And so it begins …
And so it begins …
My head is spinning from the whirlwind that has been my life since the 4th of July. We still have about a dozen boxes to unpack in our new home, plus need to hang pictures and decorate. There will be more updating to the house as well, but at least the major fixes are done for a few years.
In the mean time, I find myself experiencing the stages of grief over losing my mother-in-law three weeks ago.
I’ve been somewhat absent from the blogging world lately, because my husband and I have been going through some tough times. Continue reading “Take My Problems Back”
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 End shows the Whitaker family dysfunction regarding that holiday. Perhaps some people can relate.
While we temporarily stayed with my mom, the three of us decided to dive into Netflix. Since none of us had seen Mad Men, we started from the beginning.
Important side note: We’ve only watched the first two seasons, so please no spoilers in the comment section.
At first I was frustrated with the show and wondered how it attracted so many viewers. An important rule in writing, is that the main character needs to be likeable. Who would want to continue reading a book if they hated the main character?
I hadn’t planned on a post today, but we got some great news at the doctor’s office.
The original blog I scheduled for today is below. But, first, I felt the need to talk about my eerie morning. Soon after I woke up, I took the dog for a walk. I’ve been hearing about this polar vortex hitting the U.S., and it’s even supposed make it down here to Florida. Of course, we’re closer to the equator, so we won’t see negative numbers, or even single digits. It’s supposed to hit here later in the day, so I woke up to mild, damp temps. Except, a foggy, quiet stillness filled the air. Something felt creepy about it. Maybe it’s all the news reports of impending doom from this global warming ice-over. It’s strange how my air-conditioning is on right now, and my heat will be on by dinner time.
Onto my original blog about the new year.
It’s been said that many people get depressed during the holidays. I, too, have been known to feel a bit of melancholy during this time of year. So, being the analytical person that I am, naturally I look deeper.
Who wouldn’t want to spend Thanksgiving week doing this?
No, this is not a swingers blog. This is about becoming a child again.
Have you ever felt out of place, like a puzzle piece in the wrong picture? That’s how I have felt since the year 1988. That was the year my husband and I moved from the Chicago suburbs to Florida.
(Originally posted on February 15, 2012.)
After being dealt a bad hand of cards, Nana grumbled, “This shouldn’t happen to a dog.”
Grandma used her usual phrase, “Wouldn’t that frost you?”
The Weekly Photo Challenge called my name again. Since I don’t blog every day, and I already had blogs scheduled, I’m posting it two days before the next challenge.
I have three photos hanging over my fireplace mantel. When I first put them there, I loved the contrast between the two old photos and the new photo. I loved that you could see the difference in generations, in eras, and yet still see the similarity.
I wish you knew me,
and would let me know you.
I wish you cared about me.
and would let me care about you.