Spooksville

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No music today, just well wishes for a very scary Halloween.  Halloween is a big deal in my family.  It falls three days after my husband’s birthday and everyone in my family loves to get dressed up, carve pumpkins and decorate my parent’s house (pics later, gang).  One year, the fright was bad enough that neighborhood kids ran screaming down the street.  That year was a little over the top but still fun.  I’m leaving in a few here to go get the house decor  started.  Again, pics later.

What are your Halloween traditions?  Do you enjoy a good scare?  A good horror flick?   Now,  I leave you with the following quote…I need to go hide some glow in the dark spiders in my teenager’s dresser.

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By the by, fellow bloggers…who’s doing nanowrimo this year?  Have a great day everyone! Stay safe!

Disappointment and other things

Inspired by: Ludovico Einaudi -Elements

Current reading:  (Uh, nil at the moment. #amwriting and behind #reading)

Brought to you by: The Figment Writers

Oy with the thought provoking questions, hostess.  This week’s prompt is “What is something that has disappointed you?”  Happy Writing, she says.  So I looked at it Thursday and thought to myself “where the hell do I begin with that?”   I had nothin’, she stumped me again.  Until today.  I was scrolling through Twitter doing my usual author checkup and check in and came across this quote:

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Now let me preface this by saying that The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite classics.  I love this book but I have not read it in a number of years.  The quote got me thinking about that and disappointment.  Now I could go down this big dark depressing rabbit hole of disappointment but hell, we’ve all been down that particular rabbit hole.  I think if you’ve never been disappointed by something in your adult life then you have not really lived beyond your comfort zone. Disappointment is a natural part of life.  We have a choice to learn from it or let it devour us. I choose to learn from disappointment and failure.  I keep going.   A friend said I was “resilient like that.”   I think it’s what you do when life leaves you no other option. I did not like the other option so I chose to learn and grow.  Was it an easy path? Uh. No.  I am not the kind of person that takes the easy way though.  When I was young I learned the hard way that easy was not always better.  Easy might be comfortable for a minute but for long term happiness, the challenge is usually better.  You learn more. Just my thought though.  So yes, I have had my disappointments in my professional life, my writer’s life, and my relationships.  Did I learn from them? Why yes, yes I did.  The biggest disappointment that comes to mind immediately was when a well-meaning friend looked at my books and said to me “There is nothing here that would make me want to buy this if I did not know you.”

Talk about a blow!  My first reaction was immediate defense in response to that but; said friend was coming from a place of love even though she will just tell you she’s a bitch.  That stopped my defensive reaction and disappointment and gave me the opportunity to learn and look hard at the product I had produced.  I had to look at my work as more than the person who created the story.  I had to look at the way people view the product and that too took a lot of thinking.   So, when faced with that, I challenged myself to be better.  This was how the new cover designs were born, by the way.  I had to put me out there.  Yes. Me.  That itself is difficult because I struggle with that kind of exposure.  I like my privacy. Some folks can do it without hesitation.  I have to work for it.

So don’t be afraid to work for it.  Challenge yourself to be better.  Challenge your friends to be better.  The people closest to me have always been that lightning rod for change.  Sometimes the strike is subtle.  Other times, the strike knocks me on my ass but either way they get me thinking and get my attention.  To those people, thank you.

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On to news!  Maeseloria: Light’s Guide is now released.  It is available through Amazon and, just recently, all of my books are available through Barnes and Noble.  However, my friends, if you are a Toledo or surrounding area native?  I encourage you to purchase my books at Gathering Volumes.  They are the only independent book store in the area and they actually have signed copies in house.   If you wait until November 20, however, you will get to meet me and have your book signed in person I’ll be there from 2pm-5pm.  Stop out and see me would you?

 

 

Hidden

Inspired by:  Lindsey Stirling – Beyond the Veil

Brought to you by:  The Figment Writers

Hello!  October  17 is the release date for Maeseloria: Light’s Guide.  I cannot be more excited to share Christi’s story with you.   On Monday,  I will be hosting a Facebook Live event at 8 pm EST.  Please stop in and say hi,  the big reveal for this book will be at 8 sharp so don’t be late!      Let’s see…news news.   We are less than a month from the local author fair.  If you are a local person,  the Local Author Fair is at Way Public Library in Perrysburg from 1:30-3.   Hope to see you there!

