Fighting With A Story Line, Wanting To Garden
I have 897 more words to write on this blasted book before I can go outside and garden and I swear I’m going to throw this blasted laptop if I cannot think of something quick to write and get this word count done for the week. Blast me, just do it. Ugh – wait for me, Petunias! Wait for me Wisteria vine! I’m coming!!
Where Is Your Favorite Place To Go To Get Your Head On Straight Again?
I recently asked, on Facebook, “Where is your favorite place to escape to for a few days?
One of my favorites is Montana. Sometimes ya got to go out into nature to get your head on straight again.
If you have a photo of your favorite place, PLEASE POST IT. Let’s travel together.”
These are the responses I received. Let me know your answers, too.
Cathy Lamb I tried to get one of my sister’s sweet horses to give me some advice for life, but all he wanted to do was talk about the joys of hay.
Regina Mae I run to the beach. Amelia Island, Saint Augustine, Hilton head. Almost any beach will do in a pinch. smile emoticon
Amy Nathan Tucson. Any place with mountains.
Amy Nathan Hudson River valley
Cathy Lamb Gorgeous, Amy Nathan and let’s hope we’re both in Tucson together next year, too.
Amy Nathan Me too!
Liz Grabber I go to the mountains. The past few years it has been to a cabin in New Hampshire.
Amy Nathan Montana is one of the places I’d really like to go one day.
Cathy Lamb Amy Nathan Wild and open and free and wonderful. Montana would love to see you.
Deborah Murrill Blanchard I love the White Mountains in New Hampshire. Fresh, clean air. It is so calming there.
Cathy Lamb Oh my gosh, Deborah Murrill Blanchard It looks like a snow blanket. Gorgeous.
But… I decided that my favorite place to be is anywhere we can go together.
Cathy Lamb Robert Andweave Susan, look at that son of yours! And that photo! Wow!!! But, you’re right. Going wherever with the people you love is hte best.
Wendy Webber Deloge The Great Smoke Mountians, one of our favorite getaways. We get a beautiful cabin in Gatlinburg TN!
Cathy Lamb Wendy Webber Deloge I have always wanted to go the Smoky Mountains. I absolutely have to get there.
Wendy Webber Deloge It’s the absolute best Cathy Lamb. My husband and I have gone twice and we definitely want to go back, but not until my children are married off. We have 2 wedding within 7 months of each other. One in October and the the other gets married in June of 2017. So needless to so we are quite busy with weddings. It’s very exciting though!
Gretchen Ross Any five star resort with maid service and my husband any place in the eorld. This is in Santa Barbara.
Cathy Lamb Gretchen Ross You crack me up. But, you’re right. An excellent hotel ANYWHERE, to relax, soak up some sun, no housework, no work, no distractions, perfect.
Robert Andweave I want to see the AFTER picture. Did they treat the place like drunken rock stars or were they one of those neat freaks that cleaned before they checked out? (Please, Gretchen…tell me you live like a rock star).
Gretchen Ross More like a porn star.
Gretchen Ross Look at that picture more closely. You will notice no piles of crap around. I love hotels. I always wanted to be Eloise and live at the Plaza. I did get to stay there once. Let the kids jump on the bed and stole a bath mat.
Prudence Henderson Grubb Boothbay Harbor, Maine for this mermaid! Enjoy and may you relax and get grounded.
Stacy Walker Sedona AZ is my favorite. Hiking and unplugging is my favorite thing to do.
Cathy Lamb Stacy Walker Love to hike. Totally get ya.
Stacy Walker Me too and take pictures
Alissa Schad Love my time share week in Oceanside. This is from my bed before i even put my feet on the ground
Cathy Lamb Love the ocean. One of my favorite places ever. Was just there today, in fact! You can THINK at the ocean.
Alissa Schad Exactly. I always feel like my tank is almost empty and then i go to the beach to “fill up” and I’m ready for the life drive again. Of course, I’m usually reading one of your books when I’m there smile emoticon
Laurice McClung I want to go to Montana some day. Would love to own some land there.
Cathy Lamb Laurice McClung Yep. Me, too
Camille Di Maio Maui is my happy place!
Cathy Lamb Oh, for sure. I love it there. Lahaina, the sunsets, that iced treat….
