Monday, July 24, 2017

Looking for Love -- Or Maybe Just LIKES


In the past few days I've done a thing I really hate doing -- gone down my friends list on Facebook and asked people to LIKE my FB Author Page (Vicki Lane Mysteries.) That page is my official authorial site with links to excerpts from my books and my web site. And on the Author Page, unlike my personal Vicki Lane page, I stay away from politics (and baby pictures and dogs and cats and all that other stuff I talk about,) confining my posts to Things to Do with Writing.

Why, you may ask, why have I committed this egregious act of Blatant Self Promotion?

Well, at this moment, the manuscript (or its electronic equivalent) of my Civil War novel is in the hands of six different publishers. And while one likes to think that it is being judged on the merits of its prose alone, one suspects that the commercial side is being weighed as well. 

In short, it occurred to me that a publisher might wonder if I have any sort of platform on social media -- if there were people who might be interested in my writing -- i.e., potential book buyers. 

Yikes!  Maybe, I thought, I'd better ask folks for LIKES on my author page -- which has lagged sadly behind my personal page. 

So I began the process and have been really gratified by all the folks who've responded to my plea. (You LIKE me, you really LIKE me!)



It's one way of being proactive . . . and something to do while I'm waiting to hear if the novel finds a publisher.

 Of course I'll shout it out if anything good happens. But it may take a while. Things move very slowly in the publishing world.

At times like this, I find myself thinking of the saying (Robert Louis Stevenson) that it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive . . . 

That's certainly true if there is nothing but rejection at the end of the journey.

But I hope that wont be the case.



Saturday, July 22, 2017

Back to the Garden


Back to the garden that, thanks to John's efforts at keeping the wildlife out and spraying the greens with Bt, is now demanding that I come harvest some stuff. 


Since we've had a lot of rain (till recently,) the cucumbers are a great success, running up their trellis and out all over the area (and shading out the eggplant but that's my fault for planting it in the same bed.)

My baby sitting duties are mostly in the mornings and the afternoons are WAY too hot recently to tempt me out. 

When Nancy (my co-grandmother) and I switched shifts on Thursday, I made my slow and careful way down to the garden to see what was to be seen -- lots of cucumbers and greens, radishes and some jalapeno peppers. Also basil in sufficient quantity to think about making some pesto to freeze.


Above is a bronze fennel flower -- when it goes to seed, I'll save some for Italian sausage. 

Below is Tuscan Kale -- my favorite green. I sauteed some with colored peppers (from the store,) onions, and garlic and used the whole colorful mess as a topping for some store-bought fresh ravioli. And topped that with a lightly fried egg.

It looked spectacular and tasted great -- I only wish I'd taken  a picture.


I'll try to use Saturday and Sunday morning (when I'm not on Josie duty) to harvest more greens and basil and then to make pesto.

As always, the second half of July has brought our hottest weather. Our house, thanks to electric fans everywhere, is comfortable -- unless one attempts something foolish like vacuuming.

Afternoons are a good time to summon my untapped Tennessee Williams character and collapse on the sofa with iced tea (or, later in the day, gin and tonic) and fan myself with a magazine. 


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Get Your Head Out of the Clouds . . .


For writers in the Asheville area here's a chance to take a positive step toward improving your writing skills!

Registration is open now for the various terrific classes offered through the Great Smokies Writing Program and beginning as early as August 30. Go HERE for more information.


The class I'm leading is SYNERGY CENTRAL -- an advanced creative prose workshop offering students the chance to have up to fifty-four pages( eighteen pages at a time) of their work -- fiction, non-fiction, memoir, or any combination thereof -- critiqued by their peers and line-edited by the instructor. 

 There will be brief in-class writing sessions but the focus will be on responding to each writer's work with thorough and constructive critique. It's been my experience that the synergy emerging from groups like this can inspire, energize, and propel a writer to the next level.

The class will meet at The Asheville School on Wednesday evenings from 6:00 to 8:30, beginning August 30.

This could be the start of something big!


Monday, July 17, 2017

Cranky Monday -- Only Two . . .


Only two of the many spelling/usage errors that I've noticed recently.

 One is Woah! used in the sense of Stop! or Hold on there!  Shouldn't it be Whoa! as said to stop a horse?


The other is Here, here! used to signify agreement.  This is awfully common but I looked it up to be sure that I was correct in believing it should be Hear! Hear!

I was. It derives from Hear him! Hear him! -- used in approval during a speech. Kinda like spontaneous Amen's during a sermon.

What about you? Are there any annoying bits of ill-used language that make you grit your teeth or reach for a red pencil? 


Sunday, July 16, 2017

Two Birthdays


Yesterday Ethan came up from from Atlanta for a quick birthday celebration in his honor. Unfortunately he's even more camera shy than I am and has made a pronouncement that if I put his picture on my blog, he will de-friend me on Facebook. So I'll have to be satisfied with a picture of his birthday cake and the pretty flowers Claui brought up.




Josie, on the other hand, isn't afraid of being photographed and it was her two month birthday.  My, how she's grown!


Aileen didn't accompany Ethan -- the logistics of their two dogs and our two dogs are tricky. So it's a quick visit and he'll be heading back to Atlanta today for another birthday celebration.


But it was nice to have most of the family together, however briefly. And fun to listen to the brothers talking animatedly, late into the night.


Friday, July 14, 2017

Ray -- a Drop of Golden Sun


I'm getting up earlier these days to make it down to Josie's house in order to start my baby-sitting duties at 8. I set the alarm for 6 because if there's one thing I dislike more than getting up early, it's rushing.


Early rising gives me time to fill the bird feeders, eat some breakfast, peruse my email, post my blog to Facebook, and skim through the online NY Times. 



Being with Josie now is almost like a meditation -- paying attention to what I'm doing now. Sit on the porch and look at things, bottle, diaper, cuddle, silly faces and sounds, and repeat.  All with a background of Yo Yo Ma and Bach's cello suites,

When she sleeps, I read -- currently THE BRENDAN VOYAGE about the effort to replicate the fabled voyage of St. Brendan from Ireland to the New World in a curragh -- a traditional craft made of hides stretched over a flexible wooden framework -- or I write --(I'm working on a short story at the moment.) 

I know all this this will change and evolve -- there will be a lot less sleep time. But we'll learn together as she grows.