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Cure for Worry– Write About It

I’ve often heard authors tell of taking all their anger about an errant husband, bad divorce, back-stabbing friend and writing a really good book. Theraputic beyond measure to torture and knock off the nasty character in a nasty way. Saves loads of expense for a therapist.

And, yes, I’ve gotten rid of some of my resentment of a few people in my books. For example, the writer who made a snarky remark about my not being a Southern woman or writer, as I was from Oklahoma. I dealt with that bit of stupidity nicely in Chin Up, Honey, and it gave me oh, so much satisfaction. (No, I’m not telling the woman’s name. Funny, I’ve clean forgotten her name, but not her expression of distain. If she’d been in rain, she would have drowned.)

But my point, and I do have one, is that writing is a cure for a myriad of ills.

This morning I was having a very tough time getting going. The day was before me, and I could not apply myself to anything, much less writing. I suddenly had a vision of myself, and saw black birds of worry fluttering around my head. I realized that I could not imagine anything but my worries.

I got my journal and made a list of the worries. You know it only came to four that seemed pressing, and they were all about the same thing–losses that I was afraid might happen. I do not know if they will happen. I was projecting the worst. That is the thing about a writer– we’re very adept at envisioning catastrophe.

The very nice result of writing down my worries, though, was I could see the error in my thinking, was made aware that I could just as well turn to expectation of good, and even make a list of these scenarios. Then I gave it all up to God, “Here you go. I can’t handle any of these situations but You can, thank you very much.”

I’ve been writing like a house afire ever since.

Re-starting the day out right…
Dear God, today when I worry, let me give my worries to You, and focus on the beauty of this day. I have so much precious and beautiful around me today. I will not cloud my vision of it by fears of tomorrow. Just for today, I will live unafraid. Amen. So it is.


In Praise of E-Books

Chin Up, Honey -- from the Valentine Series, in Kindle

I was asked if any of my books are in e-book form. Yes! Whose aren’t these days? Well, my mother wanted Mila 18 by Leon Uris, and it is not yet in e-book, but no doubt soon.

Last night I glanced into my mother’s room and saw her reading on her Kindle. What a blessing this modern e-book is to her! My mother has lost most of her sight in one eye, and she also suffers from glaucoma and extreme dry eyes. All of this has made reading a regular book all but impossible; losing reading has been one of her great dreads. Thanks to e-book technology, which handles the glare and allows for enlarged text, my eighty-four year old mother is able to read again.

If Wishes Were Horses, and that's me and my filly, Baby Girl.

I have an iPad, and I thought I would read a lot of books on it. I have not, as yet paper books still are my favorite. But I do enjoy reading on it antique books long out of print and that I would not be able to get at all. Many of these are free! I also enjoy sampling books in order to decide if I want to purchase them. And with the iPad there is the added capability of reading in the dark so as to not bother the bed partner, as well as using the device to light your way to the bathroom. The charge lasts a long time, so if you’re stuck without electricity from a hurricane, you’ll have both reading and light for many hours.

Love in a Small Town, The Loves of Ruby Dee, and If Wishes Were Horses are all available from e-book publisher Belgrave House, in many formats on their site, as well as from Fictionwise. All of these books and Little Town, Great Big Life, Chin Up, Honey, and Cold Tea on a Hot Day are available Amazon Kindle and B&N Nook.

Hope you all are enjoying your reading.

Great Pantyhose Debate Revisited

This photo has nothing to do with this post, other than another thing I'm doing is drinking a lot of cold tea to keep me writing. Hot days lend themselves to writing.

I’ve been absent from the blog because I’ve been writing. I’ve discovered that if I want to write on a new book, as well as some other bits and pieces, I have had to cut down on other activities. I am a person very easily distracted. I’ve also cut down on television watching and correspondence, making way for the hours I need for to focus on the crucial beginnings of a new book. First things first. And frankly, I find myself quite relaxed without jumping all over the web.

However, I’ve received a lovely letter from Joyce C., who asked me to repost the Great Pantyhose Debate. She put simply ‘pantyhose’ in the subject of her email, knowing I would instantly know to what she referred. If you have read my novel, Chin Up, Honey, you may likely also know the story. (Begins on page 102) The debate actually took place in 2007, with my dear Big Mama.

If you have read my blog, you know that we lost Big Mama last month. It is a joy to share this memory of a cherished time. Have a chuckle with Big Mama.

As always, blessings,


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The Great Pantyhose Debate, or whhyy would you do that?

Do you wear your pantyhose with panties under them, or without?

This question came up on a visit to my dear mother-in-law. She and I were talking about how different things are now than when each of us was young. My mother-in-law is seventy-nine, so obviously a lot more has transpired for her than I, but one memory we each share is the advent of pantyhose.

My mother-in-law said, “You know what I like best about pantyhose? You don’t have to wear any panties with ‘em. I mean, the panties are built right in.”

I agreed in a more or less automatic nodding fashion. I was reclining on the couch, my mind drifting into the past, remembering far back to the an early age and girdles and those things, whatever they were called, to which we attached hose. My mother-in-law brought me out of this reverie by speaking ardently.

“You know, one time I was ridin’ over to church with Doris and Delphia, and I mentioned how the best thing about pantyhose is not havin’ to wear panties under them. And that Delphia said, ‘You don’t wear panties? I do.’ She said it like that and looked at me like I was nuts. I said, ‘Well, Nooo! Why would they call ‘em pantyhose, if you were supposed to wear panties with them?’” Read more


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