Donna Reed Montibello Cape Cod , riding my bike along the canal
Cathy Lamb Donna Reed Montibello Oh, I love Cape Cod, too. My sister used to live there so I could visit! Love all the water there, the lakes, the ocean, etc.
Joleen Wheeler Arizona back country ATV and camping
Barb Dowdell MacKenzie Martinique Beach in Nova Scotia
Elaine Donoughe Allen Big Sky, Montana is our favorite place . That and Jackson Hole! We go every year! I will find a photo and post!
Cathy Lamb Elaine Donoughe Allen You are a montana sister, then.
Mich Lueken My favorite place in the world was our little cabin up in the mountains of Canada in Notre Same Due Laus. We would go there for 5 weeks in the summer and fish. That place was heaven.
Jennifer Tropea O’Regan St. Lucia! ☀️👙👓👒
Jenny Collins Belk well yeah Jennifer, I guess so ! LOL
Cathy Lamb Jennifer Tropea O’Regan Oh please. I must go with you next time. I beg of you….that is just gorgeous
Amy Yeager My grandparents house and property in the rolling hills of Western Pennsylvania. It is now my uncle’s house and our family homestead. This is the homemade wooden bridge that my grandpa built and taught us how to maintain. You have to go down the lane, cross the bridge, and go up the lane to get to the house. Being there on the property or in the woods behind it just settles my soul.
Barb Dowdell MacKenzie This looks like a slice of heaven!
Amy Yeager Thanks! And that’s just one pic! It truly is the most peaceful, relaxing place on the planet….for me.
Amy Yeager My 2nd favorite place to escape is the beach….but my favorite beach is Tybee Island, Georgia. The rhythm and air of that beach breathes life, freedom, and an sense of centeredness in the universe….moreso than any other beach I have ever visited.
Cathy Wisilosky My favorite place, Davistown, PA.
Cathy Lamb I could write there, Cathy Wisilosky!
Cathy Doces Foster Orcas Island, WA. ( Or better known as Charlotte’s Island off Washington’s States coast in My Very Best Friend by Cathy Lamb)
Cathy Lamb Cathy Doces Foster Ha. You know my secret now. You’re right. Charlotte in My Very Best Friend was on Orcas Island.
Barbara Khan The Old State House, Boston. I lived there for 12 years. Went back for a visit most recently in Dec, I still remembered my way around on public transportation.
Amy Yeager That’s a fantastic spot! Very captivating! I’ve visited that spot twice smile emoticon
Barbara Khan Amy Yeager I loved living there surrounded by history. This building houses a subway station down below.
Robin Mooney Right now it’s our cozy cabin in the mountains.
Cathy Lamb Robin Mooney You are totally snowed in, aren’t you?
Robin Mooney We weren’t…lol Looks like we were, now that you mention it.
Joyce Ferrell ocracoke island nc
Joyce Ferrell great pristine beaches no big box stores or traffic
Jill O’Connor Anderson Really, the end of our dock or on our lake, when the cabin people are gone during the week… you can hear a fish jump out of the lake, a Loon call, the eagles swooping into the water to catch fish. It takes me “away”, yets lets me be at home!
Cathy Lamb Where are you, Jill O’Connor Anderson?
Jill O’Connor Anderson Cathy Lamb central Minnesota. We live on a lake, and have another lake across the street from us. Pretty darn nice!☺️ I can see that now, but come winter time… Not as nice!
Karen Katchur Avalon, Jersey shore.
Cathy Lamb Wow. That sunset, Karen Katchur. that is just a sky gift.
Karen Katchur Sky gift-I love that! Can’t wait to go back. smile emoticon
Carla Dilger Stark St Thomas, USVI
Carla Dilger Stark My son stole my hammock
Cathy Lamb Carla Dilger Stark Sons do that sometimes.
Aimie Trumbly Runyan Baie Orient, St. Martin!!!!See Translation
Cynthia Dix The Oregon Coast–whether it’s Cape Kiwanda/Pacific City (pictured), Cannon Beach, or Lincoln City, this is where I unwind.
Cathy Lamb Yep. Cynthia Dix Just got back from Lincoln City today. Loved it. You can really relax here.
Cynthia Dix Lincoln City just after Memorial Day (for Wedding Anniversary #6), hoping for Cannon Beach on Sunday!
Keily Davis Derrick My favorite place for a few days is at OSU for moms weekend!
