My sixth book will be released this week from my uber-talented publisher, The Wild Rose Press. I am truly excited to show you Blooming Justice about a subject as current as the daily newspaper and I hope you will enjoy it.
Six books is a lot for me. I looked up Stephen King and depending upon who you believe, he has either 88 or 58 published. Maybe it was 88 written and 58 published. I have a few that never made it to the publisher too. I think I counted 28 from one of my favorite authors, Anita Shreve. I also found out she passed away last year, and I was unaware. Maybe I was writing.
But I’ve never been very good at math and I doubt that numbers matter with this subject. What matters is creativity. Sometimes I have it and sometimes it eludes me. I keep a mental file of ideas for stories and some of them come to fruition. Others don’t. My imagination works much harder than my fingers sometimes.
I find that when I’m publicizing a new book, my writing falls off and that has been the case this year. While I was preparing to announce Blooming Justice, the others I’ve been working on suffered. I need to get back to the keyboard.
But this Wednesday the 30th is the release day for Blooming Justice and Saturday night February 2, I am hosting a release party at Callahan’s in downtown Enid at 5:00. Come by if you are in the neighborhood. There will be appetizers on the table, and we can celebrate number six. I’d love to see you.
I’ve learned that numbers don’t matter, but I still need to get back to the business of writing. My creative side is missing out.
Check out Blooming Justice releasing Wednesday, January 30, 2019!
In my quest for life-long learning this week, I’ve decided, through trial and error, that I’m not getting any younger. I know this because of an injured hip.
We’ve talked this year about clearing my life of physical, mental and spiritual things. It seems most of my clearing was of the physical type. I’ve scrubbed white woodwork, cleaned out cabinets, and found a light-weight Christmas tree that can be stored in a closet instead of the attic. I’ve made a lot of progress. I still need to clean the woodwork in the back bathroom. I try to not look at it as I do my hair and make up in the morning, but it’s still there. Maybe next week.
Each week I write a blog to let you know what I’ve been up to. I have to admit sometimes it is not easy. I’m not that exciting.
As a writer, sometimes I get so tired and overwhelmed with my own ideas, I want to quit. I need a vacation. I have a bad case of wander-lust most of the time. Maybe it is the season and the stress that goes with it. I don’t really have that much stress these days since I retired. I can do what I want. And then the red leather recliner where I write calls my name. You have work to do, it says.
It’s Christmas and there are a million things to do. I think back about how I used to make Christmas happen with kids at home, a job during the day, limited funds, Christmas cookies baking, and still I managed to make it happen. I hope with some grace. Maybe not always. It should be easier now.
It’s been a long week. Things come in threes and we’ve had three so far this week.
This weekend was Small Business Saturday – just in time for Christmas shopping. Buying local from small businesses helps the consumer find quality goods and services and provides a living for the small business entities.













