LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO 41

legal   I have the greatest job in the world.  In the last few years I have found myself unemployed twice through no fault of my own.  I worked at the local Air Force Base for fifteen years before my job disappeared one day.  They no longer need me or my boss.  We were shown the gate as they took our contract.

Then I went to work for an oil and gas company that left town without me after two and one-half years.

I’m too young to retire and too old to hire, evidently.  However, not everyone felt that way.  I’m working in the legal field again after a twenty plus year hiatus.  I’ve dusted off the paralegal certificate I busted my hump to get while working and raising teenagers, and I’m back in the saddle again.  Part time and temporary.  I’m filling in for someone on maternity leave, but have been assured they will need me now and then and maybe full time someday.

I recently felt like someone was trying to tell me something by pulling the rug out from underneath me so often.  When I was down, I always fell back into my writing and I have a couple of publishing contracts.  So, I think it was worth it.

However, back to the greatest job in the world; I work for the best legal team in the universe.  Not that they always kick butt and take names in the courtroom (sometimes they do), but because they are the best bunch of people I have worked with in a long time.  They care about each other and the people they represent.  They are an eclectic bunch and as a writer I see fodder for my next novel.  They love the fact that I write and applaud my efforts.  My boss’s wife has even become a beta reader for me.  I think I am right where I need to be.  I don’t make much money, but I have time for my craft and I am practicing being retired.

A few years ago, I began to wonder what I would do if I retired with no hobbies, and writing came back around to embrace me.  Now I have time for it, and I am making a go of a hobby that might make a second career (or third, or . . .).

What do you do for a living?  Is it just a way to make ends meet or do you love what you do?  Let me know.  We’ll discuss it.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 40

bottles    A few months ago I posted a blog about old friends being the best.  My husband’s friend had a milestone birthday and his family gave him a surprise party.  This weekend, my BFF from high school had a craft show (and cleaned out some closets) so I helped her.  Actually, it was an excuse to just hang out, visit, eat lunch, and drink her coffee.

You know you have a great friendship when you can just pick back up like the decades haven’t passed, and giggle about the same things you always did.  We haven’t aged, only our bodies have.  She looked at the pictures on my phone and said, “Who are the old people, are they our age?”  They were.  But,I came to a conclusion,  a soul doesn’t age, it’s only the body that ages.  Souls stay the same – at least the good ones do.

Martha is a wonderful, crafty person.  She creates crafts most people never think of. (https://www.facebook.com/FlonniesGirls) And it helps that she has a huge craft room of her own where she can work.  I write on the love seat in the living room.  I guess as long as your muse can find you, it all works out.

She and her husband are living the dream.  They work from home, are obvious soul mates, and their home is their castle.  She cooks, gardens, and crafts while her husband, Mike, paints and sculpts in his studio http://www.larsenstudio.com/.  And they still allowed me to interrupt their idyllic life for a few hours.    wine bottle garden

I filled the back seat of my car with crafts before leaving and she barely allowed me to pay her.  But, she’ll find a little something extra in her knitting basket when she looks.  When I asked if it was okay to blog about our day together she said yes, as long as I didn’t mention the discussion on our bra sizes.  Mum’s the word, Martha.  Thanks for the great day; we need to do it more often.

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WAYS TO KEEP YOUR HOME COOL IN THE SUMMER

Electricity-Prices   If you live in Oklahoma, and I do, you noticed a big change in the weather this summer as opposed to the last two.  It rained! And consequently it was much cooler.  That meant my lawn didn’t burn up, the water rationing was a little less stringent, and I used less electricity to cool my house this year than last.  That was good for my pocketbook and everyone’s energy usage.

Our OG&E bill is on the Average Billing cycle, but I know I spent less this summer than the last one.  There are only two people living in my house these days  – no teenage kids taking marathon showers using all the hot water, all the while keeping every electrical appliance in the house running at once – but we still use our fair share of electricity.