Cathy Lamb Now that was the best, Keily Davis Derrick The best. So much fun. You dance good, friend. You can really shake it.
Diane Russom Harrison Destin, FL
Laura Drake Mammoth, CA, fly fishing. Ahhhh….
Kathryn Craft I’ve always wanted to go to Montana!
Lori Taylor Fun little hike
Marta Jackson I love Santa Fe, NM!
Susan Becraft I love mountains of all sizes. On my first trip to Yosemite, I felt like a pipsqueak, especially when standing next to El Capitan. I also love the Great Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains. Though much older and not as high, they have an unique beauty. The view from Sonja Yoerg‘s window thrills me. And there are the Alps. The list never ends. “Majestic”, for once, is the perfect description of all mountains.
This Is A Blog About Health, Wealth, Happiness, and Sex
My nana, Mary Kathleen, was orphaned at the age of four in Texas.
Her mother died a few weeks after my nana’s brother was born, of what they then called “blood poisoning.”
My nana’s father decided it would be best if he took off into the wild blue yonder after his wife’s death, rarely to be seen again by his abandoned children.
Mary Kathleen and her brother were shuttled from relative to relative and never felt, according to my mother, wanted. Her brother, tragically, ended up an alcoholic.
My nana met my grandpa, Thomas Cecil, one of eleven kids, a poor farm boy from Arkansas, fell in love, and got married. They had a lot in common, not all of it happy. My grandpa also lost his mother when he was about four years old. His father, a farmer and sheriff, married three times and outlived all of his wives. The eleven kids were his, hers, and theirs. There was love in that house but not much money.
In his early twenties, my grandpa, who had an eighth grade farm education, left Arkansas and headed to Los Angeles with a few brothers to build homes. They needed work, they did not want to eke out a living on a farm like their father, yanking up crops from an unforgiving earth, and they heard there was money to be made in LA. My nana left with him and the trek began.
My grandpa loved his wife and his daughter, my mother, Bette Jean, and he loved his grandkids. But, as I understand it from my mother, Grandpa had mellowed out considerably by the time his grandkids came along.
When he was a home builder in California, he was a tough, rough man who was not afraid of a full blown fight and letting his temper run around and amok when someone pushed the wrong button, or when the lumber he needed or the electrical wiring that had to be installed had not arrived on his building site.
My mother remembers my grandpa sitting down for dinner with her and her mother, white lace tablecloth ironed, silverware shiny, a properly laid table, and then getting up to take, or make, phone calls for work. “Excuse me please, Mary Kathleen,” he would say to my nana, quite calmly, as he refolded and placed his white napkin on the table.
My grandpa would then yell into the phone, swear, threaten to knock heads together, then slam the phone back into its cradle when he was done. He would sit back down at the table, place his white napkin over his lap, look at my nana across her fine, white, lace tablecloth, and say, “Mary Kathleen, this dinner is delicious,” as polite as could be.
My nana would then continue the conversation as if her husband had not just gotten up and set the phone lines on fire with his temper.
Nana might have grown up poor, but she had gentle southern manners that never failed, no matter what the situation, even when her husband got up and cursed like the devil during dinner after they had said grace and thanked God for their bounty, through Christ our Lord, amen.
Nana was a polite steel magnolia.
But the steel magnolia had a favorite saying when it was someone’s birthday that might have been outside of that polite realm. She would happily add candles to the birthday cake, counting them off as they were squished into the icing: One candle for health, one for wealth, one for happiness, and one for sex.
As most of you know, the original birthday candle saying is “one for health, wealth, happiness, and success.”
Somehow my sweet nana had missed that part and thought the wish was not for success but for sex.
When I was a teenager I remember her counting off my birthday candles as she dropped them into my cake, “Here, dear. One for health, wealth, happiness, and sex.”
This wish for sex, especially coming from my gracious nana, was pretty darn funny. As a gawky teenager with looks only a mother could love, I could only hope that one day I would have sex with a handsome man but it seemed like a remote impossibility at the time.
That my Nana wished for it for me seemed like a good omen. Maybe it would happen one day!
When I light candles on birthday cakes, I often laugh and think of my nana. It was a difficult life she led in so many ways, but she always kept her elegance, her manners, her integrity, and truly wished everyone only the best – health, wealth, happiness, and sex.
