Shadow light of morning. Twilight, my favorite light. The pole lamp has gone out. Can see the pasture and all the way to the line of trees across it. There’s a hint of a mist on it. Cooler, but the 70* is a warm and humid one–still barefootin’–and not a leaf stirring high or low this morning. An abundance of birds enjoying flying through the trees in the clear air. Some just twitting, chirping, and one who actually sang before moving on. Every now and then I hear a pecan fall on the metal roof. I doubt we’ll have a harvest this year, though.
A new day. I have a number of hopes for today. Likely, just by odds, some of them will come true. It’s good to remember that. I have fears, too. One is my mother, who is getting weaker and been having these ‘spells’. I fear inabilities–can I deal with whatever I need to deal with for her? Can I make right choices for her?
But with the fears, we can fall back on the hope to weather the fearful happenings, and odds are that we will. I am reminded of something the writer Faith Baldwin wrote: “Why worry about how will you manage to get through it? You always have, haven’t you?”
We do get through. I have discovered that I am stronger than I knew, that all of us are. And that each day has so many blessings, just wonderful things that happen to me out of the blue. Yesterday I got phone calls from both a precious Oklahoma friend and my dear sister-in-law Carolyn Matlock-Hessling. And of course I enjoyed some fine tea grown on high mountains all the way around the world from me. Pretty cool, this life on earth at this time.
Guess I’m chatty this morning. I can’t wait to hear about your plans and day!
“I found success because I wrote for the love of writing.” ~Hugh Howey, author of Wool.
Check out Hugh Howey’s stellar article: Self-publishing is the future–and great for writers.
When I read it, I suddenly heard the old gospel song:
The gospel train is a comin`
I hear it yes at hand
I hear the car was movin
And a rumblin` through the land
Oh get on board, get on board, get on board
There`s room for many a more…
Two weeks since I’ve been here, and I have been busy. As I wrote in my previous post, I decided to put aside my latest book project and focus on a few other projects that have been languishing in the works.
Ta-da! I finished one of those projects last week. I’m happy to report that Mary In Color is now available on Kindle!
Mary In Color is the story of Mary Lunsford and the disturbance and hilarity that ensues when she, a woman approaching middle age, long widowed and with 3 grown daughters, dares to open herself to romance. Mary has spent her life looking after others, and happily, but suddenly she finds she wants something more. It is a story about how we change without really realizing, and about daring to reach for dreams. It is about mothers and daughters, and love and family, and yes, about moving on. My fiction always reflects lessons I’m learning in my own life.
The journey with this project has been, as it always seems to be for me, one of fits and starts. It began a year and a half ago, when rights to a number of properties originally published by Harlequin Books reverted to me. One of those was a short novella I had written that had been published in a special Silhouette Books anthology, To Mother with Love, 1992. After that first printing the story went out of print and has not seen the light of day for twenty years.
Let me say that so much of my early work I would just as soon leave buried in the past. But I read this novella and was absolutely delighted. So I rewrote the entire story, enlarged and changed and turned it into a brand new book: Mary In Color.
For this week, Mary in Color is available on Kindle for the special promotional price of 99 cents. I hope it give you a bit of relaxing reading time, a break from the harried rat race, and returns you to your world refreshed and with a high heart. That is the great gift of fiction.