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Day 7: Gratitude and Work

September7

I often forget to be grateful for having work I love–the writing is work and I consider being a novelist my career, but I am also an editor pretty much full time, too. I love being an editor, polishing other writers’ books is incredibly rewarding. When I used to be strictly a nonfiction editor, my fellow general reference book editors and I joked that our job was to make the authors of the books sound as smart as they probably were. Sometimes it was a challenge, but wow, did I ever learn a lot of interesting stuff from working on those books.

Editing fiction is a whole different ballgame, but one that is often just as challenging and certainly just as rewarding. I love my fiction authors! The stories are fun and sexy sometimes and always enjoyable. I see my job as sort of a teaching moment in a way as I fix common errors and some not so common. I don’t know if authors remember when I’ve put in a note like “never hyphenate an ly modifier,” but it makes me feel better to offer an explanation for my edits when I can.

So today I focus my gratitude list on work:
Steady work from my major client, who books are just plain fun
My regular big publishing clients who have authors who ask for me–what an honor!
My 65-year-old eyes that are still able to read clearly
My 65-year-old brain that is still sharp and processing
A wonderful support system in family and friends

And here’s a treat! A new book from Maggie Mae Gallagher!

The Fixer Upper: Abby Callier is more in love with Shakespearean heroes than any real man, and she’s beginning to wonder if there is life for her outside the pages of a book. It doesn’t help that her esteemed parents tend to view her as they would one of their science experiments gone wrong. On the eve of finishing her dissertation, she escapes her staid existence to live in the house she inherited from her Great Aunt Evie in the small town of Echo Springs, Colorado. Because, let’s face it, when a woman starts comparing her life to horror films, it might be time for a break.
Sheriff Nate Barnes believes in law and order and carefully building the life you want. In his spare time, he has been remodeling his house in the hope that one day it will be filled with the family he makes. But Nate doesn’t like drama or complications and tends to avoid them at all costs. And yet, when Miss Abigail Callier, his newest neighbor, beans him with a nine iron, he can’t help but wonder if she might just be the complication he’s been searching for all along. It doesn’t hurt that he discovers a journal hidden away by the previous tenant and decides to use Old Man Turner’s advice to romance Abby into his life.
Abby never expected her next-door neighbor, the newly dubbed Sheriff Stud Muffin, to be just the distraction her world needed. The problem is she doesn’t know whether she should make Echo Springs her home, or if this town is just a stopover point in her life’s trajectory. And she doesn’t want to tell Nate that she might not be sticking around—even though she should because it’s the right thing to do, the honest thing—because then all the scintillatingly hot kisses with the Sheriff will come to an abrupt halt. Did she mention that he’s a really great kisser?

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Days 5 and 6: Gratitude and I’m Trying…

September6

So, I missed a day. Expect that to happen, okay? Life just gets in the way sometimes. I’m trying very hard to take each day as it comes. To stay in the here-and-now, as my mom used to preach. It’s hard. I’m worrying about everything, which is pointless, really, because none of it is anything I can control. So…onward to gratitude because that’s how we make it through the days of feeling completely untethered, right?

Gratitude (you get 10 because of the whole missing-a-day thing):
The lake, which has become too cold to swim in due to cooler temps, but is still perfect
Cool temps that make deck sitting and sleeping a joy
Only 9 days until Michigan
Got one editing gig done and invoiced and paid–yay!
A place to vent (sorta)
My friends get to take dream vacations this week–how wonderful for them!
Candles and games on the deck with Husband last night
Found Oliver Riesling for $6/bottle at Walgreen’s when I went to get my passport photo taken
Got my passport renewal sent off–a task that’s been bugging me for a while
Laptop recovered from whatever goofiness it was experiencing, so I’m holding a good thought here.

I love that image at the top of this post, don’t you? It’s soft and lovely and the sentiment is exactly what I’m trying to accomplish with these daily posts. So I’ll keep posting until we find a house. If you’re bored, then just pray that we find one soon, okay? In the meantime, hold your face to the sun, mes amies, be grateful for all things, and love well.




