Nan Reinhardt, Author

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Wednesday Check-in

March20
Mulching for Curb Appeal

It’s been a long week. We’ve spent nearly every day working on some aspect of getting the house ready to put on the market. Our dear brother-in-law came by to help us put down new mulch in all the gardens–fun because the dang mulch was frozen! Made for interesting raking, I’ll tell you. Husband is busy scrubbing the outside of the house and I’m inside packing up the last of the stuff that needs to disappear before we clean and stage. Painters come in next week to freshen up the bathroom and then the realtor will be here to move stuff around and make the place as appealing as possible. Then, the sign goes up and we see what happens. I’m hoping all of you will send lots of positive energy our way that the house will sell quickly and well. We still don’t know where we’ll end up, but that’s okay. Son and DIL have invited us to stay with them while we look for another house, so all will be well.

Over the weekend, we attended the celebration of life for our buddy Rich and it was a sad/joyful experience. Good to see how many others loved him as we did. Also, it was nice to get away for just a couple of days. I didn’t work or think about the move or make any lists. Instead we simply enjoyed one another’s company. On our way back home, we stopped by the lake house and checked on things. That was nice, too. The ice is off the lake and the Great Lakes gulls were taking a rest on the big floats down by the dam before continuing north.We’re more than ready for summer!

I’m working on Aidan’s book–after a couple of false starts, I finally believe I’m beginning his story where it needs to start–right in River’s Edge. My almost-pathological need to dump background into the opening chapters of a book slows me down every single time. Generally, I let the info-dumps go until I get a rough draft done, but this time, Aidan wasn’t moving, so I simply started again. That face is still Aidan in my head, so as long as he stays put, I’ll be good. Holly is a little bit harder and for some reason (we could probably check with Freud on this one), Holly’s mom, Melinda, is reminding me spookily of my own mother. However, that sorta makes her easy to write, so I’m going with it as long it’s working.

Today’s gratitude: Husband, who turned 70 on Saturday and just gets better; our buddy, Rich, whom we will miss every day, but we know he’s always with us; sunny days so we can get the house ready to go; Son and DIL and BIL, who’ve helped us with all this work; Liz, who keeps me sane or willingly goes along with the crazy–either way, I love you like a sister, my friend!

Until next week, mes amies, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

~Nan~

I Can Do This

March6
living room

I’m writing this on Fat Tuesday–we’ve been running moving-type errands today, getting ready for the movers to come tomorrow to pick up what Fred, our mover, (he rocks!) calls “the declutter load.” We’ve emptied closets, packed box after box, bin after bin, taken down photographs, and packed away tchotchkes and beloved knickknacks in an attempt to depersonalize our home in preparation for staging it and putting it up for sale.

It’s been…freeing in many ways but also bittersweet, and I’ve discovered that there is no way to neutralize this house. It’s been too lived in, too loved in. Our rooms are cozy and warm and inviting, so I’m counting on that vibe to sell this place. The yard is huge and the trees provide shade for us and sanctuary for the critters who’ve made their homes in our woods–deer, groundhogs, raccoons, foxes, and birds.

We heard our owl the other night, and we wondered together whether we’d hear owls in our new home, wherever that may be. We’re hoping for some good-sized trees in a much smaller yard along with a smaller house all on one level. I’ll miss my little garret at the back of the upstairs, but a new sunny office will be lovely, too.
Husband will miss mowing on his lawn tractor, but a smaller yard means less upkeep, less work. and maybe a chance for a couple of tomato and pepper plants. We couldn’t keep a garden here because the critters think we planted it for their feasting pleasure. Over the years, we tried everything to discourage them, including an electric fence, but when a squirrel bit the wire and electrocuted himself a few years back, we gave it up and decided to buy our fresh veggies at the farmer’s market or get them from dear brother-in-law, who has a bodacious garden in his backyard.

New Shutters!