There are ways to save electricity whether the Oklahoma summer cooperates or not. At my husband’s insistence (and SOMETIMES he’s right) I shut the blinds throughout the house when the temps were expected to climb above 95° during the day.  They were closed before I left for work in the morning and they stayed that way all day.  It is amazing how much heat can come through those original 1980 windows that have not been replaced. Everyone knows it is cooler in the shade than it is in the sun.  Even though I love the great outdoors, no one was at home to look out those windows during the day anyway, so why not?  I could always open the blinds once it became cooler in the evening.

OG&E has many new ways to reduce your energy consumption like SmartHours, myOGpower and their Home Energy Efficiency Program (HEEP).  Just go to http://oge.com/environment/EnergyEfficiency/Pages/EnergyEfficiency.aspx and check out the new ideas for consuming less energy and saving money.  You’ll be glad you did. Be sure to follow them on Twitter @OGandE or like them on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/OGEpower.

What innovative ideas have you come up with to save energy in your home?  I welcome your comments.  I’m always ready and willing to learn something new.

Compensation for this post was provided by OG&E.  Opinions expressed here are my own.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 39

1230024_10151918098675309_715355572_n  I’m late with the blog this week, but I have a really good excuse.  I was in Manitou Springs, Colorado at my son’s wedding.  It was a beautiful wedding that took place at The Red Crag Inn’s Onaledge Bed and Breakfast http://www.onaledge.net/.   The wedding was just family and close friends and there will be a large reception next weekend at the Groendyke Lodge.      1375820_10151918100065309_550593317_n

Not only did I inherit a daughter-in-law, she brought with her with two grandchildren.  I wish the new family many years of happiness.

The night before the wedding a huge meal was cooked for us with steak and all the trimmings, including cheesecake for dessert.  The wine flowed freely and it gave us a chance to get to know everyone.

In the afternoon of the wedding, my daughter and I gathered wildflowers and made small arrangements for the balcony and the boutonnieres. After the wedding we had champagne and wedding cake and then dinner at the restaurant next door later in the evening.  20130922_093207

My suite at Onaledge Bed and Breakfast was fabulous.  You could see Pike’s Peak out the picture window from my living room and the shower was to die for! Legend has it that the inn is haunted but the ghosts left us alone. 20130922_093110

The next day after the wedding we took the kids to see the Garden of the Gods, did some souvenir shopping, and had another huge supper at Heart of Jerusalem authentic Mediterranean food in downtown Manitou.

We crammed a lot into our short four-day vacation, but had tons of fun.  It is about a nine hour drive from Enid to Manitou Springs and our daughter was kind enough to let us use her Honda Pilot.  There were five of us in the car with luggage and dress clothes so it was tight, but no blood was shed.  I’m tired and glad to be home, but loved the trip.

Congrats to the new Mr. and Mrs. Chad Chambers.  1238325_10151915154420309_175952540_n

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013; NO. 38

paper 1  If you read my blog on a weekly basis, you will notice a little change this week.  In an effort to re-invent myself, I am constantly looking for change, and it was time to change the website.   “Views from the Hammock” will include my writing, gardening, recipes and occasional musings about life.

I am a semi-retired worker writing multiple genres who loves life and underdog causes. Family comes first, but there is always plenty of room for friends and community if my help is needed – and sometimes even if it’s not.  I can be as hard to get rid of as an unidentifiable rash.

I sent my western short story to Bret Cogburn’s newest contest and wait with baited breath for his call begging to use my work (ahem).

And then I went on to another idea.  This one was brand new.  It all started because we went to the new Enid recycling center (once we found it) and lost some paper along the way.  My ever vigilant husband turned around, pulled the truck to the side of the road and chased the paper up and down the ditch.

“I wouldn’t have worried about it so much,” he said, “but your name was on some of it.” I’m frugal, I’ll admit it.  I reuse paper in my writing.  I load the printer with used paper (big red X’s on the back) and then begin the edit process.  Why is it easier to see your mistakes when they are on paper than it is when they are on the computer screen?

