Writing to Catch Up

Archie Buie, my father

So it’s very past time to write in this blog, to update my readers, to get words on paper/screen again. First, my father is doing much better than we could have expected a few weeks ago. I am VERY thankful for that, for your comments here and the fact that I have learned a lot through this experience; not only about my dad and his amazing ability to “bounce” back, figuratively speaking, but my ability to adapt. It was a scary time for awhile there facing the loss of the one man I’ve known literally all my life. I spent much time contemplating the world without him in it. I guess you could say I was given a “test run” on this part of the life and death process.

I found much solace in nature during this time. I ended up finding many plants for the garden my husband and I started before I dashed off to North Carolina. The foliage, the rich colors of the flowers all helped me find a sense of peace and order in the midst of the chaos my emotions were going through at the time. My father has now recovered enough for me to feel good about coming home. He won’t ever be as he was, but he still “is” and I’m happy. He is too, especially because he’s back to fishing! I’ll visit him again at the end of July or beginning of August and I am okay with knowing there is no way to know what will happen next or when with him. Life. It is very good right now.

As if to affirm that, the flowers and plants that are now at home in our new Memorial garden are thriving. They continue to provide the calm and peace I needed so much while up on North Carolina dealing with my father’s failing health. They remind me of him and his strength, his love and his amazing blue eyes, still full of his essence. They remind me of the ever-changing aspect of life.

Now I’m off to write something else. More posts will come soon, as I’m eager to expound upon a few subjects now that I’m back at the keyboard again! Must say I missed it.

Morning Has Broken...In Upon My Sleep

Cat Steven's Morning Has Broken 

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  “Morning has broken,” well, not really. Only by the clock. Outside it is still dark and I should still be asleep. But my mind and body are in cahoots against me staying in bed, and so I find myself here, putting this time to some use.

I have submitted the “new and improved” copy of Evangeline’s Miracle to CreateSpace. Another step in this long business of trying to “make it” as an indy published author. Time will tell if going this route will be easier than with selfpublishing.com or not: whether the lesser cost on the front end will be beneficial or not. Building my own road map isn’t easy, is stressful and causes me to question myself all the time.

However I continue to push on through, mainly because I do enjoy the writing process, most of the time. I enjoy the stories selling for sure. But really, I continue because of one person’s belief in me and my abilities. He helps me think of something besides my fear of failure. The thought of making his faith in me worthwhile is a driving factor in trying to pay attention to what the future might hold in a positive way instead of negative.

I hope that soon he will share this “business” with me and not have to go somewhere else to work every day. This is a goal. This I strive toward. This pulls me out of my own issues, allowing me to concentrate on making a mark upon the world in a good way.

I am blessed with good and great friends. I am blessed with good health and a wonderful family. I have to remember that I am blessed at times like these when I feel alone in my bones.

Now I’ll go and ponder upon the Seventh Man and see if he will allow me to find the spark that’s missing. I wish you all a good weekend and hope you have many opportunities to tell someone you love and appreciate them: to give lots of people hugs and be hugged in return.