My adopted son's birth father showed back up in his life and his birth sister went missing and their Mother bought a ticket to come visit. The sister was found 6 days later, the Mom is wonderful and even the Dad was a good thing, but it was still, stress that kept me away from book and blog and marketing.
|getting a chance to refresh by "Stopping to smell the flowers" does help|
|When trees fall in the yard, we mourn them, but then get to work instead of buying more wood for our only source of heat.|
|The fallen redwood crown had one last message for us.|
|morning fog in the neighborhood mimics the state of my exhausted mind|
|Storms and non-stop rain left the drive a swamp until my son brought some gravel.|
|a tiny grape hyacinth says spring is here|
Joanna Penn wrote Pentecost, and I loved the thriller pacing of the story, and her characters were compelling, but I found that over and over again, I was distracted by the fact that she did not set the comment apart from who it was being addressed to in using direct address. One small mistake, but obviously her blind spot, and it confused the issues for the audience, when, "No, it's not Morgan" did not mean it wasn't Morgan, it meant something else wasn't what it appeared to be and someone was talking to Morgan.
After publishing my own, Duffy Barkley is Not a Dog, I had someone point out times when scanning the typed pages into my computer had done things like turn "Came" into "Carne," which I had spent days fixing but I had not found them all. Worse, I had some characters leave the group, and without coming back together, still participate in the conversation at the climax of the novel. I also had written the book over a long enough span of time that I had spelling inconsistencies with "Bell or Belle Island" and "Turtles Bow" Vs. "Turle's Bay" referring to the same place.
I wish there were a Wiki site where you could work on your novel and well meaning friends could come make suggestions and edit before you said yes and hit the "Publish" button.
|The 90 foot spruce tore out of the ground and brought down the top third of the redwood growing close by.|
|neighbors helping clear the road|
|son tackling the task of turning tree into firewood|
|A nearby area that soothes my stress and lets the tangled thoughts unwind.|
|Crane on a barge come to hoist tsunami sunken ships from the Crescent City boat basin.|
|Crescent City Harbor with sunken fishing fleet|
|The animals return but the boats cannot yet.|