Anyway, the kernel of a story started to grow in my imagination – what if someone found a manuscript in a landfill?  You know some Pulitzer Prize winning piece that was just thrown out?  Not like what blew out of the back of our truck, but some real knock-you-down great stuff?  What would they do with it?  What would you do with it?  Well, I decided to write a story about it.

So begins another trip down the road less traveled.  Will it make all the difference?

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS DO TO IN 2013: NO. 37

Lake Overholser  Adventures on the S-curve if life is what I called my husband’s Ural International Rally on September 7, 2013.  His latest and greatest toy is a Russian 2006 Ural motorcycle with a side car.  Being a member of IMZ – Ural club, he learned about the rally and decided to see what he could accomplish in a short time.  There was a list of things to do on that day – sort of like a scavenger hunt.  http://nationalrallyday.com/score_roster.php  For each event you checked off the list you earned a number of points.  He was on his bike for over 11 hours and traveled approximately 214 miles.

Starting with breakfast in Enid, he and a buddy took pictures of the places they traveled during the day with the bike in each picture. 012 The sidecar was first occupied by the friend’s son and then later in the day in Edmond, he picked up our grandson for a ride.  They traveled to places of historical significance and took pictures of members of the military or law enforcement, old trestle bridges, and found a surprise along the way near Crescent.  Hidden from normal view was a 1940 Waco plane where they spoke with the owner and took a picture.  007It’s easy to make friends along the way with what my husband calls “The Ural Factor.”  It is an unusual bike to see in Oklahoma and always attracts attention.

He was tired and sore but I knew he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.  The day turned off very hot which didn’t help his travel, but later in the evening he sat in his recliner, cool and showered with a smile on his face. Life is short – get out and enjoy it.018

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 36

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Much like my guest blogger, Aaron Smith a few weeks ago, I can’t decide and stick with a writing genre.  I’ve written love stories, children’s stories, fantasy and horror fiction.  This week when my writing club said write a 150 word story – in your genre – about insects, I stood there with my mouth open.  I told my husband what the assignment was and he said “incest?”  Men never listen.  But, anyway, I was still in shock about the idea of my genre even though I was glad I didn’t have to write about incest.

So, I wrote four stories in the four genres that I usually write in, and they are about insects.  I don’t know which one to use.  Here they are:

 FAMILY LIFE

She rubbed her antennae against his and chirped in surprise at how rough it was.  Her’s were always smooth and soft.  The rubbing became more urgent as the feelings increased; then afterwards they collapsed into each other’s front legs in the hole they had dug in the ground.  The place the new larvae, yet to hatch, would sleep.

The new  young were their responsibility, ones that they took seriously.  The children would soon join them as they marched to the picnic grounds to feast. They would never be alone again.  New lives, theirs to mold and teach; they would show them the best leaves to munch when the picnics were scarce, how to carry the crumbs from the tables, never to climb inside the sticky jelly jars no matter how wonderful they smelled, and always run from giant boots.

Ah the joys of family life.

 SUMMERTIME BUGS

The little girl watched the red bug with black spots as it crawled across her finger.  The tiny feet tickled as they moved along her hand and up her arm.  She giggled.   Muffin raced around the back yard chasing his ball.  He would bark at it because it was trying to get away and then nose it when it didn’t move.  Soon bored with his games, he trotted to the shade of the big tree to lie down at Sally’s feet.  She stared at the thing on her arm.

Laying his head on the corner of her dress he looked up at her as she laughed.  The ladybug crawled up her neck and was approaching her face when it flew and landed on Muffin’s nose.   He looked at it with crossed eyes as it walked across his fuzzy nose.  He sneezed and it flew into the warm afternoon.

