Well it finally has happened. Thanks to being confined to home with the latest CoVid variant I was able to get my latest novel published in paperback form. This is exciting as I can now give copies to my local libraries and have some on hand to sell myself.
Readers can order it from Amazon.
As this, my second novel, hits the presses I am already in final edits of my third novel, Saul's Swimmers.
Who am I?
I am a writer.
Well, it finally happened. Last week I tested positive and the past eight days have been most unpleasant. Sure, after day five I could knit again, and watch mindless television, but doing anything that requires effort, like doing the dishes, or putting away groceries is e x h a u s t i n g!
On the plus side I did finish yet another round of edits for Home and Away. to have it published in paperback form, so that is exciting, I just have to finalize the copyright page and then it is good to go.
The weather has been amazing, and I have spent some time on the porch enjoying the antics of the young squirrels that are creating havoc on my back deck. They have eaten all my primulas, and pansies, chewed off the blossoms of my toad flax and dug up and taken away my Amaryllis bulb. There latest antic is to get on top of the hummingbird feeder and lick up the nectar.
I guess because we no longer have a cat they think they can do whatever they please. Whenever my husband or I go out the back door and yell at them they fly off the deck into the surrounding cedar trees. I have become a mad harpy yelling at them to get out of my plants and off the feeder.
My son says I need an animatronic Owl. We did look up remedies to stop them from getting into the plants and it seems they don't much like the smell of coffee, so I have been putting coffee grounds around all my plants. Of course that is when I noticed the little buggers on the hummingbird feeder so I commented that I guess they don't like their coffee black, but instead with some sweetener.
I know, I know - first world problems.
My husband tested positive about four days after me, and then my daughter is home sick today. She tested negative, but she has all the same symptoms so I imagine she is in the same boat.
Tempers are running short but I think maybe tomorrow we could at least go out for a drive and maybe a coffee on the beach. Something to look forward to. This virus isn't going to keep me down much longer.
I am grateful I can attend church via live streaming of the service, but I am missing my choir, my swimming, and my journalling group.
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Also this week my sock design went live as a part of the Supersock World Championship on Ravelry. It will be available for sale after the championship is over, but it is exciting to see it being knit by some of the racers.
So ya, I got CoVid this week, but I still have lots to be grateful for.
Sometimes LIFE seems to be insistent on sending me a message until I pay attention. The sermon at church yesterday was on patience. It was about letting the other person finish their thought, and then pause, have patience before wading into the conversation.
My Lenten reading today was on Patience. Patience as in waiting for God to answer. My CoDependent reading today was on....yup, patience.
Patience according to one definition is: The state or quality of being patient; the power of suffering with fortitude; uncomplaining endurance of evils or wrongs, as toil, pain, poverty, insult, oppression, calamity, etc
Oh my goodness - that is not at all what I expected, that sounds like 'the patience of Job', so I had to look up other definitions.
From Merriam-Webster : able and willing to bear, not hasty or impetuous.
Hmm that seems closer. I have always thought of patience as 'waiting my turn', or 'not trying to rush an outcome.'
Patience is tough. I am a CoDependent in recovery, and I am not always patient in waiting for the miraculous promises that this particular twelve step group reads to us every week.
Promise 2: I am no longer controlled by my fears. I overcome my fears and act with courage, integrity and dignity, and
Promise 11, I trust the guidance I receive from my Higher Power and come to believe in my own capabilities.
Yes, after seven years (and a boatload of patience) I am coming to believe in those promises. And I have plenty of examples of prayers being answered - in God's time, but I am first to admit that to me, God's time can be awfully slow.
But patience, dear girl, patience.
I am notorious for finishing my husband's sentences and assuming I know where his words are going, and it drives him batty. Plus, I am usually wrong.
So, I have received the message about patience LOUD and CLEAR. I will allow others to finish their sentences, or even paragraphs and pause before weighing in.
It's the least I can do while waiting for God to take care of my prayers.
I hear the voice from that 1970s television show 'KungFu'....."patience, grasshopper, patience."
Not something I am good at, but damn it I am going to try.
I know that I have been away from this blog for some time. That doesn't mean I haven't been busy writing, journalling, healing.
My latest novel went live today on Amazon. This ebook, Home and Away, follows the adventures of Sarah, a sixty-seven year old widow, who finds herself, in March 2020, locked down in Croatia as the world struggles to manage the pandemic. It is a story of love. Love of herself, her family, a little one-eyed cat, and a certain Croatian gentlemen.
This read would be a great escape from the news of today. Buy a copy. Make yourself a cup of tea, and curl up with my new book.
I hope you like it. Let me know in the comments.
Oh, and now this is published I promise to be post more often about the this and that of my life.
