I finally finished writing book 6 of the Tumbling Green series.  It took some doing since it had been giving me trouble.  I couldn’t get past a huge writer’s block until a couple of days ago.  I finished writing it this morning.

I am writing book 7 of the series, this will be the last book.  I have plans to write another series with the last child in the lineup.

I am currently knitting a glove for myself.  It is coming back to me on how to knit them.  Mittens are easy, I have done many pairs.  Gloves are another story.

So, my first glove is kind of wonky looking but, I don’t care, they will be warm, that is all that matters.  As one quilter said, “Only God is perfect, leave your mistakes in.”, I think this quote is wonderful.  Besides which, only the person who made them will know they aren’t perfect.  We are our own worst critics.

We celebrated a nice Christmas yesterday.  Hopefully, everyone had a nice Christmas.

I am hoping 2018 will be a much better year for us all.

Happy New Year to each and everyone of you.


The Amazing Things that Shape Us

Today at lunch my husband suggested that I write on my blog about the many things of interest that have happened to me over the years.  I didn’t realize that someone else would find them interesting.

My parents had always stated to honk when seeing a flock of turkey vultures chowing on a meal on the side of the road, we call them buzzards around here, anyway.  They always said to honk because if when scared things would happen.  They weren’t lying.  I have this innate sense of purpose when I see a flock of buzzards chowing on a carcass in the middle of the road, on the side of the road, etc.  I honk.

Well, apparently, not all parents have this knowledge and have never shared this with their children.

Case in point, one day I was driving down the road minding my own business, when what do I see?  Yep, you guessed it, a flock of buzzards working on a particularly large carcass on the side of the road, the Jeep convertible, a Wrangler, I think, didn’t honk, it was full of teenagers, and they were chatting, or doing whatever they were doing, just not honking.  They scared one of the buzzards and as my mouth dropped open in the O position, I knew in that precise moment why my parents had said to honk.  This big bird, scared out of it’s little mind, dropped it’s load of copious amounts of bird poo all over this group of teenagers, his foot hit their windshield edge at the top and that little instance of contact started a chain of events which caused me to stop and stare.  I admit it, I didn’t want any part of that situation. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the smell of being covered in poo, not to mention, it being buzzard poo.

The Jeep full of teenagers, swerved, this way and that, as they panicked.  I stared in wonder at the horrors before me and realized my parents had saved me from that horrible fate by teaching me to honk at the big birds.  Everyone else on the road behind me, never honked, they stopped next to and behind me as we all watched a Jeep full of teenagers swerving across two lanes of traffic, hit the median and come to a full and complete stop on the median.  They all stared at one another in  horror.

I admit, it struck me as funny, and I started laughing because it was absolutely hilarious to see.  This Jeep swerving ahead of me, teenagers covered in stinking bird poo, all because they didn’t know to honk.

As I drove past, I honked my horn at the birds who had gone back to chowing on their carcass, and those kids looked at me, when they saw the birds fly off from me honking my horn.  I could see the amazement in their eyes at this one simple gesture.

I bet they all honk at those birds from that day forward, when they see them.


For Once No Socks on my Needles

I am not knitting at the moment.  My right hand is shot.  I am taking a break from a marathon session of professional knitting.  I finished all but one pair of socks from the annual sock list.  The last pair can wait.

I am writing on book 6 once again and it took an unexpected turn.  I just find it amazing how this happens.  I was writing along and boom, it happened.  I had to stop and think about what was going on.  Last night, before bed, it came to me.  I was going to write the next pages but, my computer had to update.  I hate waiting.  I have no patience whatsoever, that is why I took up knitting, it is my exercise in patience.

That opened up a whole new can of worms for me.  I found a love of yarn, particularly sock yarn.  So, I decided to paint sock yarns and fiber to spin into sock yarn.  That was my old job, now my new job, and passion is writing.  Regency romances for now and as luck would have it, I dream about writing.

I had to get up the other day and write down what I had dreamt, it promises to be a really good series.  So, that makes about 3 or 4 series I will be writing after I finish my Tumbling Green series.  Who knew at the age of 47 I would finally find my niche?  It has taken me almost 30 years to figure this all out.

I have been able to write for years but, I didn’t have the life experience behind me to write really well.  I think, with age, my writing has become what it is.  I hope you, the reader, enjoy it and can lose yourself in my book(s).

I find myself laughing and crying with my characters as I write their stories.  Some of the time, I find myself giggling and other times, I am quite miffed at the stupidity that happens but, it is part of my characters’ stories.

I often find myself asking, why would he do that, or why would she do that?  Well, they do that because they have their own foibles.  It is all part and parcel of my stories.

In other news, I will be baking kolaches this weekend with two of my sisters.  I think it is going to be a tradition for us.  We get together, pool our resources and bake my Czech Moravian grandmother’s recipe of kolaches.  The recipe isn’t complete, it involves experience of baking to make the pastries.  My parents made sure that we all knew how to make them.  The recipe is very labor intensive.

My grandma’s sugar cookie recipe is so huge that it takes a 5 pound bag of flour to be able to roll them out and cut them.  I haven’t made it in years.  It feeds a crowd of people.

We have been trying to teach the younger generation how to play 42 in dominoes.  It has been very trying with my youngest niece, she isn’t interested in the game, which is a shame since my Aunt Cecily taught me and my sisters, and several nieces how to play the game.  She would cuss in Czech when we didn’t do something she didn’t like.  She and my Aunts would tell each other dirty jokes in Czech and then laugh and laugh.  When we were old enough to understand their dirty jokes, it would lose something in the translation and we would all stare at them like they were off.

We have a rich history in my family and I am trying to pass this knowledge as much as I can since I am the youngest in my family.  I have been trying to get some of my younger nieces involved with family tradition and I guess being in their 20’s they don’t realize how important it is to keep the traditions alive.  They also don’t realize that family is everything.  Family has your back when no one else does.

I have found that statement to be very true lately.  On the weekends, we have been trying to help my oldest sister get her home finished.  My oldest niece was injured in a life changing accident and now, we as a family, have been trying to help fix the house so, it will accommodate my oldest niece’s wheelchair.  It is a long drawn out process and it is crazy hard to deal with at times.  At least, she has a positive attitude.  I am hoping that and we are all praying she will be able to walk, again.  The doctors have informed her it can take anywhere from 6 months to a year before the swelling goes down.  Spinal cord injuries are not diagnosed like other injuries.

I find when I am writing that I imagine some of the strange conversations I have had with my sisters and the back and forth bickering, laughing, joking, serious talks, come out in my writing.

Being the youngest of 8 kids has its perks and sometimes, it is a big pain in the butt.  One sister can’t seem to get past that I am not 7 years old, anymore.  I think when I handed her my business card with my first published book on it, she realized, hey, she isn’t that little girl she used to know.  The little girl grew up and now she writes romances.

I am in the process of getting out Christmas cards and well, I ran out of stamps.  I went to the local postal place, they are out of stamps.  I guess everyone is trying to get their Christmas cards out, too.  I refuse to head to the post office, it is a pain in the butt to go down there and fight the crowds.  If I don’t have to go, then I am not going to go.

Now, back to writing book 6.  I wanted to update this blog before I get involved in the book.  I am still here, I just haven’t had much time to sit down and write.