 FAIRY GAMES

On tiny fairy wings she flew across the lawn and spied the gray multi-legged creature under the leaf.   She was looking for the object of their sport.  Reaching down she touched it with her hand and it instinctively rolled into a ball.  Just what she needed.  She scooped it up into her hands and flew away with her prize to the field where the other fairies waited and tossed it into the center of the group.  A whistle blew and the games began – kicking and rolling the ball toward the goal post at the other end of the field.  Each side had a chance to make the goal if the other did not block the shot.

The games continued into the evening when the fireflies came out and then the fairies yawned and flew home.  The grey creature unrolled itself and began to crawl back where it came from.

THE LABORATORY

The grasshopper hopped in the door behind the man in the lab coat and then to the other side of the room.  It was cool here in the brilliantly lit room with bubbling beakers and whining machines of every type.  Electricity pulsed between rods as the scientist flipped the switch.  And that was the last thing the grasshopper knew until he felt the pressure of the roof against his back.  He grew until the building around him cracked and fell away and he was once again outside in the heat of the day.  He knew only one thing he was hungry.  And he leaned down, picked up the screaming man in the lab coat and bit him in half.  Blood dripped from his insectile maw as he crunched the bones and swallowed the cloth coat with whatever was inside it.  Afterwards he hopped away looking for another meal.

Insects will never be the same.  Which one do you think I should use?

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO FOR 2013: NO. 35

three musketeers  Old friends are the best.  I’m not saying that new friends can’t be good too, but the ones that have been through thick and thin with you – the good with the bad – are the ones that you keep at the top of your list.  They’ve seen you when you’re up and they’ve seen you when you’re down.  But still, they keep seeing you.

Such was the case this weekend when we attended a surprise birthday party for my husband’s best old buddy.  Someone he has been friends with since grade school. These three old friends (sorry honey) – the three musketeers – were together again last night in honor of a milestone birthday.  My husband, the one in the red shirt, and the other two old geezers have known each other since the first day of grade school.  They’ve been through school days, marriages, divorces, births, deaths, job changes, financial changes and life in general and still came out the other end as friends.

They sat around the dining room table last night with friends and family and a great steak telling stories of their glory days, some of which were probably true.  If they were true it is a wonder I have two children.  It is a wonder their father survived long enough to become a father.  But the friendship is what really survived so long.  It is a wonderful thing to have a friend for life and live to talk about it.

Happy Birthday Stan.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 34

aaron-smithMany thanks go out to my guest blogger this week Aaron Smith. His work has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines. He has written stories in the mystery, war, western, horror and science fiction genres.

His latest works include:

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JUMPING GENRES

“Now you’ve written a horror book? But you wrote mysteries…and that jungle story…and a western. Why can’t you stick to one thing?”

 I’ve been asked questions like that many times. Some people seem surprised that I can’t just stick to writing one type of story. Maybe this comes from the fact that so many well-known writers are considered to fit mostly into one category. Stephen King, for example, is usually referred to as a horror writer, even if his work does sometimes border on other genres. So some people seem to assume that a writer should find his niche and stay inside it.

Why would I want to do that? Working in different genres is too much fun! I enjoy reading books of different genres, watching movies from different categories, being in different moods on different days, so it’s natural that I would want to write about different things. And also, my mind tends to go where the work is, and I’m happy to be the type of writer who can adjust to various genres. This way, if a publisher wants a mystery, or a horror story, or a piece of science fiction, or whatever, I’m pretty sure I can deliver.

Of course, that doesn’t mean every genre comes easily to me or that I enjoy each one equally.

The Sherlock Holmes stories I wrote came quite quickly to me because I was so familiar with the characters of Holmes and Watson that writing in Doyle’s world was like revisiting an old friend. After Holmes, mysteries in general come to me pretty easily, at least as far as coming up with a basic concept goes. Ironing out the details isn’t always so simple.

Horror comes pretty fast too, as fantasy also does because those genres allow a writer to create a world in which almost anything is possible (as long as he consistently sticks to his own rules once he’s established them!). Science fiction is a bit more difficult since it has to focus more, at least to some degree, on how things work rather than just the fact that they do work.

