Not scientifically confirmed but....
I am finding that by skipping around chapters, meaningful revisions are taking place. I've done this in the past, though not recently enough to recall for which novel. Yet, it's working, and God willing I remember to do it again for The Hawk Book 1.
God willing is a phrase I've employed A LOT lately, not merely in conjunction with the electoral process here in America. God willing permeates to as many facets of my life as I recall to hitch it onto, because God willing is how I roll. God willing I will remember to edit books out of order from now on, but no promises, although Future Me winks, smiles, then goes back to her sewing.
(Meanwhile Past Me glances up from her spot at the computer, peers around anxiously, then returns to writing. I think she's nearing an important plot point in The Hawk, but honestly, she could be penning a Christmas letter for all I know.)
Currently I'm in a quiet moment of what will be a busy day; prepping the house for visitors who might arrive later this afternoon, cleaning for this weekend's party, laundry.... There's always laundry it seems, but that's all right because I like doing laundry. Or I enjoy the washer and dryer managing the heavy lifting. I stitched what is the last of three Eden Stars last night, pictured at the top of this post. Okay, let me clarify that statement; I sewed what was a prepared batch of stars, another twenty to arrange, but I've been stitching them in groups of three, and these turned out nicely. The office has been, ahem, rearranged as my eldest granddaughter will sleep here, so I had to remove all the STUFF that clutters the narrow edge of a twin mattress that otherwise acts as counter space, LOL. Much of that stuff now sits on the work table, a couple totes shoved under said table, those locations temporary. Does that count as cleaning or clearing? Not gonna get picky about it; it's DONE and that's what matters.
The last few weeks have been FILLED with things that MATTER. Like voting, you know. And being mindful that not everyone shares my views. But making those views known regardless. Because, God willing, my nation will elect a female president. Yup, that's my preference. Most likely we won't know for...a day, two, three??? God willing it won't take longer than that, but it might, and this weekend's celebratory bash will 1) act as a distraction 2) hopefully not be tinged with undue sadness 3) be a joyful appreciation either way to honor my husband turning sixty. When we moved to the UK in 1996, we actually flew there on my birthday, my THIRTIETH birthday. And yes it was in part that I'd be too busy making sure all went well to ponder turning thirty. And other than our then four-year-old son wailing upon our descent into Manchester due to not being able to pop his ears, our arrival in Great Britain was quite marvelous. I'm hoping the rest of this week is much the same.
That despite some hand-wringing and of course LOUD SHOUTS from the other party, America will elect Kamala Harris as president. God willing that will be the outcome. Future Me is staunchly keeping mum about the results, while Past Me continues typing, blissfully unaware of the current circumstances. I had no idea in 2013, when I started writing The Hawk, of what was on the political horizon, good and bad. All I knew then was my dad's probable start of chemotherapy to fight cancer. That's what I recall most from this time eleven years ago. Eleven years, where has that decade plus a year gone? It feels so close, like I could glance behind me and embrace my parents again, seeking their guidance, but time marches on, the four grandkids the most prominent proof. Books and quilts too, yet loved ones are more meaningful. After today I won't be posting as often as usual until sometime next week. And yes, if the political news is unsettling, I truly won't have much to say. God willing that won't be the case. God willing in a day or so I'll write something in a giddy rush, maybe posting a shot of Kamala Harris from four years ago alongside another of her from now-ish, beaming from ear to ear, God willing.
Not scientifically confirmed, but certainly how I roll....
