|Posted by [email protected] on November 12, 2011 at 9:45 AM||comments (0)|
I haven't made a post in a while. My day job is draining me. I can either run an infirmary for broken kids or teach young people to read, write and speak Spanish. i cannot do both. Not any more. i'm too old and tired.
|Posted by [email protected] on October 30, 2011 at 7:25 PM||comments (0)|
I lost my dog this week. She was 13 but still in good health. I found her on a Jack Russel Terrier site ten years ago. She was a rescue dog and the best mannered dog in the world. Here she is in a garden that I planted just for her when we lived in Ingalls. She kept the varmints out of my flowers. Guess she's chasing that big jackrabbit in the sky now.
I am broken up --as broken up as I was when I was six and lost my first dog. The tears come just as hard and fast at sixty. You just looka whole lot worse with them streaming down your face at sixty. I was sitting at my desk crying--my kids got online and found me another dog. I was sobbing "I only want Molly!"--some things never change--s6
|Posted by [email protected] on October 26, 2011 at 12:10 AM||comments (1)|
My novel is out. I saw it on the B&N site. I'm too tired to say much. Long time coming---ss
|Posted by [email protected] on October 9, 2011 at 10:05 PM||comments (0)|
A little late with my post tonight. Liv the cat took a nap on my keyboard while I was doing the dinner dishes. I was on page 170 of 'Robe & Crown" the novel I am editing. His nap created 149 pages of the letter U, snapped off a key labeled Fn, and turned off my wireless connection. It took an hour for me to undo the Us and figure out how to reconnect the wireless router. It is a little button at the top of the keyboard that looks like a toaster burning toast. Or a chunk of radioactive debris. I don't do well with symbols.What the Fn button does I have no idea. i'll ask one of the kids tomorrow.
I've been working since six this a.m. today and most of yesterday on this story, cutting, adding, trying to tie all the threads together. The story revolves around a family funeral. A lot of different stories to weave into two afternoons and a morning. I really like this story. I feel like it is one of my best and yet, I don't see it fitting into any niche. Strange how something I enjoy doing can be so exhausting.
It has been raining all weekend.--dreary but welcome. I did get out for about half an hour to plant iris and strawberries in the rain. Cold and muddy but it should be worth it this spring--s6
|Posted by [email protected] on October 2, 2011 at 8:40 PM||comments (0)|
I submitted the first and last chapter of another novel last week. It is one of my favorites but gooey in the middle like a cherry mash in July. I expected that I would have time to solidify the middle before I heard either way on it. Surprisingly fast on the return and they want the full thing to read. I had a workshop all day Saturday for school. Spent a good 4 hours in a car going to and from Hays and did nothing writing wise. (Workshop sucked too.)
The weather has been so nice today that I had to go outside and play (garden) a little. Like a college kid I kept putting the writing off. Now it is Sunday night and I have 70 pages finished, something like 180 to go. My details page shows me that this is the 59th revision of this particular story. I'll probably write until I fall asleep on the keyboard. Just like college.--ss
|Posted by [email protected] on September 25, 2011 at 10:10 PM||comments (1)|
No posts for a week. Last week Magnolia was hurt in a traffic accident. Anne and I were starting the dinner dishes when we had a phone call. Mazzy was being taken to the hospital in an ambulance. It is an hour drive to her town and it was a tense one. It was dark when we got there; after midnight before we got back home.
She had been riding on the back of a scooter piloted by a family friend named Bill. They were on their way to play practice when the car in front of them slammed on its brakes. They slid instead of flipped, so things weren't dire, but the visor of Mazzy's helmet snapped. Her face was all bloody, she had a giant goose egg on her forehead, her knee was twisted and she lost a tooth. When I saw her in the hopsital bed I nearly fainted. Her mother's shirt was covered with her blood. Pretty scary. Her mom had been at her evening job but made it to the scene before the ambulance. The kid in the car was in tears and poor Bill was feeling terrible. His wife has been saying he's too old to ride the scooter. He's my age so I empathize.
It was one of those terible evenings that could go either way. Thank God Bill managed to slide instead of crash.Strange how life can make a U turn between dinner qnd dishes.
Anyway Maz was released after a CT scan. She missed a couple of days of school. I've been driving up after school to give her mom time to run errands and do her lesson plans. Today we went to the zoo. Except that her face is scratched up she is doing fine. She climbed all over the reptile house looking at snakes, tarantulas and lizards. The kid loves anything with scales.
|Posted by [email protected] on September 17, 2011 at 8:10 PM||comments (0)|
Just tangled up in one helluva hassle on the W D Fiction Forum with a ranting, heavily eyebrowed woman. She was picking apart another writer's piece. Granted, the piece had been submitted for critique and to be honest it was less than inspired, but nothing should have earned the rude, prolonged, public dismissal given by Ms. Harpy . I "listened" in for almost two days while she ranted and the other posters tried to calm her. Then I stepped in and did a little grammar correction for her. Talk about coming unhinged! In less than one minute she was on me like a duck on a junebug, lecturing, calling me worthless etc. I skeedaddled out of there because the whole damn thing was pointless and I don't have a whole weekend to waste on bickering.Only WAMM and AW from now on. They may not always be tame but they have moderators.
. I should not have piped up. My smart mouth is what does it for me every time. So if someone with the initials PB and an avatar that looks like the Nazi school librarian who made you pee your pants in the third grade, comes sniffing around this blog, tell her that Shannon went to Madrd; her peacenik sister Shakey will be managing this blog until she returns in 2014!
|Posted by [email protected] on September 16, 2011 at 1:55 PM||comments (0)|
My students and I pulled up a video of Presidente Calderon reading the Grito last night at eleven. The Presidente rings a bell first to honor the memory of Father Miguel Hidalgo who rang the churchbells and read his Grito de Dolores from the churchsteps. Our school is almost 50% Hispanic. The kids need to know something about their heritage. Americans need to know and appreciate the history too. It's not always about us. We have two strong brothers; one to the south and one to the north.
|Posted by [email protected] on September 14, 2011 at 11:15 PM||comments (2)|
Happy tenth birthday Bella, ten years ago tomorrow: I'll never forget the day. The world was in tatters, your wonderful grandfather was gone. We missed him so much and then there you were to stitch everything together again with your smile..