I’ve had four writing projects stalled for the last few months. The first project, my YA mystery “Double Take” has been published. (Let the blowing of celebratory horns begin!)
Now I need let people out in the readerverse know that it exists and I think it’s rather lovely. But I have these naggy other projects that want to see the light of day.
So, you lovely people of the internet, do I spend my time promoting my book (which you can find on amazon ) or get the other projects done? 50/50? 25 promotion 75 projects?
What would you suggest?
Exactly 450 blog posts ago I started with the belief that I had so much to share with the world. Hubris, indeed. The blog has turned into more of an events journal, rarely going deeper than day to day happenings, some thoughts, and tweets that made me laugh.
The subjects that are most dear, I have not blogged about: my health journey and the politics happening in the US presently. Am I a coward? I don’t know. I do admire those with a unique voice that share what is really going on with their lives in a way that reaches out and helps others. Can I do that? Do I have the courage?
I only know that I am giving myself time to re-group. For the last several years I’ve posted 3-4 times a week. Faithfully. Have I run out of words. If you know me, you know that is impossible. But what am I willing to share? Will this continue as a journal of sorts…..happy events? Or will I have the desire and guts to share those deep places in my heart. Time will tell.
“It’s okay to take a break.” I will repeat these words again and again to myself until I believe them.
PVC “Walkers” for novice skaters. What a clever idea.
Today Robert and I had lunch out and then took a stroll to see the new tent in town. Salem (Oregon) decided that it needed a skating rink at the waterfront park. From the outside it looked like a huge white turtle-shaped tent. Inside, it was all a buzz with music, laughter, and the soft scraping of blade against ice.
It brought me back to ice skating as a child on a pond near our home. Very different, of course. My experience could have been a template for a Norman Rockwell painting. The air, so cold. I navigated my skates with a wobble and could never get the hang of skating backwards. But it was such fun. Once I got into a glide, it felt like flying.
The tent today was filled with very loud music and so many people. Did I even try to skate? No. But I loved watching those brave enough to do so. Everything was different about my experience as a child and this big beautiful tent full of strangers. Everything, except the crackle of excitement that filled the air.
Thank you, Salem, for this bold experiment. You made my day and you gave the city a wonderful winter experience. May this year be the first of many for the big white tent.
It’s important to be informed, I tell myself, as I read various articles and tune in to PBS or the BBC. Don’t turn away…keep involved. There is a lot to be discouraged about in the news with conflicts, natural disasters, and those disasters of our own making. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed.
So there’s the Hallmark channel where you know what will happen in the first three minutes, the comforting archetypes showing up time and time again. Sometimes I do long for a happy ending where everything turns out right in the end.
But the world is more complex than that. No one is all villain or all heroine. The villain never knows he or she is in the wrong while our heroes often slip off their perches.
I’ll keep watching, listening to and reading news, because I think there’s a responsibility I have as a citizen of the world. I also try to remember that there are people and organizations doing great things with their power or money to make this planet better.
Still….the pull of fake conflict and the perfect ending. It’s not real. I know it’s not real. Yet sometimes I just need a break.
Hubs was out on a walk yesterday and brought home wonderful pictures of the colors around the neighborhood. Folks are out raking, with some muttering under their breath “dang leaves.” But the leaves are so spectacular, it’s hard to be mad at them for dressing up before they fall.
Hubs and I are night owls, so it’s a challenge to get the bird seed out early enough for the birds and squirrels. Some mornings they will be lined up on the edge of the shop as if to say……”Wake up, sleepy heads! We’re hungry here!”
Wish I could take credit for the great picture of a baby squirrel. Alas, I could not find the photographer listed. The reason for such a sweet ball of fluff is that we have a fourth squirrel in our back yard. It’s a wee one and had such a hard time figuring out how to navigate the bird feeder. We were rooting for it, and now it takes from the feeder like a champ.
Two feeders and four squirrels make for fine entertainment. They do not easily take turns. The birds, however, are patient and fly between the feeders and the water fountain with such grace. Backyard beauties, all.
We are entertained by our squirrel friends who stop by daily to munch birdseed and perform amazing acrobatic feats of bravery and skill. If we are not early enough, they wait patiently on the lip of the shop roof wondering when breakfast will be served.
Since the fires east of Portland, our bird population at the feeder has at least doubled. The squirrels and birds take turns munching as if revolving acts in a play put on for our entertainment.
Early afternoon everyone leaves as our neighbor’s cat does his walk through. Once he leaves, the back yard gets back to a flurry of activity. Squirrels vs birds, birds vs birds, squirrels vs squirrels….the drama is endless.