into the living room was to watch the Budweiser commercial.

This year… well, we don’t get tv any more, and even if we did none of us have any desire to watch the Patriots, who are beyond boring.  Poor David.  All the football fandom died with him.  However, there will be a couple of special after-supper snacks…just for fun.  And… watching the Budweiser commercial on the computer.  😀

Meanwhile…back on the ranch, or in this case at the old homestead…life goes on. I did weird and unusual things to the ‘stroganoff’ for supper…curious to see if they eat it based purely on my calling it by that name, lol.  Hey, ya work with what you’ve got 😉

(postscript… picky 7 yr old and suspicious 16 yr old just came through asking for seconds 😀 SCORE!)

The edits for Khyr will be completed tonight.

consider...:  Well…okay, my edits.  Next up…get a couple of beta read-throughs. Fix whatever they find….and in the meanwhile, work on my current wip, which is a fun mash up of eco-punk, fantasy, and who knows what else?  😀

14 Fashions That Put The Steam In Steampunk:

 

 

 

What now?

I wanted to begin back to blogging here the first of this New Year.

Frankly I was too depressed and worried to have anything encouraging to offer.  It wasn’t just the sudden terror of the new administration…although that certainly was more than enough.  There was a lot of turmoil on the home front too.  Culminating in a court decision we never ‘saw’ coming and broke our hearts but not our spirits.  We go on.  We fight on.

Some things… these kids… this country… are too important to yield to sorrow and despair

So here we are.  February.  January and February are, traditionally, ‘winter’ here in the Lowcountry.  Not so much this year.  The camellias are in bloom.  The azaleas are beginning to open. The sun shines and it has been low to mid 70s almost every day. Can’t really complain about a ‘winter’ where you can happily play at the beach without needing sweats.

Writing continues.

THIS was my Christmas gift from my amazing kids.  A printed hardcopy of my manuscript!

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I cried, LOL!

Edits on that one are almost completed and there are others in the works.  Always a story waiting to be told. And in these days… that is a bright star on a dark night indeed.