“I don’t want to make anyone sad, not even you.” Those were the words she started with, the only words she could think to write. A ton of possible words, explanations, and reasons bombarded her brain before she actually sat at the kitchen table to compose a letter.
She wanted to write about the accident and how it had inwardly changed her and how she should have acted sooner. But in front of the blank white paper she froze. Instead of pouring out her heart to Nick, her own thoughts and feelings, the ones she hid in her locked journal, she looked out the window in a daze fixated on the rain hitting the pane. Nick’s words reverberated in her head, the ones he used so often, “Isa, you sadden me.” Those words rested like an anvil on her heart each time he sarcastically spit them from his mouth. Those words came after every argument.
What was the point in writing anything? She couldn’t express herself like the authors she read. She was a reader, not a writer. Besides, she and Nick were beyond what words could fix. The marriage was broken. So, she wrote,
“I don’t want to make anyone sad, not even you.”
She left the note on the kitchen table, ripped the pages out of her journal, burning them one by one, watched the ashes disintegrate down the garbage disposal, picked up her suitcase holding a week’s worth of clothes along with a new journal and her laptop. Tomorrow she would begin divorce proceedings. She would return for the rest of her stuff when she figured out what she was going to do. But she already knew what she was going to do. She had been Googling Europe for months, in particular, France.
We thought we would have lunch outside. When we opened the umbrella we found a guest. “Holy Bat Nest!”
If I were keeping a food diary — I’m not — would this be one piece of toast or two? I got this bread for French toast. It’s not going to happen.
This is part of my husband’s morning yoga routine, the part I can’t do. I really shouldn’t use that word – can’t – bad word. I recently turned sixty-three. Learning to do this should be on my bucket list. Maybe next year I can put a video up of me doing it with When I’m Sixty-Four playing in the background.
I was so nervous, as public speaking is one of my biggest fears. Yet, I believe, it turned out well. Jessica Lost Her Wobble, my first book, published in December of 2015, was chosen as a book club selection for the Novel Tea Book Club which meets at the Boyd County Library in Ashland, Kentucky.
In honor of the occasion, I gave the book, the Kindle version, a new look. I am still in the process of updating the print copy. I made some minor changes within the book, added a couple of quotes relevant to the book, and added Discussion Questions. I hope to have the print version changed by mid September or sooner, as well as adding the book to other venues other than Amazon.
Now, I’m ready for more book clubs. So, if you know of any, let me know.
One big change is the cover. I was able to add another badge – a five star award from Readers’ Favorite.
Other than giving Jessica Lost Her Wobble a facelift (changing the cover a tad, adding some quotes at the beginning, and a Reader’s Discussion at the end), I am also working on a collection of short stories and using my iPad drawings to go along with them. I’m doing this with a program called Vellum, which I love. I just wish it did pdf’s. I so hope that is in the works.
I just like saying that. I’m happy to announce that my book (The Color of Cold and Ice) is now on Nook. And, also it is on Kobo, iBooks, Kindle, Scribd, Smashwords, Draft2Digital, Inktera, Tolino (A German reader – must have liked my last name) and some others. It has been submitted to Overdrive. Overdrive is an application for checking out ebooks from your library. If it is not listed for your particular library, please ask them to request it. Thanks!
I chose this book to do a review of. Although I don’t drink coffee, don’t even like coffee, the cover drew me in. Tea drinker. The cover was a little reminiscent of a Japanese tea drinking ceremony.
I am not far into the book, perhaps fifteen percent. I’m savoring each word as the author, Edward Vukovic, is adept at showing, not telling.
The book can be found on Amazon.
Currently working on “The Color of Cold and Ice”. Mainstream Fiction. Should be out in one to two weeks. If anyone would like a copy to review, please contact me. Blurb: Sybil has dreams; the prophetic kind, although interpreting them correctly is another matter. Her latest dream involves her sister Emerald, who wants to pursue her art once more and move on with her life after losing her husband. John, once felt he was making a difference as an ER doctor, but finds himself slipping away in his Manhattan practice as well as in his marriage. Allison, John’s wife wants to change her ho hum existence with John into something spectacular. Mark, Allison’s brother, a struggling musician, wants to quit rambling in life and find his purpose.
The cold changes everything.
I am fascinated by this new app called Prisma. I left the logo at the bottom this time, so no one would mistake it for something I painted. I only wish I could paint like this. The original picture of Shaker boxes at Shaker Village in Harrodsburg, KY was taken by my husband and altered by me using Prisma on my iPhone.
A picture of our fish pod changed by an application called Prisma – Love it!
This is the beginning of the book I’m working on – The Color of Cold and Ice. It will be out sometime in July.