So, we’re getting there and some of the huge tasks that seemed insurmountable just two months ago are done–new shutters are hung, the old boat is on its way to boat heaven, the brush out front is cut, and the purging is nearly complete. We don’t know yet where we’ll end up, but there’s more pleasure now in the idea of moving and that’s a good thing.

As always, mes amies, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

~Nan~

Happy New Year!

January1

I’m writing this post on December 30 because I won’t be near my computer on January 1, 2019. I’ll be celebrating the new year with dear friends and hopefully, being pretty much electronics-free. But I didn’t want to miss a chance to start the new year with my best wishes to all my followers and readers for a joyful and peaceful and successful 2019.

It’s been a rough few years for all of us, especially 2018, with the chaos in the country and life feeling so out of our control. My prayer for the country, for my loved ones, and for me is that we chill out. Stop and breathe. Take time to be grateful to be living in a time when every day is a miracle. Slow down. Live each moment because they’re never coming again.

2019 will bring big changes for me and mine and it may for you as well. I plan to enjoy all the new challenges that are coming up, cherish my family and friends and try to see the changes as adventures to be relished, not mountains to be overcome.

I’ll be writing at least two more books in 2019, continuing the Four Irish Brothers Winery series for Tule Publishing, continuing to blog here and Word Wranglers and wherever else I’m welcome, and I’ll be editing to earn my keep.

So all that said, I’m starting 2019 with a gratitude list because I believe firmly that being grateful is the key to happiness. As the new year begins, I’m thankful for my family–my kids, dear Husband, my sister, my brother, and all the others who are in my extended family. I’m grateful for my friends–my besties who keep me sane and writing and on track and who listen graciously and always have my back. I’m glad for the technology that allows me to work and earn money. I’m thankful for Tule Publishing, who took a chance on me and continues to believe in my writing. I’m thankful for my home and for the new home that’s coming up for us in the new year.

Happy New Year to one and all and as always, mes amies, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

~Nan

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Merry Christmas

December24

It’s a particularly blessed holiday for this writer/editor. So many wonderful things are happening right now, not the least of which is the incredibly warm reception my newest novel, A SMALL TOWN CHRISTMAS, has received. I’m so grateful to all my faithful readers and excited to welcome all the new readers who’ve come on board with this new series. 2019 will bring two more Four Irish Brothers Winery stories, so stay tuned.

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years.
And as always, mes amies, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

~Nan~

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How Do You Text?

August14

This article from the Wall Street Journal made me smile because Samantha Hayes, the heroine in my new book coming October 29 from Tule Publishing has a “thing” about texting and how people do it. In A SMALL TOWN CHRISTMAS, the fact that Conor Flaherty, the hero, just uses texting for the utility of easy communication–no emojis, correct spelling and punctuation–is simply one more reason for her to fall in love with him!

My writing BFF, Liz Flaherty and I tease each other a lot about our excessive use of exclamation marks when we “chat” on Google each morning–we both do it. But I think we’re only trying to get a point across and show one another how we feel about any given topic. Oh, BTW, Liz’s new book, NICE TO COME HOME TO is available on Amazon and other book retailers.

Enjoy this article from the Wall Street Journal and then leave me a comment about how you feel about punctuation in texting and emails. Me? I’m kind with Sam on the topic, but I’m guilty of overuse of emojis and exclamation marks when I text . . . however, I do try very hard to spell everything correctly and OMG! I don’t use abbreviations like OMG and LOL and CUL8TR, especially not that last one! Ugh! LOL!

Let’s discuss. In the meantime, mes amies, remember, hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

Nan

Monday, Monday

August6

Remember when Mondays meant starting a new work or school week? When the weekend was over and reality hit? I have a confession–since Husband’s been retired, I never know what day it is. Seriously, I don’t. Most of the time I couldn’t tell you whether it was Sunday or Thursday.

It’s worse at the lake because every day at the lake feels like Saturday. Weird phenomenon, but it’s true. The only way I can keep track of anything happening during the summer is to consult my trusty Google calendar. It may get easier beginning this week because Grandboy starts school on August 8, which I happen to know is Wednesday, but I only know this because DIL and I had a conversation about how odd it was to start school on a Wednesday.