And then there are certain genres that I deal best with under pressure. A couple years ago, I was asked to write a western story for inclusion in The Masked Rider Volume 1, from Airship 27 Productions. I agreed to do the story, but wondered if I had done the right thing since westerns have never been a favorite genre of mine and I wasn’t sure if I could come up with something good enough. But it happened! The fact that I was obligated to do that story forced the mental wheels to turn and I came up with an idea and finished the story and, to my surprise, that story, “The Long Trail of Vengeance,” got one of the best reviews I’ve ever had. Considering how well that turned out, I’ve tried, a few times, to write another western, but I can’t seem to get it to work! Apparently, that’s one genre where pressure is needed to provide inspiration.

But my point is that I love jumping from genre to genre and I don’t think I could ever stick to just one type of story any more than I’d want to eat the same thing for dinner night after night after night.

Thinking about that, I realize that jumping from genre to genre requires me to vary my approach and writing habits from project to project. This has been a busy year for me as I’ve had six stories published so far in 2013, including a novel and a novella with two more novels to come before the year is over. So now that I’m on the subject, I’m thinking about how each of those four pieces was different from the others as far as the experience of writing them went.

Earlier this year, Quatermain: The New Adventures was released. This book contained two novellas, one of which I wrote, about the 19th century jungle adventurer who first appeared in H. Rider Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines.

Allan Quatermain is the second most famous character I’ve had the privilege to be asked to write about, after Sherlock Holmes. When handling characters made famous by previous writers, I try to keep two words in mind at all times: respect and essence. The truth is, when a reader buys a book in which modern writers continue the exploits of a character who’s been entertaining audiences since before those current writers were born, in most cases they’re not looking for an Aaron Smith (or whoever the new writer is) story, but a Holmes or Quatermain story. In these instances, the character is the primary attraction, and the author is not. Readers don’t want my version of Quatermain. They want something as close as possible to the original. These are fans of H. Rider Haggard and I have to respect them and Haggard himself. That’s where essence comes into the equation. I must identify the qualities that made Allan Quatermain an effective character in the first place and stick to them! Quatermain is a small, wiry, muscular man with a prickly beard and a sun-beaten face. He’s not a young man. He was fifty-five in King Solomon’s Mines. That’s the Quatermain I wrote about. He’s a skilled hunter, an expert marksman, and can be a forceful but fatherly figure to the younger characters around him. That’s how I see Haggard’s character and I tried to keep him that way. I can’t write like Haggard or like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. To try to mimic their styles too closely would be dishonest, as that’s just not who I am. But it’s my responsibility to maintain the essence of their work.

Borrowing other writer’s characters requires restraint. Some writers are tempted to alter such characters into something they weren’t originally. I refuse to do this. I have too much respect for those who created great fictional characters like Holmes and Quatermain. Those characters border on archetypal status now, more than a hundred years after their initial appearances. Who am I to mess with that?

Last month saw the publication of my spy novel Nobody Dies For Free.  I was thrilled to finally see this book out because I’d wanted to write something in that genre for a very long time.

Writing this one was a very different experience from working on Quatermain. In this case, I was writing in a genre I’ve loved for most of my life, but trying to give it my own unique feeling. I have many influences in the spy genre, from James Bond (novels and films) to John Le Carre, Tom Clancy, and the British TV series Spooks, among others. What I wanted to do in this case was identify the essence of what makes all those spy stories work and use it to tell my own tale. This approach allowed a lot more freedom than working with a previously established character and was an interesting exercise in taking the standard ingredients of the genre, swirling them around in the cement mixer of my mind, and seeing what came out. The book’s protagonist, Richard Monroe, shares some qualities with Bond and Jason Bourne, Bryan Mills (Liam Neeson in Taken) and various others, but I hope he stands on his own too as he’s become one of my favorite character to write.