While making lunch yesterday, I peeked outside the kitchen window to see something curled up in the yard. I watched as it attempted to stand and fell back down. Our dog and cat were beside it, leaving it alone. Strange. Is that a baby deer? It was under the tree in the shadows. I went out to get a closer look. It stood up again and looked at me, coming nearer, I think, thinking I was its mama. It began wagging its little tail. I looked to see no grown deer anywhere around.
Thinking the mother must be somewhere near, I went back inside. A little later I looked back out. It was gone. So, after lunch, I went out on the deck (where I have move my office to). But, I kept hearing this sound. Sure enough, here came the fawn around to the back where I was.
After walking back and forth around the deck, it quit bleating and headed for the woods at the top of the hill. Hopefully, its mother heard it and came for it. I haven’t seen it today.
The other day this visitor came while I was on the hammock. It stayed for a while. I guess it was a butterfly or possibly a moth. A day later it visited my husband on the other side of the house.
Symbolically I believe it has something to do with the soul journey and transition.
Enjoying the fish in the pond this morning. We still have some stuff to do on the pond, for instance, hiding the filtration box. The grass will probably do that in the future. I think we have the waterfalls the way we want them. The fish have been spawning.
We had breakfast on the deck this morning. Upon opening the umbrella for the first time this year on this table, we found a frog.
In the brief time between rain, a major hail storm being the later, we ate lunch outside, vegetarian hot brown. Tonight it will be cantaloupe and guacamole as both the cantaloupe and avocados aren’t long for this world. That will probably be topped off with margaritas in celebration that the hail storm did no damage that we saw.
That time of year again. Working on the Koi and Goldfish pond, along with all the other summer maintenance jobs. The weather has warmed up, and the fish have begun to spawn. You will note the white film areas in the water. Baby fish eggs everywhere, and also disappearing at a rapid rate as they get eaten up. We have had problems with algae. We completely drained the pond and refilled with mostly rain water from our cistern. The water had become so murky. Even with a new filtering system and UV light which is supposed to get rid of the algae, it began appearing once again. Of course plants are supposed to help, but the fish love to eat the roots of the plants, and are rough on them during their spawning time. So, we tried protecting what plants we had. My husband built a rock barrier around the Anacharis. We hold high hopes for this plant in controlling the amount of algae. The larger Koi can’t get in, yet eggs have drifted in. The idea was to protect both the plants and the eggs, however, we didn’t anticipate the frogs. Nature always wins.
What’s the best thing about being a writer? This is a question I received from someone on Goodreads. And, the first thing that came to my mind was pumpkin pie with whipped cream, plenty of whipped cream. So, if answering a question with a totally absurd mental image makes one a writer, then I have it made. At least it denotes a good imagination or thinking outside of the box.
Basically, what I’m saying is I like the whole process, well, the whole process up to a point. Marketing is another matter. But I love when the story starts to develop in my mind, or maybe more so from my heart, and ends up word by word on my Scrivener app. Then there is the reading over and over, rewriting, correcting. There is my husband reading it and saying “I really like it, but I would just change this one thing.”
There are the different images of cover designs that are going through my head. They begin to emerge before I even place my fingers on the keyboard. It’s the artist in me. I like full control from beginning to the final product, even the aggravation of the technical aspects of getting it in Kindle or paperback form, well, maybe not that part so much.
I’m really appreciative of Martha Perez’s question, because it touched the appreciative part of me as to why I do this.
The day I received my first copy of “Jessica Lost Her Wobble,” which I term “Jessica” for short, because she has become a part of me and has made me feel like an actual author. Maybe it was that first novel feeling. I don’t know. I’m new to all of this. I hope I have even a better feeling, if that is possible, when my next one is completed, “The Color of Cold and Ice.”
Yesterday, my view from the hammock, a perfect place to read or listen to audio books.
As I make the transition from the publication of my first novel to my second I am offering my first, Jessica Lost Her Wobble, for 99 cents from now until April 19th. Click on the link to get to Amazon.
In the meantime, I am working on getting the next one published. The first round draft as gone off to two beta readers. I am ever so grateful to them. After that, hopefully, off to the editor. I am pretty sure that I have finally decided on a cover.
Out in the woods today….
A good place to meditate, a good place to read. We are blessed to have many rocks like this.
I love the sound of water.
Amazon Link for Jessica Lost Her Wobble
This is the last day for the free download of my book, Jessica Lost Her Wobble, the Kindle Version.
I download lots of Kindle books. I also buy lots of hard and paperback versions of books. About half of what is in our bookshelves are unread. We have lots of bookshelves in our house.
The main reason is I believe I’m saving them for the rainy day or for some disaster that may happen, wiping out the internet and/or electricity. One of my most favorite episodes of the Twilight Zone was one of the earliest shows, Time Enough at Last. You might recognize the episode from the picture.