There will also be a signing/release event for Maeseloria:  Light’s Guide at Gathering Volumes in Perrysburg.  I will be there from 2-5 with some pretty awesome giveaways planned.  Make sure you stop in.  We will have all four books available for both purchase and the author’s signature.  I look forward to seeing you!

Now, on to the business at hand…this week’s writing prompt.   This week, our beloved hostess with the mostest gave us a single word prompt,  hidden.   For this,  a new character outside the realm came to mind.  This is an amazing realm created by my friend and editor.  Let’s see if we can do it justice.

Adrienne Morgan crept from the castle just after dawn.  Princess Terra would be asleep for a few hours more.   Even the realm’s best diplomat needed a moment to herself beyond the pressures of station and realm.  She snuck from the castle in a pair of black pants, coat and blouse.  This morning,  Adrienne was dressed for the morning’s chill rather than society’s dictates.  Her strawberry shaded hair was tied in a loose knot at the nape of her neck.    Her bow rested against her shoulder like an extension of herself and the quiver of arrows that joined it felt like home.

Home was not a place she had seen in sometime.   Her parents left their country manor nearly two years before with the intention of finding a suitable mate worthy of their only daughter.   Adrienne was paraded and presented to every noble from not only her clan but many neighboring clans,  including the Marei.  At this juncture,  she resigned herself to being a maid.  Two years and no one offered for her hand.  Two years of negotiating and hopes resulted in nothing.  The very idea that she was unwanted galled her.  Her family connections alone should have brought at least one offer for her hand.   The idea of her remaining in the unmarried state concerned her parents.

That concern prompted them to seek out the princess and offer her as a lady in waiting.  Adrienne thought as she reached the archery yards.   Their desperate act led to a friendship she would trade for nothing.  Terra was the sister she had always longed for.  The princess’ tenacity impressed her.  Though her patience and short temper often led to difficult situations,  Adrienne would have served no other.   Beneath those difficulties, she found her friend compassionate and loving.

A smile crept across her lips as she knocked her first arrow,  drew and let it fly.   The smile faded to a murderous look when she saw her arrows struck far to the left of the bullseye.  Truthfully, she was out of practice.  Her duties kept her from the yards and the thought saddened her.   In truth, if she married her husband would not likely approve of a wife who handled a bow and could hunt as well as he.   Ladies were expected to fawn over the men during the course of the hunt, not outshine their counterparts.

Like lightning,  she knocked a second arrow and fired.   The second shot struck home.  “Much better.”  She murmured as daylight grew before her.  How long could she stay hidden among society’s doves before they whispered she was long past her prime and relegated her to the spinster category?  The thought bothered her.  At some point in her life,  she wanted a husband and family.   Right now,  she would settle for her dawns on the archery yards and serving her princess as faithfully as she could.

A grin crept across her lips.  Perhaps she could convince Terra to go on a hunt with her before winter was upon them.  With Terra, at least, she suspected she did not have to hide.

 

 

 

 

 

My Shot

Inspired by:   “My Shot”  Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Current reading:  Three Sisters,  Three Queens – Philippa Gregory

Brought to you by:  The Figment Writers

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The above quote was our weekly prompt  from my friends at The Figment.  The quote was provided by yours truly because the wording struck me.   I am a dreamer. I always have been.  I used to wish as a child and, I suppose like any other child,  I wanted those wishes to come true no matter how  outlandish the wish in question.  Life has a tendency to beat the dreamers.    Maybe that’s just reality setting in or maybe that beating is the question as to whether you can stay in that fight.  Staying in the fight can sometimes be a victory in and of itself.

Honestly,  I had to learn to fight.  I had to learn to be willing to chase that dream down, grab it by its heels and beat the bastard into submission.  We have to take our shot.  That’s how I interpret that quote.   We have to face our destiny unafraid and once we decide that destiny we have to be willing to fight  to win.     Ten years ago I decided to move forward and learn to do what was necessary for my happiness.  I burned bridges.  I lost friends.  I lost track of a lot of people.

Along the way I learned a lot.  The people that matter in your life,  they respect your space and give you the time to process what you need to.  Others kick,  claw and push their way in to stay even when you’re at your worst.  You know who you are,  sir.    Some people are in your life for a season,  others for a reason and I think hardship really teaches that lesson more thoroughly than anything else could.

I never imagined how hard I would have to work to get where I am.  To write, to tell my stories has been more work than I could ever have imagined.   In a way it’s my raison d’etre.  If you know what that means, more power to you.    I do not function right if I cannot write or have time to put thoughts to page.    I’m just not me.  The thing is,  this gift was in me the whole time.  I had to find it and fight for it.

