In A Bookish, Quilty Mood

This shot from mid-January taken at Trinidad Head reminds me of the game show as though a sign plugging a holiday in Tahiti... Many years ago I came to the belated realization behind the true concept of a game show that I watched as a kid. That the 'prizes' given away were just solid tokens of advertising for those items. Yet not merely the prizes, but all the products that made up the vast array of 'games' that contestants played to win their booty. Without naming the show, not wishing to give it more than its due, it was an AHA moment. And now when something of a similar sledgehammer upside my head occurs, my husband and I call it a Game Show Kind of Moment . Well, we use the actual name of the program, lol. Today I had one of those concerning the writing. I woke up WAY TOO EARLY, thinking about when to put tomatoes in the garden, where will I plant random baby zinnias, just silly stuff that at two a.m. wasn't conducive to finding sleep. Sometime after three I qui

A gobsmacking amount of slug/snail deterrent to keep safe this assortment of zinnias, marigolds, nastutiums, etc... After days of rain, a little sun is prevailing, but not as much as was forecast for yesterday. Cloud cover is natural here in Humboldt County, so I took the opportunity to spend much of the day pouring over my novel (because being inside when it's sunny outside feels extremely wrong). Having rearranged it from four parts to three went fine, but we'll see how I like it upon another round of revisions, although at this point revision is a little heavy-handed. Few typos were found, yay! Several commas were excised, ha ha, (I do love me some commas when writing) then they are deleted as I make my way through various rounds of edits. But there remains at least two more read-throughs, mostly for my own personal edification. Then.... We'll see what happens next! Prepping a novel (or series) for publication is an involved process; covers to design, blurbs to conjure,

SO MUCH WATER! 18 April 2022 My husband was watching the SF Giants in a double-header against the NY Mets, but the sun popped out and instead he's pottering around the yard. Meanwhile I've been revising Part Two of my impending series, although I'm wondering if I should consolidate it into three books rather than four. And spinning in the washer is a recently located quilt from 2015, which I made right after my dad died. I called it the Dad-land Flag in part because I was groping around trying to find my footing. And because nothing else sounded good. One reason I'm considering a re-org of my series is that Book Three currently has no title. But I'm quite enjoying this story and if I did have suitable cover material, I'd be publishing Part One right now. Maybe it's good this series needs to simmer a bit, sort of how I've been hanging inside while the rain comes down in buckets. The picture above is from yesterday when it POURED for around twenty minutes;

For a week I've been mulling over how to write this post; rejuvenating or restarting a blog after so many years away deserves careful thought, although in the long run this entry will be way down the list. Yet after a nearly four-year hiatus of musing about the work, here I am on Easter Sunday. Not sure of the connection, but I'm certain it's meaningful. In the meantime, where do I begin? Maybe I'll note why a blog that has been around for over fourteen years only has two entries as of now. I started on Blogger in 2007, wrote A LOT, then switched to WordPress in 2013, where I blogged until 2018. All those entries are saved, but not everything needs to reposted; in addition to writing plenty of novels and publishing some of them, I became a grandmother during that time. Both of my parents also died, Mom's passing in 2018 the impetus for closing the WordPress site. No longer did a career as an author appeal; all I wanted was to shut down, attempting to fathom how both

 For now I'm just thinking about it. We'll see how the next few days go.