Grandboy in school means that the kids will only be at the lake on weekends from now until time to close up the cottages, unless he has an off Friday or Monday. Then I’ll be confused again.

So here’s the thing. Husband loves the freedom of not caring what day of the week it is. Heck, he loves not even knowing what time it is! He took his watch off the day he retired and he hasn’t worn it since. I work at home–on a deadline, but it’s a nebulous this book is due back to the publisher on a date two or three weeks out kind of deadline. So, although I have to know my deadline date, I don’t need to know specifically what day today is.

I need to get more attuned to what day of the week it is however, because I’m going to start promotion for my new Four Irish Brothers Winery series from Tule Publishing soon. I’ll be blog touring and posting hither and yon about Conor and Sam’s book, A Small Town Christmas, which releases October 29. That happens to be a Monday–I looked it up.

So talk to me, do you always know what day it is? Do you care what day it is? Retirement means not having to care, but there’s also a certain amount of security in knowing that today is Monday.

Until next time, mes amies, remember, hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

Nan

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Where’s the Big Stuff?

July14

Okay, so a week or so ago, I posted that big news is coming and it is. Truly! I turned in revisions to the first Tule Publishing book on Monday and heard back from my editor immediately. She’s got a couple of other books in front of mine in the pipeline–she’s a busy lady–but she’ll be getting to mine very soon. Got to admit to being rather nervous because I tried very hard to address her concerns with the first draft. I think I got it. I just hope she agrees.

The angst that goes along with turning your work over to an editor is real, especially when you suspect you didn’t quite hit it exactly right. Funny, but before she ever responded to the first draft, I sensed that what she would say was that Sam, my heroine, wasn’t fully developed. I focused so much of attention on Conor because the book is his, so Samantha didn’t quite come to life. Not that she wasn’t perfectly fine,  but she needed more depth. I hope the revisions I did made her a better character. After all, hunky Conor falls in love with her practically at first sight–the entire story hinges on that, so the reader has to buy it from the start.

In other news, I’m beginning the new Four Irish Brothers title–this one is Sean’s and it’s off to a rousing start. I debated where to start telling his story and I picked a pivotal moment with lots of action. We’ll see if I can pull this one off. Sean’s a charismatic attorney whose life has always been charmed and suddenly, he’s turned upside down. He has some issues to deal with that he’s not prepared for at all, in fact none of the Flaherty boys were ready for this one . His brothers will help him along the way, but Sean has to fight some demons he never expected to turn up in his life. Hold a good thought, okay?

Summer is going along–we spent almost a month at the lake and are now back home in the city for a few days. We have some things that need taking care of here. Although I love the lake, it’s nice to be home, too. How blessed we are to have two lovely homes, both of which are close to our kids now. Seeing Son and DIL and Grandboy whenever we like is a treat, as was going to Palo Alto last month to see Son become a doctor. Here’s a great shot of Grandboy meeting Son’s advisor.

I’m dealing with a lot of arthritis pain right now–knees and hip joint are not happy, so I’m going try a totally new approach. CBD oil. Not sure if it will make any difference, but it’s easier than surgery, which I fear I may be facing sooner rather than later. I confess I wasn’t prepared to be so cripped up as I aged. Stupid because genetics are not in my favor as far as arthritis goes and I should have suspected that it would get worse, not better. I think that thing that ticks me off so much is that I’ve done all the stuff I’m supposed to do–exercise, eat right, keep the joints lubricated–yet here I am, sore and achy and pissed off.  So, hold another good thought, okay? I don’t ever want to be the old lady in the electric cart at Walmart–it is my worst nightmare.

In the meantime, hold tight for news on the book front. Stay healthy, be grateful in all things, and keep in touch, okay?

Gratitude for this week:

  1. Family–Husband, Son, Dil, Grandboy, Sis…you all keep me going.
  2. One book down, three more to go. I can so do this!
  3. The lake–swimming has been wonderful this summer.
  4. My friends who also keep me going.
  5. My BFF dedicated her new book NICE TO COME TO to me! Wasn’t that a sweet thing? I love it! You can preorder it here.
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Getting Older or Better?