So work for it if you want it.  Be patient.  Good things come to those who work hard and have patience.

In other news,   Maeseloria: Light’s Guide  is a little over a week away from publication!  I  am so very excited by this!  Also,  I scheduled my first book signing…like ever…this week.   See? Still learning. Still fighting.

Keep at it guys.

Stay out of trouble.

 

In the silence…

Inspired by:  The Sounds of Silence – Disturbed

Current Reading:  The Borgia’s – GJ Meyer

Brought to you by:  The Figment Writers

Gee,  my dear hostess,  you really know how to throw a curve ball to the sick author.  This was out of left field so my response is very loosely tied to the image.   So this was our prompt this week:

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The curve was not as far out of left field as I thought but we are back to fiction this week.  This ties into book 5,  The Shadow’s Journey,  but I have not yet figured out how.  I do think this story line may be very important in light of things to come for Maeseloria.  As soon as I saw this image,  I knew who wanted to talk. Hope you enjoy!


 

No man need know Fate’s design before his designated time.  In spite of his beloved’s sufferings, he had his own issues to address.  The words rattled around his head like a dead litany and left him adrift at sea.  Nicholas once spoke those words to a beloved sibling.   He wrestled with what he knew Fate would call not only him to do but what simply must be.  Neither brother knew what legacy his sister left them.  His daughter could not be given the Taltos heritage.  She was a royal and would be called to the Light like her mother before her. Thus,  his dark inheritance could never be Kira’s.  Nicholas scowled as he stared out into the night.

The sun had long since set on the capital.  In a way, he was as comfortable with the night as a Kindred.  Nicholas walked the line between light and dark so often that the thought never concerned him as it once did.  Once, ages ago,  he thought his Faith deserted him in that dark cell. He was secure that his soul belonged to the Light. Why else would Fate have shouldered him with this responsibility?  In truth,  he was more secure now than he once was.  Yet, if he was so confident in Fate’s design,  why did he hesitate to bring the truth to light for the Redwynd brothers?

His travels brought him to, of all places, the cathedral.  The hour was late and he expected the holy place to be empty.  Nicholas’ strides brought him through the doors and to an empty pew before he could give it conscious thought. What drew him to this holy place?  Nicholas drew a deep breath and released it.  “You do not wish to disturb the lives they’ve built, brother mine.”  The voice shook him.  Had it really been almost a century since that dulcet voice touched his ears?  His sister’s rich, earthy tones touched his ears.

“Bri…I…”  Nicholas started as the world began to blur.  The specter before him shook her head and silenced him with a raised hand.  This gesture was common signal between them.  Time was short.  These moments would not allow for the way his heart fractured at her face before him. He nodded and locked his jaw to keep that flash of raw pain in.  The wound never healed.  Time did not afford him the luxury of goodbye.  In a sea of loss, this one pained him the most.  Family meant as much to his clan as the one his sister married.

“I know.  I’ve watched. As much as you wish it love, you cannot keep this secret.  You know Fate will call them as it will.  All you can do is protect my boys along the way.”  Brianna’s tones as gentle in death as they were in life.  His sister had fire, to be sure, but she softened that temperament with a gentle grace he had never seen in another until Alexandra.  “Teach them as only you can. Know that I loved you and missed you until the day I died.”  His sister’s dark hair curled in the same mess he remembered in life.  Her amber eyes were the only thing that differed from the classic Taltos looks.

In spectral form, she settled into the pew beside him.  “This was the only place I could break through.  The blessing was strong enough to reach you.  The cleric you trained brought the blessing back.”  His sister’s voice was filled with an awe he never heard before.  “I prayed for this. Wherever you were, whatever you have done, your actions were to this end, Nic. What Jamison destroyed, you brought home.”

“What good did it do you at the time, Brianna?”  Nicholas scowled.  The point brought rage he thought he had long since put to rest. True, he saw her point but Nicholas resented their separation more than most could have understood.  Her chiding look brought a rush of color to his cheeks.  Brianna, he swore, could reduce a man to a child with that look.  “I logically understand.  Truly, I do but this does not mean heart accepts it.  I do not want this for them.  Specifically, I do not want this for the younger one.  You know what heartache this has brought me.  Even now, the secrets keep a wall between me and mine.”

