Award and Such

Thank you Thomma Lyn for the award. Sorry it has taken me so long to get it up.
I'm supposed to make something up about the four people I'm sending it to. I'm afraid I'm at a dull place in life to think very hard. But besides TL, Littlewhitebear is also my soulmate. She has been from birth, 40 years ago.


The middle of June is tomorrow. Can’t say as I’m happy summer is here, because it isn’t, not really. We had one day in the 80’s on Saturday, but by evening yesterday, we’ve had to close the windows and once again take the chill out of the place by running the heater. Ugh!


Only a few flowerpots are planted. Three of them died a mysterious death. At three dollars apiece, they just up and keeled over.

I’m still reading a lot. Latest read is JA Jance’s, Ali Reynolds series. Edge of Evil. I’m loving Ali every bit as much as J.P. Beaumont and Joanna Brady. In fact, I miss Beaumont and Brady being in my life a few hours every day.

In regards to the pacemaker, I’m actually doing somewhat better these last few weeks. I have surges of energy now and find I can do things without discomfort. I still have funny little moments when I move or change positions too fast. My overactive thyroid problem isn’t improving, and that counteracts any long time energy burst I might have. As much as I hate to be cut on again, I wish they’d take the darn thing out and just give me Synthroid for the rest of my life. The way things are now, the anti-thyroid medication is causing significant problems elsewhere.

I really sat down to post today because I had just gotten my Deadly Retreat manuscript back from my pal, TL, and I’ve been anxiously making corrections as well as enjoying the comments she was kind enough to give me. My big letdown, however, is me. I’m dyslexic to the point of tears and it took a long time and a lot of hard work over the years to overcome most of it. But when I’m tired, and in pain, which seems to be the case most of the time now, I am very dyslexic to the point that I’m embarrassed to have anyone read my drafts. If it weren’t for my kindred spirit, TL, my best friend and writing partner/buddy, I think I’d give up writing all together. The dyslexia has gotten worse this past year. I’ve gotten sloppy, or rather my eyes have gotten sloppy. Or is it my brain?

I think I’m seeing and typing things that I’m actually not. I know the focus is gone. I need to work on focus. Now that I’ve had a good six months off from writing, it’s time to return and concentrate even harder. The computer screen doesn’t help my eyes any, and I depend far too much on spell-check than I should to catch mistakes. I do know how to spell, I’ve just gotten sloppy.

I’ve got to stop sloppy and work on perfection. I know, it was only a rough draft that TL had looked at, but I’m still sloppy. Sloppy doesn’t get published. I keep teetering back and forth on whether or not I really want to be published. I love writing. I really do. I love creating new stories. But I’ve let things pile up (due to the heart thing that is now fixed) and getting back to things “as normal” is a challenge. I have two new books in the starting position. DR just got returned and I’m anxious to bring that up to speed with focused revisions. And MMRB, the first book in the mystery series could stand a little more sprucing up, again, too. Then there is the last Scrungy book dangling in my brain, seeking attention. Focus. DR and MMRB are more important than the rest. I feel good about them and think they are what I should focus on. Yet other days, wimpy days, I’m torn as to where to start again. Maybe having a real summer will help?

It’s the middle of June and I’m still wearing my flannels and socks.

And by the way? I have upgraded Vista to Windows 7, and I have to say, I love it…especially the feature where I can run two documents side by side and work on them simultaneously. Having a wide screen really makes a difference. Since my eyes give out before the rest of me, I can use larger print on the big screen than I can on the laptop.