By reading my blog you give me the opportunity to do the work I love, that is talk about life and its various aspects.
I know, wandering around is one of the things I do best, so I thank you for respecting my voice while I do it.
Why wish on white horses? They give us hope.
I’m a seeker, and I figure that you, being here, must be one too.
They say we didn’t come into this life with a manual on how to live it, but what if in our wanderings, we find one.
I got an email from a writer the other
day talking about his new book, “I’m like a kid waiting on his little sister to
get ready so he can go into town to get an ice cream. “I am soooo anxious to see it in print I can barely contain myself.
“I worked on this book
exclusively for two years. I had nothing to talk about at social
gatherings because I couldn't talk about my work until it was finished.
“All I thought about day
and night for two years wasThe
That was Tom
His first book #I am
Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams, I am , I am, I am, called me from a
bookstore shelf in Shasta City on the 3rd of July. I liked it and thus signed up
for future notices.
Well, I, too, have been
working extensively on two books for two years.
And instead of feeling like
a kid about to go for ice cream, I am scraping myself up from the floor. The
centrifugal force from the potter’s wheel upon which I had placed the lump of
clay that is me, threw me across the room where I landed with a Splat. It’s an
emotional drop after completing a monumental task, yet knowing those two books,One Year on the IslandandSong of Africa,are not completed. Both need to be
edited, sold and marketed. Finding people who want to read them? Well, that’s
I told a friend aboutSong of Africa, and she said
she got goose bumps, a story for older people, a lesson in knowing that when we
think life is winding down we find that the best is yet to come.
This is a story about
finding love later in life. It is about seeing that life can be exuberant at
any age. There is an old adage that says, “When we start weaving the gods
will provide the skein.” Miss Sara Rose proves that to be true. Her dream is to
ride a river in Africa. After retiring, she goes on a quest to Africa in search
of spiritual meaning, and the glitter she felt missing from her life. There she
finds someone to articulate her soul’s search, and the love of her life.
I have spent such a long
time with the people who populate this book that they are family, Sara Rose the
spinster school teacher, her granddaughter, Patrice, a child of Africa who
predominately shares this story. There are her best friends and a goddaughter
in King’s Valley Kansas, her brother, the Cardiac Specialist, and family in Los
Angeles, and the Peace Corp Volunteer who went to Africa fell in love with “the
most beautiful woman in the world,” then wooed and won his father, Robert
Deshane, from Los Angeles, to Africa.
Robert knew the moment Miss
Sara Rose stepped aboard his dilapidated old river boat,The Rocinante, that he had
drawn her to him.
There is an entire portion
that involves a man named Clyde that I have left out.
For thirty years I didn’t
know if Sara Rose lived or died in this book. Now I know.
Life events fell into place
Within a couple months of
each other, both our old dogs died, we got new puppies, (Peaches led me to
mine, Bear to daughter's). I got my books to a reasonable place, and Little Boy
Darling began school which means I can, on certain days, have wheels again. For
two years Little Boy Darling and I spent time together and I wrote, Husband
took the car, daughter took the truck, and I stayed home, a change for a person
who doesn’t like to let moss grow under her feet. Now I can take husband to
work, grandson to school and Viola’ Joyce has wheels.
And I ride herd on puppies.
I love it. I’m not complaining. You know the drill with puppies: chew, romp,
pee, poop, chew, sleep, play in the yard, chase the chickens, play in the
house, sleep. Repeat.
Sweet Pea (mine, the white
Mal-chi) is a Spit Fire, a wild child. Lafayette, the Coon Hound's
attitude is “whatever.” Sweet Pea will be much smaller, but right now at three
months and Lafayette at two, they are pretty well matched.
Song of Africais posted in
its entirety on #Harlequin Wattpad until I believe October, then it
will go bye bye, maybe before if it doesn't suit them. Entire manuscripts
are due September 21.
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