“As they have for generations before us, Nicholas, do not be ignorant. Fate will give them these burdens whether you want to or not.”  Brianna’s matter-of-fact tones, though brutal, were correct.   In life she may have resented the burden her brother carried alone.  In death, she understood their legacy was a larger part of Fates design.  “Teach them. Prepare them, brother mine.  Thank you for putting me to rest with the family.”  Then, with whispered words of love, his sister was gone.  Nicholas sat alone in the cathedral well into the night.  Could he burden the youngest Redwynd with the family legacy?  How long would Fate allow him to leave them to their happiness?

That question battered around his head when his beloved Alexandra interrupted his thoughts. Beloved, would you care to explain this?  She reached for him and replayed her dream’s image.  The string of curses that answered the images indicated to her that the dreams had some relevance.  Fate answered his questions before he was ready to address them.  If you do not speak to Jaylor I will.


 

As always gang, feedback is welcome.  I hope those of you on the mailing list enjoyed the October newsletter and the second installment of The Guardian’s Fall.   Two weeks until The Light’s Guide release.  I can’t wait to get that book in my hands to see how the physical copy turned out!  I will share with you all as soon as I have it.   Until then,  stay out of trouble, gang!

I see you..

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Inspired by:  I See You – Idina Menzel

Current Reading:  The Borgias – G. J. Meyer

Brought to you by: The Figment Writers

So this week’s “a piece of cake”.   Right.  The image above is not meant to taunt those watching what they eat. Cake is good once in a while, after all.

So I’m going to follow this lovely image with a quote that makes me think.

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”
— Frederick Douglass (Frederick Douglass: Selected Speeches and Writings)

Most people cut this quote off at the first sentence but I think the entirety is more powerful that just that first sentence.  Particularly in light of the number of people that want progress without the struggle.  I think anyone that has not had to struggle in life—be those struggles internal or otherwise—has not really lived.  They tend to be going through the motions or hiding.  I hid for a longer time than I care to think about.

“Power concedes nothing without a demand.”  How do you interpret this?  I think that he means you have to fight to move forward.  If you want something, you have to go fight for it and that if you are willing to brave the thunder and lightning, brave that awful roar and are willing to disturb the natural order, you will succeed.  You have to go after what you want without hesitation.  In simpler terms and in terms a dear friend said to me just this afternoon.  “Fuck you, I’m doing this.”   In that same breath she told me that she was proud of me for putting me out there and going after my passion.  I had to boot my hesitation in the ass but I got there. Her words really touched me because if she sees it,  my daughter sees it as an example.

If I had not, I never would have been happy or satisfied.  That restlessness that sat within me for years would never have settled.  So there is bravery in that story, I think.   I participated in a project sponsored by my friends at Holl & Lane on Instagram.  They asked that you post a picture and tell part of your story.  The project got me thinking.  By nature, I tell stories, I use them to teach and I have a lot of different tacks to take with this project.

This time I decided to share my experience, or evolution into the author I am now.  In a word? Terrifying.  When I was a girl I wrote little stories, did the high school newspaper gig and then, for a while I put it away. No particular reason, just life got in the way.  I did not pick it up again seriously writing until maybe 2001-2002.  I did not recognize that creating was a need until after my divorce in 2007.  For me, to not create, to not write is a death of the spirit.  I do not say this to exaggerate.  If I do not have my writing time, or even just an hour or so to visit with ye olde blog, I get exceptionally cranky and unfocused. I -have- to write.  My husband will attest to this,  I get hard to live with if I do not.

It was 2012 when I decided to go for it.  Imagine that, ten years of writing before I made a decision. I just did not consider all it could be.  I never took the time to dream of something bigger than just storytelling.  In a way,  I still don’t.  In the marketing crazy,  the layouts, the cover design,  I do not think about what it could grow to be. I just enjoy the ride.  That too is important.   Part of me wishes I had seen it sooner and another, perhaps wiser part, realizes that things happened exactly as it should.

At any rate, if you’re interested in sharing your story, go to Instagram, post a picture and share your story—what makes you you?  Tag #mystoryispowerful and @hollandlane in your story.  Ladies, we have a lot of beautiful things to say if we’re brave enough to put ourselves out there and be honest.  If you’re interested in the magazine, go here.

In book related news,  I got my first stock order of my books yesterday. Check out these beauties:  20160926_194454.jpg

This was the first time I was able to hold book 2 in my hands since the cover redesign.  Can I just say that this never stops being awesome?   Three weeks until Light’s Guide release! How exciting is that?

In closing,  enjoy your cake.  Especially if you’ve worked your ass to get it.

