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.

 

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Summertime sunshine

Another long fun filled day at work.  Lots of work outdoors, as usual.  Cleaning up, cleaning out.  Putting new plants in.  Mowed, edged, weeded.  All in the blazing high 90s, heat index in the 100s South Carolina sunshine.  And it was good.

In between, since poor Merrill is down with the ick and the meds are making him nauseous, I ran to the store and got club crackers and Coke for the upset tummy, and tuna and catfood for the grumpy cat.

DeeDee wrote me a lovely letter of recommendation which I shall send off to the school system tonight. My ‘plan’  (you know what they say about the best laid plans….)  is to get a part-time or floater position job, if possible, with the County schools.  That would provide the income cushion I am sorely needing and keep me under the earnings ‘cap’ for folks like me.  With my teenager having handily outgrown all his clothes over the summer…I swear the boy is taller than me, so probably 6′ now… I am going to need all the money I can save up to get him clothes and shoes for back to school.

Good news front…for reasons I cannot explain but am delighted with…there is NO flea problem this summer.  Now the dogs are always on their flea/heartworm medications through the vet….but most summers the fleas are still ‘there’… there are always the random ones carried through the yard by a squirrel, coon, or local critter…   The last two months? Nothing!  I am thrilled.  The dogs are the most content and itch free I have seen them in years.  This is wonderful.

And so… off I go to write.  Edits on crit partner’s book are done and now it is time to get Khyr wrapped up.

Isn’t life wonderful?!

Monday Miracles

It was a good day.  Got daughter’s car back from repairs.  Worked here at the house and made some small progress.  Still much to do.  The tiny green shoots of my morning glories have poked above the soil an in a few weeks I will have flowers in a rainbow of colors.  It will be fun to see just what we have,

The dogs all got baths out in the kiddie pool in the backyard.  They love their baths and now they smell pretty too.

Next up for this weeks… try to get another 4 chapters edited.  Work.  And keep working on this house.

Enjoy SPRING ya’ll!

The Wet Side of Wednesday

Still raining here in the Lowcountry.  Gentle rain. Spotty rain.  Drizzle.  Downpour.  If it involved water from heaven, we tried it all out today.

All in all, however, it was another lovely spring day.  More and more flowers opening.  Huge scarlet camellia blossoms drifting to the ground as the rain washed them free.  It is the end of their many weeks of blooming now, and even as their glory wanes they paint lawns and fences with bright patches of soft color.  Iris are in bloom.  Dogwoods.  Something new each and every day.  Potted a new peony and a yellow rose today and planted sunflowers.

What I need is a lawn mower.  Of course with the rain I can’t actually mow but by the time the rains end this weekend my grass will be knee deep.  You could lose a small dog in there… fortunately I have big dogs…they can mow their own paths.  Not that they necessarily will,  big does not actually equal tough… case in point, our (not) very brave Pitbull, Red.  Red is big, even for a pittie.  Over 100 lbs and solid.  He looks like a tough dog.  Then we came home with the Christmas giraffe last night 😀

A friend gave us a 6 or 7 ft tall toy giraffe that lights up and has a scarf and Santa hat (they are moving and he just wouldn’t fit, lol)  Reesie carried the giraffe to the screen porch not knowing the dogs were out for a run.  Of course, she is shorter than the solid bottom half of the porch door and the giraffe much taller… all Red sees coming is the giraffe’s head.  And he freaks!  Barking and growling, and bouncing backwards like a Chihuahua seeing its first frog.  By now we are laughing hysterically and the dog is having a meltdown as the giraffe peeks in one window after another.  Red is retreating toward the house when Reesie opens the porch door and ‘walks’ the giraffe inside. We thought poor Red would have apoplexy!  Hackles up and can’t find a big enough place for his strategic retreat and won’t turn and run cause heaven knows what might happen if he took his eyes off this strange alien creature.

Giraffe is now temporarily living behind Red’s favorite sleeping spot on the sofa.  They have come to a wary truce, although periodically today he had to growl at the giraffe just to remind it who the brave dog guarding this house really is.  Image result for red nose pitbull