Day 4 Gratitude and Sunshine

September4

It’s a beautiful day here at the lake–lots of sun and fluffy clouds and lovely temperatures in the 70s. It’s quiet in the trailerhood since it’s Wednesday and the weekenders aren’t here. I’m enjoying a lovely breeze through the window and the scent of fall is kind of in the air. I took my itchy, sore left eye to an eye doctor in town this morning and she diagnosed it with severe inflammation due to allergies, prescribed steroid eye drops and no contact lenses for a week. One drop and my eye already feels better, so win for me.

I started on Brendan’s story yesterday and I think I’m liking the direction I’m headed. We’ll see how he goes. In the meantime, I’m collecting promo materials, checking out places to go for book tours, and just generally preparing for Aidan’s book launch. Soon, I’ll have a cover and title for you. Fun!

Gratitude today:
Sunshine
A fix for my eye
Lovely lake friends
Husband, who loves me so very much
Just 10 days until Liz and I leave for MI!

Day 3 Gratitude and Dearest Son

September3
Two of my three favorite guys!

I love my kid–he is my heart and I’ve always maintained that if I am still breathing then he’s okay. Even if he’s not great, he’s okay, and we can handle whatever comes along. Sometimes “okay” is all a parent has to hold onto. Son is brilliant–like the scary kind of brilliant where his brain is so full that you believe his head must ache at times. He is pure engineer, always thinking, solving problems, analyzing issues, which makes him fabulous at his chosen career as a national security analyst.

He is also a caretaker and feels a heavy responsibility to me and Husband–as an only child, that’s natural. The three of us have a bond that is the best thing in my life. He wants so much to fix our “homeless” situation and he’s come up with several ideas–some off-the-wall, some good, some…um, not for us. But oh, how I love him for wanting to fix things for old Mom and Dad. However, it is plenty, more than plenty, that he and darling DIL have offered us temporary shelter in their guest room and allowed us to store boxes and boxes of our life in their basement.

So to my darling Son, I say, we’re okay, baby. Dad and I have got this. Our house is out there, waiting for us. We’ll find the one that is perfect for us and we’ll turn it into a home where family and friends will find warmth and welcome. Ignore old Mom when I whine about being “homeless,” sometimes I just need to vent. But I know with all my heart that we’ll always have a home with you and for that and a multitude of other things, I love you.
P.S. Don’t stop scheming and thinking, okay? We love processing this with you!

Gratitude for today:
Son, DIL, and Grandboy–always
Cool days that portend fall, my favorite season, although honestly, I love all the seasons
Coffee
A writing day with Liz
Starting a new book

Day 2 Gratitude and Waiting…

September2

Look at me! Getting into my blog two days in a row! I’ve committed to putting up a gratitude list each day until we find a house. I’m praying with all my might that will be very soon because I so don’t want to go through the winter without a house of our own. So keep sending that good house-finding energy and I’ll remain grateful for all the blessings in my life.

Today, I’m thankful for:
A lovely day at the lake with our kids
An impromptu game night with DIL and friend Moe last night
Grandboy’s sweet freckles
Finally having a title for book 3 in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series, which I will reveal when I get my cover for that book.
Taking today, Labor Day, to simply read for pleasure.

Happy Labor Day, mes amies! Take some time away from your labors to bask in the sunshine, enjoy some quiet time, and maybe even nibble a hot dog or a s’more. Remember to thank a laborer–lineman, cooks, carpenters, electricians, plumbers, pipe fitters, factory workers, highway workers, et al–all those good folks who work hard to keep our lives so sweet and smooth.

Random Stuff

September1

Once again, I’m apologizing for being scarce. Life is so weird right now, I feel like I’m just floating, untethered, through life right now. Oh, there are some anchors–Husband, Son, the lake, my writing, my editing work. I’m not a total basket case.