As always, stay out of trouble, guys.  Take care.

 

 

New stuff!

So it’s been a busy week here.   Between getting stuff ordered for a local author fair I’m attending and getting a little miss ready for Homecoming next week.  We’ve been up to our eyeballs.   On that note, a couple of really awesome things are happening.  Things are starting to come together.  First,  these beauties arrived yesterday:

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Promotional items for the fair. Woo!  New bookmarks, business cards,  stuff to hand out. I have book stock coming Monday.  This is doubly exciting because the only book I’ve held in my hands since the cover redesign is Birth of Light.   So lots of Maes-related exciting things are happening.

On another note,  as some of you know, some don’t, I have issues with my weight.  I joined Weight Watchers in April and have had moderate success.  Almost 25 pounds down!   They were doing a promotion where if you lost 10 lbs in 3 months you got a $50.00 gift card.  Well,  I had kind of a revelation in that 3 months when it came to portions, eating habits and the like.  Long story short I lost 20 pounds.  Yesterday, I got a $100.00 gift card in the mail because I lost 20.  Talk about motivation to get going!   I have a long journey ahead of me but this excites me that I could DO that and do so much more.

So that’s the update gang.  Sound off in the comments if you would please.  Favorite bookmark design? What journeys are you struggling with?

Have an amazing Saturday!  AND if you haven’t signed up for the newsletter, October’s edition is due out in ONE WEEK!  Click subscribe on the top sidebar.  I have a great offer coming out and some Facebook live events planned for October.

Until then, take care.  Stay out of trouble.

 

 

Peace of Mind

Inspired by :  Peace of Mind – The Jezabels ,   Undone – FFH

Brought to you by:  The Figment Writers

So another shout out to the hostess because the song title got me thinking and the second one got me creating.  These lyrics stick with me:

We all want love
We all want honour
But nobody wants to pay the asking price

I’ve written the last three-four pages of The Guardian’s Fall to this song.  So I’m trying to find some peace here where my favorite tortured soul isn’t harassing me.  So far no luck.  This makes me think about how everyone wants love and to be honored by those who care for us but no one really wants to put  the work in.  Real love is hard.  Real love is still there even when you’re hard to love. Not everyone wants to pay that price or be that brave. Friends. Lovers. Spouses. Even family.  So maybe that’s why not only this song but Nicholas and Alex’s love story appeals to me. So does the conflict between Marcus and Tanya.  Some of my favorite relationships have conflict.  Outside of my own writing,  I love the relationship between the ka-tet in the Dark Tower series.  (PS if you have not read this series DO IT)

If you have read through to the fourth book, you understand their struggle.  The asking price, at first, was more than Nicholas was willing to pay.  None of the other characters I have written together have struggled as much as Alexandra and Nicholas.  Their story is special not only to me but to my readers.  I have gotten more feedback about the two of them than I have for any other couple within the realm.  I am proud of the two of them.  She started the whole story and he came along to challenge her.  I don’t know that either one of them would be the characters they are without the other’s creation.  I think they challenge each other to be better people.

In a  way,  I think all good relationships are like that.  There is a price you have to pay to truly love someone.  That price, to me, is your vulnerability.  Being completely honest with both yourself and someone else is truly frightening.  On the other hand, it’s also the most fulfilling and completing act.  Good relationships challenge each other to be better.  They grow together instead of apart. Even if time gets in the way and distance interferes.   That is a lesson I learned the hard way and, thus Alex and Nicholas  had to learn through hardship and loss.   I figure you can only create from what you know and, frankly,  what I know makes rather interesting fiction.  At least, that’s how I feel.

So I leave you guys this question….what characters do you love/hate as readers?  What kind of elements make the way two characters relate interesting to you?  Do you like conflict and growth? Easy companionship?  Let me know.  If you are familiar with the Maes universe,  who are your favorites and why?

 

 

Getting to know you..

Inspired by:  Come Undone  – Duran Duran

Current Reading (Been awhile since I put this one up):  The Lady in the Tower – Alison Weir

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So a blogger I follow,  The Shameful Sheep,  got nominated for  four questions by a fellow blogger.  I found  her post entertaining—as I always do—and felt the need to pay it forward to fellow bloggers or followers of this page.  If you get a chance,  check out her blog.  She is hysterical and has an honest, brutal wit about her that just adds to the charm. Her questions were entertaining,  so  here are my answers.  (While I figure out what I’d like to ask all of you in return)

  1. Think of the person you dislike the most in this world. If you had the ability to force them to eat a full plate of anything you wanted, what would it be?

