The glamor in my life continues.
This is me after I finished using a pressure washer on our trellis.
As you can see I am wearing dirt for make up. But AT LEAST the patio is clean, and my flowers are planted, helping to make my garden pretty and peaceful for writing books.
Dirt is good for you, just try not to eat it.
Warning: You may not like me by the end of this article.
I am asked all the time where I get my ideas for my books.
I think it’s an excellent question.
I get ideas everywhere. My quirky childhood. History. A gold and pink sunset on the Oregon coast. Clucky chickens. Pecan pies and whip cream.
Lies.
Revenge.
Vindictiveness.
It is probably not a smart idea to say that I have a slight vengeful side to my nature, as that is not attractive, but I am too old not to be truthful, and to know myself, and I admit it.
Not proud of it, but there it is: I have a vengeful bone in my body.
Probably just one. A small one. A mostly useless bone. Perhaps in my jaw or eye socket.
But when people really tick me off there is a likelihood that the obnoxious, condescending, dismissive, or judgmental PART of their personality is going to unceremoniously land in a character in one of my books.
That person will not, as a whole person, or even half a person, be in my book. My characters come completely out of my free-roaming imagination.
But that prickly, nauseating, dislikable PART will be in one of my characters.
I did this very thing in one of my last few books, the title of which shall mysteriously go unnamed.
A peculiar, sanctimonious sap of a woman lied about me. She should not have done that. The lie had a painful impact on my life.
I have envisioned her being slightly trampled by a shrieking ostrich. I cannot wish more upon her than that because I am not a mean sort of person who wishes ill on anyone.
God, Karma, a conscience that can spring to guilt in a mini-second, and my late mother’s sweet voice unfortunately gets in my way of truly cursing someone.
But I can write about that PART of her. The lying part.
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I am writing a Substack column titled “Vindictiveness.”
As you can see, my advisor is with me. Unfortunately I made the mistake of touching one of my advisor’s paws. So he bit me. Advisors shouldn’t bite. It’s not polite.
I informed my advisor of this but he seemed unmoved and gave me this cold look. He’s a rescue and still working on his manners. Ironically, the biting actually goes along quite well with my column.
Perhaps my advisor was feeling vindictive. Have a nice day.
Well I have my edits back for my 2025 Christmas book.
I think I may need to get out a little Christmas tree and play Christmas music to get in the writing mood. I suppose Christmas in February works.
Sort of. A little…
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’m sick so I’ll be celebrating Valentine’s Day by watching some really ridiculous reality TV with Innocent Husband and the bad cats. Hopefully he will remember to buy me a little cake.
I’ll tell him now not to forget, just to be sure…
Happy Valentine’s Day!
If you need a little literary love, light, and laughter in your life, you might try these books.
(Yes, I really tried hard to add the alliteration here. It’s not very good. But, it’s after midnight, and this is the time when I am easily, and oddly, entertained by sentence structure and word choice. It is clearly time for me to go to bed.)
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