But here’s the thing. I didn’t expect to feel so ill-at-ease without a house. Me? Seriously? I’m always up for something new. I saw the whole house-selling, house-hunting thing as one huge adventure. I thought I would feel freed after selling the house and that looking for a new one would be a huge kick. Well, selling was simply hard work. We were fortunate that our house sold so quickly because it’s a great house and we had a great realtor.

Moving was arduous and we have stuff stored three different places, including a with a storage service whom we are paying monthly to keep our belongings safe. So to say I can’t find anything would be an understatement. I thought I had done a pretty good job of keeping out what I’d need for this temporary stay at Son’s, and I did if we were only going to be here a month or so. But now, I’m staring autumn in the face and we’re still here and I’ve got to figure out where sweatshirts and jeans are tucked away.

All in all, this has been disconcerting as hell and I’m ready to find our house and get moved in. So, mes amies, here’s the September challenge for you: send good house-finding energy our way, won’t you? Ask the universe to send us our perfect home.

I’m going to work hard at gratitude because I gotta tell you, right now, I’m having a had time being grateful and that’s not a good thing either. So I’m thinking I want to try to put a gratitude list up every day until we find a house. That feels enormous to me at the moment, but so does making a pot of coffee or thinking about what to make for supper tonight, but five things each day. Even if one of them is that the day is over and I haven’t strangled anyone.

On this first day of September, my birth month, I am grateful for:
My health, my writing buddy, Liz (with whom I’ll be going on retreat with in just two weeks!), my family, the lake, and that I’ve finished another book.

Until tomorrow, then, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well. I’m going to work on those three things, too.
~Nan~

Almost There…

May22

Well, we’re about 24 hours from closing and soon our home will belong to our buyer. We’ve worked hard to infuse as much love and joy into that house as we can, and if it’s true that homes have feelings, he should be all warm and fuzzy by tomorrow evening.

As for us, we are warm and fuzzy thanks to Son and DIL and Grandboy, who have welcomed us into their home and created a lovely temporary resting place as we look for a new house. Son made me a little office space, there is a wet bar that is our “kitchen,” and the bedroom and private bath are cozy and comfortable. We’re settling in, but we don’t want to get too comfortable. We’d like to try to find a house before summer is over.

Last night, Grandboy and I had a lovely time singing made-up rhyming monster songs when I tucked him in and we cuddled for a few minutes. He’s such a sweet soul, much like his mom and dad. All in all, we’re exhausted, but okay. I think we’re going to take a short break and try to regroup, then begin the house hunt. A few days at the lake will help immensely, I’m sure, plus a couple of writer buds are coming by next week for a writing day, so that will be fun, too.

Our routine will be back in force as Sunday we serve communion at church and I’m back to work with editing gigs and writing on novel 3 for the Four Irish Brothers Winery series for Tule Publishing and get ready for promotion for book 2, which releases July 18. A cover reveal and pre-order should be coming up soon! All in all, we survived the house selling and moving to storage… the next steps are pure adventure.

Gratitude for today: Son, DIL, and Grandboy–how generous and gracious they are! Good friends in our mover and realtor, who’ve had our backs through all this and continue to be there for us. Gracious clients who’ve stood by as I’ve had to stop work briefly during the actual move. All the folks who’ve helped or offered to, specifically Moe, who packed like a trooper and Terri, who cleaned with us yesterday. Merci, mes amies!! And all praise and glory to God, who has kept his hand of protection around us and listened to my weepy prayers and imprecations. God is good.

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

~Nan~

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Cover Wars!

March13

Happy Wednesday, everyone! The cover for A Small Town Christmas is currently in a cover war over Author Shout. We’re firmly in third place, but here’s the great news, you can vote every 24 hours! So I’d love it if you clicked over and voted for my gorgeous cover all week long! Merci, mes amies.

