2012 First Winter Storm

Note to Reader:  As I was just about to post this, we lost power.  For about a day and a half.  We couldn’t get the generator working, because the starter had an electrical short.  So it was a very cold night.  Anyway, shortly after that was Christmas and then New Year’s Eve and then I had my eye surgeries for cataracts–the first on January 2nd, the second three weeks later.  I have a post about that coming, but I thought I’d put this up first, even though it is already February 1st.  2013.  Who would have thought 2012 would pass so quickly.  Anyway, here’s the post from December 20th of last year.

It’s Thursday evening on the 20th of December.  The wind is blowing like a banshee out there.  Max my hundred pound German Shepherd is trying to climb into my lap, but settles with curling around my feet like a cat.  When the doorbell rings he turns into Cujo, my fierce protecter with bared teeth leaping at the door, but he’s afraid of the wind.

Tomorrow is the end of the Mayan Calendar.  I don’t believe it will be the end of the world, although the increase of assault weapons with the threat of a ban and the NRA made lead to the end of us all.  The thought of the tragedy in New Town makes me want to curl up in a ball in someone’s lap.

Greg always cheers me up.  We have a tree up but decided not to bother with outside lights this year.  We have so few visitors; I put them up to bring me cheer when the weather is cold and dark.  But this year, I decided the tree would have to do.

I completed 50,000 words in November for NaNoWriMo, my Young Adult Novel LITTLE GLASS HORSE more than half way finished.  With that much intense writing, there’s lots to catch up with.  It was my first effort at NaNo and I had a great supportive group who all completed their goal.  Yeah!!!

Greg really cheered me up at Christmas by helping me make Christmas cookies for family and friends.  He did all the decorations!  I always knew he was an artist!  I ate a few too many of the leftover cookies, but I’m still glad we made them because we got great reviews from all of you.  It’s nice to be appreciated.  It really is the little things in life that get you through.

 

 

IN BETWEEN

An image from dried Iris leaves, part of a series I did while in grad school at UCLA.

I wanted to post a piece of my art from the past to illustrate my “in between” state that I am currently in: the center egg, about to give birth, nestled in the colorful foliage, being nurtured and protected.

This is how I feel after coming home from my last conference, well for that matter, all of the conferences I have attended in the last three years.  I am nurtured by all the generous writing professionals I am privileged to spend time with, by their advice and their encouragement.  Thanks to all of you.

I am protected by nature and nurtured by my husband and my animals in this wonderful place I call home.  This little piece of land in Leaf River, Illinois.  This beauty that I am lucky to wake up to each morning.

I am in between because of all the changes that are taking place and will take place as a result of my experience at the conferences, and for that matter, with any of the wonderful members of the writing community that I can now say I am a part of.  My life is rich and full.

This is kinda strange for me to be writing this, because yesterday, I hit a wall.  The ultimate fear.  That my work will never be done.  Never be good enough–at least for me.  I went to sleep and woke up realizing that it was okay.  I’ll send it off anyway, and continue to work, to make it better.

I read a blog today about a writer waiting for an agent to respond, the torture, the development of patience, or else madness.  I get this.  I used to be this way in my younger days.  But now, with 62 years of experience, years I am proud to have survived, I think it is different for me.  I actually sent off some pages to an editor months ago, and then promptly forgot that I had, too busy editing, over and over again, starting another book, a YA.  But now, I need to get organized because I will see that agent again next week at a conference in Evanston.  I need to take care of business.

That is the struggle being in this create profession.  We need to be creative, but it is also a profession.  We need to take care of business.  Achieving balance is the challenge.  Especially when I feel like a school kid, learning all kinds of new skills, Twitter, Gravatar, Scrivener.  I know I should be doing links to all of these for anyone who might be reading this blog, but that will have to wait for another post.  I need to get back to finishing the edit to my first 100 pages, well to the entire manuscript for that matter.  It is begging to be sent off, to start its own life out in the world of readers.  It is time.

I’ll work on balance some more tomorrow.

LOOSE ENDS

 

 

I’m at loose ends today.

Do you ever have a day like that?

Everything seems to distract me.

I’m focused on wandering.

Moving from thing to thing.

 

I’m thirsty–can’t find my drink cup.

It’s red, with a straw,

Packing tape holds it together.

With a blue cozy on,

Even though it’s insulated.

 

I’ve dropped it it few times.

Why do I expect it to work like new?

Now, the top is hard to screw on.

Sometimes I get it right.

Then it doesn’t spill down my front.

 

It took me twenty minutes to get some tea

Out of the refrigerator because

On the way to the kitchen I remembered

That I needed to move the sprinklers.

 

Every three hours, getting wet in the act.

One in front, one in back

Just to save the shrubs and trees.

They look so sad from the drought.

 

When I pass the bird feeder

I see that it’s empty.

Around the house I go and into the garage

To find the bag of seed half-full.

Don’t forget to put it on the list.

 

As I walk back round, empty bag in hand,

I yank out a few tall weeds

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

That keep the hostas from getting a drink.

The leaves more brown and yellow than green.


Covered in sweat, better get out of this heat.

Don’t forget to grab some tea.

In the broken, red drink cup.

Where did I put it down?

I’m at loose ends today.