Time for a major reboot

And it all came tumbling down…

So, I did a quick check after the latest WordPress update — and found every single link appears to be broken.

I also realized I haven’t posted anything new in over a year. Okay, I was concentrating on submitting to agents. And then working through a fairly substantial rewrite. And then the pandemic hit and I lost all ability to focus…

But still! It’s probably time to consider a major overhaul of this site, in addition to fixing the broken pieces, and rethinking fundamentals.

I’ll see how it goes.

Giving it up for Lent

Boy, Lent really snuck up on me this year! Maybe because it still looks like “In the Bleak Midwinter” around here. And I am just not in the mood to give up something. Make that — something more. I’ve already given up most of my favorite foods. I get a lot of value on PBS and Facebook — I don’t see any virtue in giving them up.

My wise friend Posy reminded me, “Lent.  I’m sure you are already aware of people adding doing good rather than giving up stuff.” Okay, but… my days are already too full of obligation. Too little time. Surely adding more busyness and stress is not what this season is all about?

Yet — I think Lent is a good thing in itself. A time, once a year, to think about temptation and sacrifice. To recognize how you’ve fallen short, and to take some concrete action to better.

(And of course, many religions do this, not just Christianity. Even non-religions. Personally, I was raised a pagan. When it came to religion, my parents were uncomfortable and mildly hostile. I was mildly curious. Then I married a man who was raised in a family where the church was a fundamental part of their lives and identity. I have been a churchgoer ever since. Albeit one with a mildly off-center perspective on Lent and other church stand-byes. )

Anyway, I ran across an article in the New York Times entitled, “How to Be a Better Listener.” And decided that will be my Lenten discipline for 2019. Avoiding the temptation to drown the conversation with my own thoughts, and asking “What do you think?” first. Focusing on what the other person is saying right now, instead of waiting impatiently for my turn to speak. I don’t know about you, but for me, that is a real sacrifice.

But one which doesn’t give up something which brings me joy, or add more pressure. And maybe — can transform my perspective for the better? We shall see.

January – Endings and Beginnings

Mary Oliver’s poem “The Journey” seems appropriate this week, for so many reasons.

It especially speaks to me, as a writer who is still struggling to make time for my writing. It may speak to you for other reasons.

I haven’t pasted it here, because I respect copyright laws and an artist’s right to their own work. But I like to act as a matchmaker between readers and writers. So, if you have a moment and the inclination to visit this poem, here is a link to an online copy, posted by permission.

The Journey, by Mary Oliver

… while you’re making other plans.

So, Life Is What Happened last January, a few days after New Year’s. My husband had a sudden, unexpected, life-threatening medical adventure.

We were extremely lucky. His condition was addressed, he’s actually felt fine the whole time, and we’re back to a new normal. But our life got complicated for a while there, and I was totally discombobulated.

Which is why I haven’t  posted here in nearly a year. I also let my agent search for “Home Fires Burning” drop. And progress on the first draft of “Disaster Brewing,” the next mystery in my series, wobbled to a stop.

But I’m more-or-less recombobulated now, and it’s time to get back on track.  I just added “Write blog post” to my weekly To Do app, checked the submission guidelines for the next agent on my list, and added a small chunk to my work-in-progress.

Am I challenging Life by making too many plans? I don’t know, but… Wish me luck!

Photo on Visual Hunt

My whippet Presto

You know that disclaimer which authors always post at the front of the book? “All characters in this book are totally fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.”. Well, I hereby admit that is not entirely true for my cozy mystery, “Home Fires Burning.”

A whippet named Willow plays an important role in the story, and that dog is totally based on my own whippet, Presto. That’s Presto in the picture, in one of his favorite positions. (You can see he was a Wisconsin Badger fan.)

I say “was” a Badger fan because Presto was 16 2/3 years old — which was like 100 years old, according to our vet — and recently, reluctantly, we realized his time had come.  All of you with pets know what a wrench that is. A vet came to our house and gently put him to sleep.

He was a happy funny guy who was always delighted to greet friends old and new, and had a great life — patrolling our yard, chasing critters, supervising repairmen, basking in the sun and snoozing on the couch, taking neighborhood walks with many good sniffs, and sneaking anything that looked like food (his motto was “Eat first, ask questions later.”)

He leaves an empty space in our home. I’m still listening for the jingle of dogtags and the click of doggie toenails when I come in the door. We were lucky to have him for almost 17 years, but I will miss him for a long time.

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