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.
Go for it, don’t Wait. We can’t let world conditions, fear, or procrastination stop us.
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In our neck of the woods…
Daughter Dear took Little Boy
Darling out for a hamburger at a drive-thru, and along the way, he saw a
sign that said, “Stay Home. Save a life.” “I wonder,” he said, “how many people we’re killed.”
I’m home, and for the past
week, as some people have obsessed with thoughts of the coronavirus,
I’ve obsessed with formatting my book.
And after reading Mickey Spillane's quote: "The
first page of a book sells that book. The last page sells your next book," I wonder if Obi, our cat, should write the
first page of my novel. He likes to walk over my keyboard, and that would be
okay if he wrote something profound, but it's more like "Asdfgghibemt88888."
Maybe he's the angel sent to help me,
for I've had help. While I have the thought that if I can screw something up, I
will, once in a while, Divine Providence comes to my aid. This time it kept pointing
out that something was amiss with my Kindle publication. I kept finding little
errors, changing the content, waiting the 72 hours until it came live, for I
couldn't modify it until it was published. (I give Amazon credit, they were
faster with the publication than the 72 hours allocated.) Finally, I got a
thump on the head, telling me to go through the entire 300+pages again.
And what happened?
I found that a critical passage was
entirely missing. Not only that, but Chapter 34 went straight to Chapter 36.
Whoops, what happened to 35?
Thank you, thank you, oh Great Protector
You may be getting tired of me talking
about my novel. However, as the coronavirus has occupied people's minds for the
past month, the formatting of this novel has occupied mine.
I was determined to have it completed
and placed on Kindle.
And what did I find on Kindle?
I found that if you haveKindle Unlimited, you can read my bookFOR FREE. (Buying it is only $2.99, and you can lend it.)
There's a catch for me—not you. If you acquire it for free, I will get a royalty only if you read it. Sneaky Amazon, they
know how much you've read. I get a little compensation from Kindle Unlimited, (a monthly service) if
you read 10%, more if you read the whole thing. I understand why they would require a reading before a payment, for that would rule out people who clicked simply to get numbers.
Of course, you will want to read the
whole kit and caboodle of Where
the Birds of Eden Sing. You'll
I've read it 6,000 times; actually, I
don't know if I'm exaggerating or not, but every time I go through the
manuscript, I love it. It could be that it has become for me like watching old
nostalgic home movies, but I'm trusting that others will enjoy it. (A minor
character just popped into my mind. I know that person. He was raised a farm
boy but found in college that he had no propensity for agriculture, but was a near-genius
at math. He wore white shirts with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and had a
ballpoint pen in his shirt pocket. And when you hugged him you had to be careful less you get skewered by that pen, and when you pulled away the scent of Mennen
Skin Bracer aftershave lingered on your cheek. That's Ralph Sherman, one of the many people that
populate Where the Birds of
While I was ready to whoop it up in
having Where the Birds of Eden
Sing published on Kindle, and
I will, "WHOOP, WHOOP!"Last night, though, I had a strange reaction,
and it had to do with our present restrictions.
In the book, the characters travel a
lot. They can hop on a plane almost at a moment's notice and fly to wherever
they have set their sights. (Their journey covers three continents.) They can
be light and have fun, and go to restaurants and museums. This gave me cause for
pause. Is Paris locked down as we are? Can you climb the Eiffel Tower?
The world has changed. I was impacted by
a line in the documentaryBombshell (Netflix) about Hedy Lamarr. While she was
considered the most ravishingly beautiful woman in the world, she was not
honored until late in life for also being an electronic genius. Near the end of
WWII, when the US was almost losing the war to the Germans, she heard about a
torpedoed ship where over 200+ civilians and 80+ children were killed. While
people often feel helpless in such times, Lamarr said, "I have to do something about this."
Lamarr had an interest in electronics
fostered by her father, who guided her in childhood, so she set out to"do something about it." She invented "Frequency Hopping" to
thwart smart torpedoes. The military told her, "Little lady, you would do
more good selling War Bonds, than playing with torpedoes." Her patent was
buried and later found that it had been used illegally. In later life, she was
given a banquet to honor her contribution. She didn't attend the banquet, being
a recluse by then, but her son did, but she said she was happy to have
Today Lamarr's "Frequency
hopping" (the sender of radio signals and the receiver are coordinated,
while their frequencies are synchronically flipped so an outside signal can't
get in) is used in Wifi, and cell phones, and today the technology would be
worth about 30 billion dollars.
Lamarr quoted a poem by Kent Keith
(1968), "The Paradoxical Commandments." (Often referred to as
"Do it Anyway.")
The encouraging part of this is story is
that some people will say, "I have to do something about this, and they do
Here I am releasing a simple little
book, nothing world-shattering, but the current world situation was the kick in
the pants for me to get ‘er done. We can't wait around for later, or when the
time is right.
Before our lock-down, I was impacted by
Tom Dunne, who was Rosamunde Pilcher's agent. His suggestion to her was to
write a big fat novel for women. A good read. Something to get the teeth into.
And above all, that tapped into her life and encompassed her life- span. She
wrote her bestseller, The
Shell Seekers when she was
sixty years old.
I'm not going to tell you how old I am.
I will tell you that not only does Where the Birds of Eden Sing encompass 40 years, but it has also been in
the writing stage, off and on, for 40 years. Whether it's a good read or not,
only you can judge.
But now it is imperative that I release
my little bird and see if it can fly.
The next step: I'm off to type-set a
real-live, paperback…the industry calls it type-setting, although it is
If you're tired of Netflix, how about
reading a novel—mine. You might notice that it is written by jewell d, so you
can blame her. Just typing in the title Where the Birds of Eden Sing to Amazon.com works. Also this link: