This and That on Monday

Last week at home...

New appliances (cross your fingers) are still working. I’m no longer afraid of them and now feel comfortable approaching them cautiously for things like ice, water, food and clean dishes.

Thank you, dear God, we received rain two days in a row and may get showers today. I shivered last night while sleeping. The temperature went from 105ish to upper 70’s.  A cold front.  That’s what the weather peeps said that was rolling in: a cold front. The storm caused damage in Springfield.

The first day it rained, I swear to you, that I heard singing (imagine the munchkins in The WOO singing). That’s what it sounded like WOO Munchkin voices—singing…outside…in my yard.

My son turned 35 on July 4th. He's an amazing son. It’s high time he joined me in imaginary age reduction. Actually, I think we should all claim our real ages. Ahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaa (That’s me bursting out in laughter.)

I’m writing on…

Daisy’s Dead (working title), a short story (mystery) headed for 3500 – 4000 words.

I went to see…

The Amazing Spider-Man with my daughter. It was her idea. She treated me. The movie saved most of the action for the end. I almost injured her when a mutant (thing), on the screen, scared me. I sort of jumped and hit her with a flailing hand.  Good movie though.

In other news…

In Name Only by author Carol Kilgore is being released tomorrow. There’s a giveaway here. You can buy it here at Amazon.

This week…

I won’t be posting after today on JW. I’ll be checking in with the blogs some, though. Be back soon.

Questions for you, should decide to accept the mission of answering: What has been your favorite age thus far? Did you know that new appliances make different noises than your old ones? Have you ever been injured in a movie theater by a non-threatening relative?

Gratitude

Recently, I saw a TV show where the mother encouraged her two young children to keep a gratitude journal. The seven-year-old son has life threatening illnesses and needs a transplant. The mom wants her children to look for the good things in their days when life seems devastating.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.” Psalm 118:1 (NIV)

This reminded me of the difficult times I’ve had in my own life and how God encouraged me to hang in there. He’s told me many times through prayer and his word that if he’s allowed me to come into those hard places, it’s because he knows that, WITH HIM, I can handle it.

Not everything in life has a happy ending. We take what we are given and walk on.

“You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.” Psalm 118: 28-29 (NIV)

In the unhappy endings, on the floor, weak and worn out, I've {eventually} reached out to my Savior.

“When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord: he brought me into a spacious place.  The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?  The Lord is with me; he is my helper. I look in triumph on my enemies.” Psalm 118: 5-7 (NIV)

We don’t know why God allows bad things to happen, but from the “bad times” days of growth and revelation can happen. If WE allow it, good things will come out of adverse times.

Gratitude in the dark shines light.

“This is the day the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24 (NIV)

Have a blessed and grateful day!

Teresa

Scripture source: Holy Bible, BibleGateway.com: Psalm 118

Friday's Interesting People: Carol Kilgore

Today, I would like to welcome Carol Kilgore as another FIP on Journaling Woman. Carol blogs at Under the Tiki Hut and is joining other authors this summer in launching a new read, her debut book titled In Name Only. 

Let's find out why I think Carol is interesting.

JW: How long have you been writing? And what do you write?

Carol: Before I answer, I want to thank you, Teresa, for including me as one of Friday's Interesting People. I'm excited to be here!

While I'm not one of the writers who's been writing since childhood, I have had stories in my head since I was a little girl. It just took me a while to figure out I was supposed to write them down. I started taking a serious look at writing in 1999.  I've freelanced with non-fiction and had some success with short stories, one of them winning a Derringer Award. But they didn't give me the personal satisfaction I needed. I found what I was seeking with novels. IN NAME ONLY is not the first novel I've written, but it is the first one I've published. My novels are a blend of mystery, suspense, and romance. I call what I write Crime Fiction with a Kiss.

JW: Why did you decide to write a book?  

Carol: That's easy—to find out what how the story would end. (JW: And this is why I like this girl. Is she my sister?)

JW: There are juicy rumors that you have a new release coming up—like now? In a sentence tell us the name of your new book and a little about it.

Carol: IN NAME ONLY is about a woman trapped inside the Federal Witness Security Program and how she fights back.

JW: What is your daily writing schedule like?

Carol: I had to stop laughing before I could answer this. I set my writing schedule aside a few weeks ago to focus on book publishing and promotion details. But in another week or two, I hope to return to my regular routine, which is subject to change at any moment. My life is hectic and my brain continues to try to sabotage my best laid plans. Currently a regular day goes something like this.
I'm not a morning person, so I set the alarm for 7:00, get coffee, and write for one hour. I use a timer. I'm still half asleep, and for the most part, the words flow with little real thought. At the end of the hour, I walk for a half hour or so. I wander and sometimes stop to chat with a neighbor. While I walk, I think about what I've written and what I want to write next. The walking time is wonderful—it re-energizes my creative energy. I come home, pour a second cup of coffee, and write for another hour. When the timer dings, I finish the sentence I'm writing and stop. I immediately make notes about what comes next. My goal in these two hours is 2000 words. Sometimes I make it, sometimes not. I don't beat myself up. When I start hitting the goal consistently, I'll raise it. My overall goal for the year is to increase my writing speed.

I do other writing-related tasks throughout the day. At night while I'm cleaning off my desk, I think about the story, especially any problems. I also think about what I want to cover the next day. I often add to my notes from the morning.

JW: What’s the craziest way you found an idea to write about?  

Carol: If the character doesn't just appear one day, the way they take shape for me is usually a little off center. So I'll choose a story about one of the characters from IN NAME ONLY. Her name is Maxie Lamar. Maxie first came to me in a dream. In the way of dreams, not everything made logical sense. I was looking into an ornate mirror in a dark hallway. The walls were dark red. Another woman appeared in the mirror before I felt her standing close behind me. She was older, with her longish silver bob partially covered by a maroon cloche hat. Her wool suit was the same color. She pulled a big gun from a small clutch and said I didn't have a choice, that I had to do it. Her accent was European, and she was very threatening. I had never seen her before and had no idea what she was talking about. I woke up, but the character stayed with me. You'll have to read IN NAME ONLY to see how Maxie turned out.

JW: What is your next writing project?

Carol: The next book I'll publish is titled SOLOMON'S COMPASS. It's written and edited, and I hope to have it available by April, 2013. In it, U.S. Coast Guard Commander, Taylor Campbell returns to the Texas coast to deal with her uncle's estate, but the mysterious Jake Solomon knows she's the killer's next target.
My current WIP is AMAZING GRACIE, and it will be the first in a series about San Antonio Police Detective Grace Hofner. Although Gracie is a law enforcement officer, this is not a police procedural. In AMAZING GRACIE, Gracie is working an undercover assignment in a restaurant kitchen. The first thing that came to me about this story was the log line: Miss Congeniality meets the Iron Chef.

JW: Carol, I want you to go back to your childhood and answer this question. Other than real friends, did you have a dog, a cat or an imaginary friend as your bud?

Carol: My first dog was Kiki. Then came Queenie, and then Little Bit. Cats were Meow and Katie. My imaginary friends lived in the backseat of my parents' car. They were tiny little people, and they rarely left the floor to come to the seat. They were there whenever I was, and they were my friends. I didn't know about Gulliver's Travels at this point.

JW: Ok, imagine this, you’re walking to school. Who from this list would you choose to walk with you and why: Winnie the Pooh, Dorothy (of Oz), Harry Potter?

Carol: Definitely NOT Dorothy. The Wizard of Oz always freaked me out. I don't think I've ever watched it all the way through. But I'd love to walk with Pooh and Harry Potter. Imagine the great adventures we'd have!

JW: What did you believe, as a child, that you found out later was not correct?

Carol: I was the most naïve and gullible creature ever created for many years. So this answer would be way too long. I don't even know where to begin.

JW: Now a little randomness. Ok, imagine this too: You’re in the witness protection program. You get to choose your new identity, name, and your imaginary past. Even though you shouldn’t tell us all about it, do!  

Carol: Oooh! A new me. I would probably work in a shop or an office – someplace I could blend in and be anonymous. The same with my name. I wouldn't want it to stand out. Susan, Melissa, Jennifer – all the names that sound like everyone's best friend or worst enemy. Last name would not be as simple as Smith or Jones, but a rung or two above. Parker, Davidson, something middle-American. I would be in the program because I saw a crime occur and the perpetrator saw me. I would definitely learn self-defense and have a concealed carry permit. And as a minor side note, I would be totally paranoid.