June3

Seems like this year, June is going to start out with an emotions overload. Yesterday was sister Kate’s birthday. She’d have been 67 and we lost her way too soon. I was so counting on becoming feisty senior citizens with my sisters, like my Nana and her sister Alice. They were so funny and got on one another’s nerves and loved each other with all their hearts. I thank God I still have PJ to make those kinds of memories with–we’ve promised each other we’ll live to an old age and drive each other crazy.  I’m counting on you, PJ!

Today is the celebration of life service for my friend and neighbor, Bon–she passed in April (another victim of evil cancer), but her family decided to have the service today on what would have been her and David’s 56th wedding anniversary. I confess to wishing they’d simply had it back in April because Tuesday is the first anniversary of Dee’s death and I’m already feeling bereft at the thought.

But you know, I think there’s a chance that this may be the new normal for me because I’m getting to the age where friends die. People are living longer because medical science is keeping diseases like cancer at bay longer and we are better at taking care of ourselves. The fact is, though, that I’m almost 65 years old and that’s senior in anyone’s book. Right now, I feel old because my body hurts from switching up my exercise and my arthritis is screaming at me, but I don’t want to be old. Well, not old and sick anyway.

So to answer the question in the title of this post–I think I want to get older and better. I want to be that fascinating old lady that people want to get to know better because man, she’s a little crazy and a lot of fun. I want to write romantic books and swim in the lake and go boating and play with the Grandboy and enjoy Husband and Son and DIL and my friends. I want to find a place to volunteer this winter and be of help to someone other than myself. I want to learn more about everything and taste some different wine and learn to cook some new and exotic dishes. I’m not done yet, not nearly done. Yeah, I’m getting older, but I’m also getting better . . . and that’s okay. That’s okay.

 

 

Silver Disobedience

May10

Dian Griesel has started a fabulous new website geared for folks over 50 called Silver Disobedience. She interviewed me for a feature spot and it’s up on the website this week. Check it out–so much fun!

 

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Once a Month Works…Right?

April30

Yeah, it’s been a month since my last post here. Frankly, it’s been a crazy month where life happened while I was making other plans. Mostly, I’ve been writing. I’m on a deadline and so that’s been where every writing moment has been spent. When I wasn’t writing my own book, I was editing someone else’s. Been a busy month for Editor Nan–good news because, you know, they’re paying me and there is that damn $1K/month health insurance bill that has to be paid. But between work and writing, I’ve pretty much been a hermit. I did get to meet up with my bestie/writing buddy and we had a writing day at the library in the town in between the lake and her house. It was grand to spend time with her!

In other news, we got the lake cottage open for the season and it’s been grand to work and write there. Our kids have been up and that’s been double fun because Son is just nuts about the lake, DIL is fast becoming quite the little lake girl, and Grandboy loves all things lake. He’s kind of getting into fishing–lots of curiosity about it, so Poppy and Daddy took him down to try out the new bait net this past weekend, and he was delighted to be able to hold a crappie in his hands. In fact, the kids are turning into such lake people that they decided to buy a summer place, too. We are beyond thrilled that they’ll be just down the road from us. Isn’t that fun?

 

When we “decorated” the lake cottage (and I use the term decorated very loosely), I used some old photographs that my MIL gave us. I framed them in black and white frames and hung them collage-style in the living room. Old pictures of Husband at the lake with his grandparents back in the ’50s and ’60s and several of Son when he was kid at the lake in the ’80s and ’90s. Husband figured out that Grandboy is the sixth generation of Reinhardt to be at our lake. Isn’t that cool? To commemorate that, I’m going to use the three photos below to make a 3-picture framed set for both us and the kids–aren’t these darling? My little fishermen!

All in all, life is hard, life is good, life is sad, life is joyful, life is busy, life is lovely… how about you? What’s news?

 

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