Wishing you the same.
Journaling My Very Best Friend
I use at least four or five journals per novel.
Within the white pages I write and scribble, daydream and draw, make lists and plans and tell myself to quit whining and start writing.
I’ll write down random, jumpy thoughts and things that make me laugh.
I’ll sketch out characters and plots and subplots and the most ridiculous things.
The more problems I’m having with a book, the more journals there are.
When I’m stuck in my writing and don’t know where to go, I journal.
When I’m grinding through a twisty scene that makes my cranium crazy or I don’t know how to make it funnier, sharper, more poignant or tearful, I journal.
When I don’t know who an elusive character is or if I should kill him off because he baffles me, I journal.
I’ll let my brain go and hope that something creative falls out of it that I can use in my book.
One thing I love doing is cutting out magazine/newspaper pictures that inspire me or relate to the plot I’m working on or are just flat out interesting.
These are a few photos from my first, of many, journals for my novel, My Very Best Friend. All the photos and pictures were inspiring in some way. Some ended up, in some form, in the book, others never did.
Happy reading, happy writing, happy day to you. And if you don’t journal, try it. You might like it.
Come Join Us On Saturday, April 16th
Writing a book? Do you like listening to authors talk and laugh about writing?
Come and join Karen Karbo, Ellen Urbani, Rene Denfeld and me as we talk about strong, flawed, wild, adorable, rebellious, opinionated, quiet, angry, smart, imperfect female characters at the book store, “Another Read Through,” in Portland, Oregon, this Saturday from 1:30 to 3:00. (Free, of course!)
After Each Draft, A Writer’s Voice Speaks Meanly
I edit all of my books 12 times total.
I edit each book AT LEAST eight times before I even dare to send it to my editor and agent.
By the time I’m done I’m mostly out of my own mind, muttering to myself, wandering around aimlessly, the house a wreck.
I thought you might be interested in the things I say to myself after my first draft and succeeding edits.
It’s not pretty.
Like I said, it’s not pretty.
A Writer’s Garden
Can you relate to all these recently bought flowers?
Do you have this problem?
The sun comes out and you don’t think about buying pretty new sandals or summer dresses, you think, “YES!!! I can’t wait to buy flowers and dig in the dirt!”
My addiction to gardening begins again….sigh….
Last Day. My Very Best Friend. $2.99 Kindle
Last day for a steal of a deal. $2.99 on Kindle. My Very Best Friend.
Here are a few hints about the story: Two best friends. One is a time travel romance writer living like a hermit on an island off the coast of Washington. She has no romance in her life. She gets the irony of that. The other best friend is missing. Set in Scotland. Mysterious disappearance of a priest. Man in a kilt. A special garden. A stone cottage. Crazy activities with a new group of friends including lingerie bike riding. Love.
The Last Time I Was Me: Her Condom Revenge
I am often asked how I get my ideas for my books.
Let me tell you about a marital spat that helped to launch my second novel, The Last Time I Was Me.
I have been married for 23 years to Innocent Husband. We have had many beautiful times, and many hard times, like all other couples on the planet Earth.
Many years ago we had a tiny fight. In bed. At night. Innocent Husband had the audacity to fall asleep.
I sat up, steaming.
When I was semi – done steaming, I started thinking about the book I was supposed to be writing. I was stuck. Stuck in a rut.
I started to scheme and plan as I glared at Innocent Husband, snoozing away.
And then…aha! I had it! I had a whopping, bopping idea.
I would have my main character, Jeanne Stewart, take creative revenge on her boyfriend when she finds out he’s cheating on her.
Jeanne’s revenge would involve a condom, an exacto knife, a hot glue gun, and peanut oil.
(Let me be clear: Innocent Husband was not cheating on me. That was not why we were having a spat. I have no idea what the spat was about now.
We have always had a known and firm rule in our marriage: If you cheat on me, Innocent Husband, you will be castrated. Now how would you like that? Always good to be upfront and honest in your marriage, me thinks.)
How did I get the part about the peanut oil for the story?
My husband is highly allergic to nuts.
When my husband later read that part in the The Last Time I Was Me about the nuts and condom did he pale slightly? Yes, I believe he did.
Poor man. That’ll teach him not to fall asleep after a spat.
Sometimes things work out in odd ways for strange writers…
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