Shortly after the release of the spy novel, I began the final round of edits on Across the Midnight Sea (due out later in August), which is my second vampire novel and the sequel to 100,000 Midnights. This is the project on which I felt the most freedom. I won’t say it was easy, because writing a novel always has its ups and downs, but I was reentering familiar territory. I already knew the major characters and had a previously formed world in which to work. This is the series where I really get to weave different types of story elements into one whole fabric. The first book had its moments of bloody horror, a love story running through it, and some science-fiction and fantasy ingredients too. The second book begins with a mystery and goes to various other places as plot points are revealed.

There’s also a personal element when it comes to my vampire books. Of all my characters, Eric, the protagonist, is the most like me. He’s a lot like I was when I was in my early twenties, at least before he starts to change due to the pressures of being involved in the affairs of vampires. Not that he’s wholly based on me, but he certainly is to a large degree. I’ve had some great reactions from those who have read the first one and I hope they feel the same about Across the Midnight Sea.

And my final big release of 2013 will be Chicago Fell First, which will be out around Halloween and involves zombies. This will be my third project, but first full novel, with a wonderful publisher called Buzz Books. I also consider it my first pure horror novel. While the vampire novels certainly fall into the paranormal category and have some pretty gruesome horror scenes, Chicago Fell First goes further into darkness and tragedy. I enjoyed making that leap, being a bit more ruthless as a writer. Also, unlike the other books I just talked about, this is not meant to be part of a series. I intend to write sequels to Nobody Dies For Free. I’ll keep the vampire series going as long as people want to read it. I’ve already agreed to do another Allan Quatermain story. But Chicago Fell First is a standalone novel. With no need to plan futures for the characters, none of them are really safe. Who lives? Who dies? I’m not revealing that here!

So I’ve had a lot of fun this year bouncing between different genres and types of stories. As I said before, I’ve been advised on several occasions that I should find one thing that works and stick with it. I don’t think so! Unless I wake up tomorrow as a drastically different writer, a drastically different human being, I’ll continue to do exactly what I’ve been doing: jumping genres.

All the books mentioned in this post can, or soon will be, found on my Amazon page at   http://www.amazon.com/Aaron-Smith/e/B0037IL0IS/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1374366653&sr=1-2-ent

Most of them can also be found at http://www.barnesandnoble.com/

For further information about my work, visit my blog at                                      http://godsandgalaxies.blogspot.com/  or follow me on Twitter as @AaronSmith316

Sincere thanks to Peggy Chambers for hosting me today!

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 33

cherokee strip    I’ve been working on my first attempt at a western short story.  And what is more western than the Cherokee Strip?  And since I always write strong female protagonists, what if the wife rode in the land run while her husband worked at the land run office?

She looked up at the sun, her hat tied down snug around her chin.  “It’s almost time.  I love you Steven, now go to the back of the line and stay with your pony where it’s safe.  Remember, give me a couple of hours and then come join me.”  She hugged her only son and sent him on his way.  She mounted the bay with her skirts around her settling into the stirrups and adjusting her clothing.  She had to be ready when the gun sounded to race her horse to the place they had picked out.  If someone beat her to the first place, they had another picked out that wasn’t as prime but would make a living for her and her family.  A new beginning.  Robert was at the land office as an attorney and she was staking a claim for the 160 acres she and her family could receive for free if they could make a go of the farm. 

She looked at the clear blue skies as far as the eye could see.  She had never seen such beauty.  The sun was hot and the ground was dusty with sage brush growing all around.  The immense rugged prairie had a beauty of its own with purple wildflowers blooming beside prickly cactus.  She pulled her hat further down to shade her eyes from the intense sun and tensed as the riders beside her did the same – and then the gun sounded.

Image what it must have been like on a hot day late in the summer running for your future and your family’s.  Cherokee Strip days are right around the corner on September 16.  You know how hot Oklahoma can be around that time of the year.

This is fun.  I’ve never tried to write a western before and think I like it.  What do you think?  Have you ever written a western?

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