JW: Now for the most important question: Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate or no chocolate?

Carol: Dark!

JW: Thanks, Carol! Now, here's more about In Name Only:

No home. No family. No place to hide. For Summer Newcombe, that's only the beginning.

The night Summer escapes from a burning Padre Island eatery and discovers the arsonist is stalking her, is the same night she meets Fire Captain Gabriel Duran. As much as she's attracted to Gabe, five years in the Federal Witness Security Program because of her father’s testimony against a mob boss have taught her the importance of being alone and invisible.

No matter how much she yearns for a real home, Summer relinquished that option the night she killed the man who murdered her father. But Gabe breaks down her guard and places both of them in danger. Summer has vowed never to kill again, but she's frantic she'll cost Gabe his life unless she stops running and fights for the future she wants with the man she loves.

You can purchase In Name Only at Amazon here.

Questions for YOU: Do you follow Carol? Who would you walk to school with? Is white chocolate really chocolate?

Happy July 4th!

Happy Birthday to the best son anyone could have! And Happy Birthday to the best country in the world—the United States of America.

Have a great day!

Nothing about Anything

Today is nothing about anything, except, my first week of vacation was spent on appliance delivery, installation, pest exterminator, and a trash service that promised to pick up some extra things from my garage and didn’t.

The appliances came.  I didn’t post photos of them or my swollen pinky finger, because you know what appliances look like. Right?

They are regular appliances and you all have them. But, I must admit, I’m a little intimidated by the newbies. My old appliances were circa 1984 and 1988, familiar and off-white. They both leaked water, though.

I don’t have conclusive evidence, as yet, but the new stainless steel wonders may be smarter than I and—prettier.

Murphy (remember his law?) did show his ugly head. The appliances didn’t arrive in one truck nor on the same day. One of the delivery men (less experienced) said about the refrigerator, “The new one will not fit in the hole there.” The other guy said, “Yes, it will, I measured.”

I said (or yelled), “Yes it will. I measured, too, five million times or ten.”

It fit perfectly. Uh, huh!

The men carried them in and out of the house on some kind of a sling or hammock strapped to the men. I should have taken pictures of that because I can’t describe it.

The less experienced man said, “The new one weighs less than the old one.”

I said, “That’s probably not a good thing.”

He grinned at me. But, I knew he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about: appliances lasting longer than relationships and jobs and hair color.

Oh, and when I say they were men, I stretch the truth. If they were 20, that would be the stretch.

The dishwasher arrived the next day and Murphy hitched a ride that day  for sure.  

Bottom line, the installer who thought he’d be in and out in forty-five minutes was not. It was his first installation and there were complications. One complication was that he had to cut the old DW out with a reciprocal saw. The DW might have been rusty and falling apart in the wrong places--from the leaking issue.

I forgot to say goodbye to them—the old appliances. I did cheer when they left.

There’s so much more to tell you about those two days, but I won’t bore you—except, I should tell you why my pinky finger was swollen. I found and destroyed two yellow jacket (wasp) nests under my deck chairs. The entire ordeal was a comedy act.  I got out of it with no injuries…until the next day, when I notice there were three jackets in my screened breezeway. I killed them and went to push the screen door open for the cat to come in and eat and laid my hand on one I had missed.

O.U.C.H. Seriously, the pain of one yellow jacket sting is up there with childbirth. I know I say that about everything, but it was. Really, this time.

Today, I am babysitting my littlest grandson who is nearing 2 years old. He’s so cute, I can’t stand it sometimes.

Questions for you:  Should I be seeking therapy over my attachment to my old appliances?  Should I be jealous over their beauty? Any summer time wasp attacks?

Praise

Imagine you are the creator of the universe and those you created are so into themselves and the world around them that they forget you.  They ignore you.

It hurts to be ignored.

“Praise the Lord.  Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, Praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe, Praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.” Psalm 150 (NIV)

Every day praise the Lord. Every day spend time with God.  You won't regret it.

Bible Source: Holy Bible, Biblegateway.com