Delightful News




I know I said I’d not be posting here this month, but the exciting news that I’ve been included in Modern Creative Life’s Annual Anthology: 2016, got me off my butt to let you know about it.

Happy Holidays to you all!

What More Can Be Said?

img_1239To write, or not to write? That is the question. Is there more that can be said about what today means for we the people of the US of A? Except for one blog post, in the very beginning of this possible devastation, I’ve remained quiet and doing my best to stay positive. And how can one not be positive during the peak season of trees surrounding us with their magnificent colors?

I’m filled with excitement that we could have the first woman president in the history of this country. But I also fear the possibility of a loss. And then what?

Hopefully, by tomorrow morning. we’ll know more about the fate of this country and it will be good news.

All I can say is that Bill and I voted very early this morning, then went out for breakfast and clicked our cups of caffeine together in hopes of a win.

All I can say is, PLEASE VOTE. If you don’t make your choice known who can you blame if it doesn’t go your way?

Until next Tuesday, have a good week, and like I already said, PLEASE VOTE! We’re all in this together.



Finding Forgiveness

My mother and me, many years ago.

My mother and me, many years ago.

Yes, I’m here a day early to let you know I’ve written a guest blog post for Kathy Pooler here.

Kathy is the author of the memoir, Ever Faithful To His Lead, about domestic abuse and how she climbed out from under it.  She has been a major support for me during the writing and publishing process. I couldn’t have done it without her and the others who have cheered me on.

Tomorrow, on my books official birthday,  I will be back with another a link to another guest blog post.

Revisiting Days Gone By

An old family photo of me with my brothers, Reid and Zed. That my mother in the background.

An old family photo of me with my brothers, Reid and Zed. That is my mother in the background.

I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been looking back through old blog posts lately. The main reason was because I have a very busy writing schedule for the next month or so doing some guest posts along with keeping up with my weekly posts here and my monthly newsletter. I thought going way back in time would bring up an interesting post or two that I could reblog. It would save me time and and the effort of coming up with new idea to write about.

Well, it kind of backfired. It’s been at least a year or two since I looked through those ancient posts. I’m in a very different place than I was when I wrote them and even when I last perused them. I believe that it has to do with aging and the changes occurring within and without my mind and body. I’ve become fascinated with the way I used to think and how the aging process brings about those changes.

One of those changes is my reaction to places I go to or have been to. A year or two ago I noticed that whenever I went to our local multiplex movie theater and walked through the doors, I felt as though I’m on another planet. The the high ceilings from which loud rock music bounces, and the larger than life posters advertising headache inducing, sci-fi, fantasy, shoot em up bang-bang, car chase, and dystopian themes are gut wrenching for me. And the game room off to the side often exudes the sound of gun violence, making it even worse. Even when I go to see something quiet and dramatic or funny, the million trailer’s they show are for movies I’d never go to see in a million years.The turned up volume of those trailers has forced me to remove my hearing aids and plug my ears with my fingers. When I go there now to catch a flick that is not playing elsewhere, I feel that if this is my beloved, blue planet, Earth, then I’d best be getting off as soon as possible. Needless to say I don’t go there often.

Fortunately, we have a much smaller multiplex theater with large, comfortable, cushioned seats, and much smaller viewing rooms. Some have only six rows, seating as few as thirty people. And all of the smaller rooms have wonderful recliners where you can put your feet up, lean back, and be really comfy. Fortunately, I have not yet fallen asleep in them. You can also order a salad, pizza, beer, or wine to take in with you. Along with a few noisy, pop culture films, they show a great selection of independent and foreign films which are my cup of tea. They show only a few trailers and they are similar in nature to the film I’ve come to see, and though a tad louder than the feature film  the sound level is manageable for me.

I’ve found that journeying into past blog posts isn’t saving me any time at all. I get all caught up in what I wrote ten years ago and what it all meant at the time. Then I think about what more I can add from a different perspective. It’s huge fun and I’m delighting in learning more about myself and where I’ve been and where I am now. I will continue to revisit old posts from time to time and share my observations with you.

I suddenly understand what the older folks in my young life used to tell me, when they said, “I don’t understand this younger generation. I’m too old for this stuff.”

What’s Happening With My Book


For those of you who aren’t subscribed to my newsletter, I’m posting my May 1st newsletter here so that you’ll know exactly what’s happening with my book.  It’s an exciting and busy time with lots of travel, exploring and learning new things.

memes-bea-chicago4I’ll be making my way to Chicago this afternoon. I’ll be sitting in the She Writes Press booth #1150 at Book Expo America for a few hours on Wednesday and Friday, doing a bit of book pitching and meeting fellow SWP authors. I’ll also get to meet my editor Annie, who I loved working with.  I will also wend my way through the crowd at this huge trade show to learn more about the publishing industry. My first book, Australian Locker Hooking, published in 1980, was self-published long before Indie Writers were doing their own thing. The changes in the industry and book marketing are huge and I want to learn all about it.


My Newsletter, May 1, 2016:

Last week I noticed a big box sitting on my front porch, and asked myself, What did I order that I really don’t need? Running late for my Pilates lesson, I brought the box indoors and left it on the hall table. I didn’t notice the return address. A few hours later between fixing dinner and feeding the dogs, I remembered the package. I still couldn’t remember having ordered anything and as I slit the top of the box open I grew more curious as I pulled out wads of white packing paper. There before my eyes were the Advanced Reader Copies of SCATTERING ASHES, A Memoir of Letting Go. I had completely forgotten that they would be arriving any day — in time for me to take them to Book Expo America in just two weeks. Oh yes, I needed them.

Holding the book in my hands I couldn’t believe that I had come this far. During the last few months there were times I felt it was all a dream and all the work I had done on this project was just a figment of my imagination. But no, there it was. Bill grabbed a copy for himself. When I told him it was only a galley and still needed proof reading, he said, “That’s okay. I want one of each.” We celebrated with a glass of wine and toasted to the book’s success.

I also have other irons in the fire heating up. Last week I ordered postcards to hand out to participants at BEA, and to send to those on my mailing list. They just arrived and they look great with a photo of the cover and several descriptive blurbs. They were designed by a great designer, Alex Baker, out in Seattle.

Last week I heard about the 2016 Journal Conference to be held in Hendersonville, North Carolina, the week after I return from Chicago. I threw my usual need to stay home for a while after a trip aside and signed up to be there. I will have just four days between trips to get laundry and other catching up activities done before I head out to what I believe is going to be a great conference.

I have been journaling for the past 35 years and those writings were extremely helpful to me as I began putting my story on paper. Writing daily journal entries was a huge part of my healing process as I struggled with PTSD and life as my mother’s caretaker. I’m looking forward to meeting other writers and journal keepers and want to begin the process of putting together my own ideas on how to help women in my own community begin keeping journals and writing their own stories as a way of healing the bumps and bruises that life has to offer.

Also happening: My publicist just sent out press releases and ARCs to several publications in hopes of having them write reviews. After I return from my trips I’m hoping to get a few articles written for various publications. Things just keep on happening and at times my excitement gets out of hand!.

I never woulda thunk this would be happening for me!

You can go ahead and preorder SCATTERING ASHES on either Amazon or Barnes & Noble now.