We lost our dear lake buddy, Rich, on Tuesday and we are heartbroken and bereft. He was a kind, generous, and charming man, who always had a smile. Cancer is so evil, and it has taken so many people from my life in the last few years. I know that, years ago, Rich would have died and we never would have known why, so I’m grateful for the medical advances that gave us a bit more time with him after his diagnosis. But, dammit, I want a cure now!

In other news, I restarted Aidan’s story, book 3 in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series–my first start was all background. I see this new beginning as growth as a writer. Previously, I would’ve waited to trash my first two chapters of info dump until after the first draft was done.

Gratitude is important right now because my life is currently full of chaos and gratitude reminds me to breathe. Today I’m grateful for my dentist, who does good work and acknowledges my fears, Husband, who is working so hard to get to our new life, Rich and Moe, who are dear friends, Son, who came over immediately on Tuesday just to hug us when we told him about Rich’s passing, a good time with Liz, Kristi, and Ava over the weekend–writerly friendships are such a gift!

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

~Nan~

Revisions

February27
Me, deep into revisions

I’m in revisions on Sean and Megan’s story. This is pretty much me for the next couple of weeks. My editor liked the story, had lots of good things to say about it, and really, the revisions aren’t arduous, but they are my same old issues–too much backstory and a heroine who needs to be fleshed out.

Liz and I talked about the heroine thing when we were on retreat last week. Here’s the thing. I know my heroines–I know Megan and I think mostly, I’ve presented her well, but the guys in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series have taken center stage in each book because the books are about them. Not that the women are incidental, they aren’t at all, of course. But I know my guys so well and they’re so much fun to write, especially scenes between two of them or scenes with all of them participating. So, I think I do dig into them more. I did the Art Facts Sheet on the book yesterday and found the perfect picture for the cover–I hope Tule agrees.

Aidan’s story is starting after one false start during retreat because… you guess it, background dump. Now that’s out of the way, I’ll actually start the book. <eyeroll> Yeesh! I like him, but I’m not so sure he’s going to be as easy to know as Sean and Conor were because he’s got a different personality being an actor. We’ll see. I have DIL to depend on for theater advice and she can probably give me the scoop on actor personalities as well.

My life is overwhelming right now, but all in a good, life-is-exciting-new-things-are-coming-along kind of way. Processing here each Wednesday will probably help me cope with a lot of what’s happening, so get ready…I may be dumping on you! For now, gratitude seems the best way to go. This week, I’m grateful for Husband, who is working tirelessly to get the house ready for staging, for Liz, who lets me dump on her every morning, for Son and DIL, who are into the Four Irish Brothers Winery series and offer great suggestions, for Grandboy, who continues to bring light to our lives, and for my friend CL, who is coming to help me pack up the first load for the movers. How blessed am I?

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

~Nan~

Writing Retreat Day 2

February19



We are in our second day of writing retreat and we think we deserve great thumps of “good job, girls” on our backs. Because we have written, yes, and also because between the two of us, we’ve only bought one pound of fudge and two bottles of wine. No clothes. No sweatshirts proclaiming our whereabouts. We’ve eaten well—we always eat well—talked about everything from character development to eye shadow colors (neutrals work—who knew?), and slept well on the beds in the boutique hotel where we ended up staying.

I am homesick, of course. It happens every time. Nan rolls her eyes when I admit it, but then she calls Jim, so what does she know?

Strictly from a writing point of view, I can’t say enough about the value of a writing retreat. While it’s true it’s fun to spend good-friend time, having someone talk you off the ledge when you absolutely know the book you’re writing is a piece of crap less than stellar is priceless.

We’ve discovered over the years that we are absolutely splendid at naming each other’s characters, that she can beat me at Farkle, and that we share an affinity for fuzzy socks. We have a good time and the annual or biennial getaway days serve to deepen the friendship.

It’s a time for dialing down whatever has us being stressed and dialing up things that make us laugh. While a writing retreat is a valuable tool for getting work done, it’s even more important in its curative treatment of mental health issues.

Good to talk to everyone. Hope you’re having a great week.

Liz, feeling mentally healthy as all get out. 😊



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