Anything?  That’s a tough decision  considering the person I dislike the most.  I’d have to say a plate full of driver ants would do nicely.  (Look them up, they’re nasty little buggers.)

  1. What do you have an irrational fear of? Spiders? Heights? People who pick their nose and flick it at the wall?

Irrational fear for me?  Bugs.  They are my kryptonite.  I don’t do well around them.  Can’t stand them. Can’t go into the bugs IN CAPTIVITY at my local zoo.  Ask my husband. Spiders and me are not pretty scenarios. It usually ends with me in another room while he takes care of the problem.

  1. You’re going out to dinner tonight – what type of restaurant are you going to? Mexican? Chinese? American? Italian?

Mexican.  I love the heat of Mexican food.  Tacos and fajitas are staple dinners in our households and everything I research for that type of cuisine appears to be something I would try to make or enjoy.

  1. If you’re a blogger – do you have aspirations of writing a book at some point? (Really curious about how many bloggers have the end goal of becoming a published author or if you’re just doing it for fun.)

No end goal here per se.  I started blogging after I published my 3rd book in an effort to get some exposure and to let my readers get to know me. The experience is fantastic.  It keeps my brain working creatively rather than running into constant stumbling blocks.   My fourth book is due out 10/17.

 

Now I get to ask the questions.

  1. Name a book that has most influenced you.  This book can be any genre, non fiction, fiction, whatever  floats your boat  (For me, this book was Stephen King’s It.  Weird huh?   The  storytelling and the battle between The Losers and It was so epic and so beautifully done.  That story pushed me towards writing and got me to start wondering “what if?”  I read that book for the first time when I was 15.)
  2. What is your pursuit of happiness? What dream are you trying to chase down?  (For me the answer is simple. This.  This writing gig.  I have no illusions of fame or any of the monetary satisfaction that comes with this.  I just want to keep telling my stories and hope that people want to keep reading them.)
  3. What’s the number one thing on your bucket list? (See London.  I have an avid fascination for Tudor England.  It has developed into a bit of a hobby out side of writing.  The whole investigation started with a book titled The Constant Princess by Phillipa Gregory and has led me to a couple of really fascinating non-fiction authors)
  4. What is your favorite season and why? (Autumn.  The air is crisp and clear. I love the way the leave crunch under your feet when you’re walking.  I love the baking smells associated with autumn—apple,  cinnamon,  pumpkin, the sharp tang of cider.  I love the moderate temperatures where I live.  Hoodie weather. )

Okay guys, your turn.  Play along if you dare.     Have a great night.

 

Let them in, Peter

Inspired by:  Prayer to St. Peter – Edwin McCain

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I sat here and looked at this picture and the blank screen for awhile before figuring out what I wanted to say.  Has it really been fifteen years?  A lot of people will write about what they were doing that day and the helplessness they felt so I am not going to beat you to death with similar sentiments. I know what I was doing and felt.  I listened to the song above on repeat while glued to CNN.   I feel sadness today but for very different reasons.

In that mass hysteria in 2001,  the bravery of the American spirit shined. People stood up for their neighbors, their friends and people did the right thing.  It is sad that people have forgotten that beauty fifteen years later.  In the middle of racial and religious tensions,  did we somehow lose that beauty? Because, yes,  9/11 was horrific and awful but even then,  there was beauty.  Beauty in the bravery of people; in their willingness to do what was necessary, what was right.   And, for the love of Light, don’t get me started on politics. Politics are a no-fly zone on the blog.  You have your views. I have mine.  I prefer not to be beaten bloody with yours because you perceive your rightness of the situation.

I digress.  In a way it makes me sad to see what it took for the people of this country to band together and how quickly that unity fell back into chaos.  I’ve seen posts littering Facebook about how “we hope this doesn’t have to happen again to fix our country.”  Can I just say that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever read?  If you were old enough to have memory of this event and the terror it invited,  you should never…I repeat NEVER say something like that. That is an insult to the survivors and the families of those who died. To me, it discounts the sacrifices so many made.

My best friend is a firefighter.  To imagine him having to respond to such a call hurts my heart and starts up so many worries.  I cannot fathom how the families of those first responders felt 15 years ago.  I cannot begin to put myself in their shoes. So today, thank a first responder for what they do.  Reflect on the magnitude of the event. Do not forget those that sacrificed so much to save another.

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