In all honesty, due to the circumstances in our world today, I haven’t felt much like blogging.
So, today I thought I’d share a clip from my finished novel that I’m shopping around. Okay, so it’s still trite in comparison to the tension in the world, but what I’d give for the days of just simple, good old family dysfunction.
Since Thanksgiving is this week, the below excerpt from my novel Whit’s Endshows the Whitaker family dysfunction regarding that holiday. Perhaps some people can relate.
In light of what happened in France, I had wanted to write something profound on my blog this week, but I couldn’t think of something. I mean, what is the compassionate thing to say in times like these that won’t be considered politically incorrect? I even wrote a long post and then trashed it, because it sounded preachy.
Robert Frost said he started the day making his bed and while doing so, he would make up his mind as to what kind of day he was going to have. During the morning routine, take time to delight in joys showing up.
Shopping, cold, snow, decorations, and lights. I like to take time out from it all and relax with the Christmas movies. Personally, I prefer the old standbys … It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street. I also enjoy Polar Express.
My husband’s favorite, however, is this movie. Can you tell which one it is?
We’ve been in our new, old hometown for five months now. For those of you who haven’t read here before, I call it my new, old hometown, because twenty-seven years ago I moved away from where I grew up. Now I’m back.