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Sickly Smurf

nausea4Good grief, I have not been well for the last day or two. I wasn’t sure if it is food-poisoning or a virus, but lets just say there are some foods I may never be able to eat again.

I’ve always wondered how a person can tell if they have a virus or a form of the flu–so I asked the internet. I found a really good post on telling the difference here: Popsugar, posted by Jenny Sugar.  So, it looks like I have a flu bug. Today I am taking it easy, working in bed a bit, but sleeping mostly.

With that said, I have a family party at our house on Sunday. I should be fine by then — I’m lots better today. We do our family Christmas party in January because it takes a lot of stress off the kids, who are all young professionals, and have a lot of obligations during December.

christmas-gift-bagsNeedless to say, I have a kajillion grand-kid presents to bag up.  Tomorrow, maybe.

Thank God for gift bags and fancy tissue.

I think it may be my first annual deli-chicken party this year too.  I am vegan, but I am the only one, so I would have to fry a lot of chicken, and I really don’t feel like dealing with that.  I will make the mashed taters and gravy, but the chicken–my local store does a great deli-chicken.

I have been doing revisions and writing my little heart out–not so much today though.  Maybe later. I am working on connecting the threads in VOS, and getting the first section finished.

I found something interesting out on www.StumbleUpon.com .  I get some of the most interesting things off that site. Today it was the 23 most interesting images of 2013.  Such lovely photography.  I leave you with this image of the Perseid Meteor Shower, as seen in Wyoming.

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Monday, and the Room of Shame

Dragon_rearing_up_to_reach_medieval_knight_on_ledgeToday, my plans are as follows (in no particular order):

1. Clean the Room of Shame (my office)

2. bake bread

3. dust for cobwebs, and sweep the front  porch

4. organize kitchen a bit better (if Hell has frozen over)

5. prepare fabulous dinner for husband.

6. Connect two disparate threads in current work-in-progress.

Alas – most likely only 5 and 6 will happen.  The Room of Shame gets sort of dug out and reshuffled two times a year. The last time I cleaned it, there was still fur from our late cat in some of the corners. Yum Yum (rest her little soul) died in 2008.

800px-Southampton_Medieval_Merchants_House_kitchenI might get some baking done if I get to a stopping point on my story. I love to bake, and I love fresh bread, but I am the laziest woman these days.  I know that if I want to eat I must cook, but sometimes I just go with the Dave’s Killer Bread, rather than baking my own. Its vegan and good, but still home made is better.

Like writing, laundry is an ongoing process, so it doesn’t make it to a list. How do two old people make so much laundry? It’s insane. I don’t get it–I have the most modern of laundry doing appliances and still they don’t pick the clothes up and load themselves. Nor do they then fold and put the laundry away, as I think they should do. What’s up with that?  It’s very frustrating.

the way I work

Most likely I will remain in the room of shame, feet propped on filing cabinet, keyboard in lap, pecking away, writing fantasy tales about people who actually DO things. Perhaps Irene and I will go out for lunch. She’ll come by and pick me up and…

…but that means she’ll see the living room…

Oh-god–I have to clean the house. Gotta go!

And how do you intend to spend YOUR day?

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New Year, old stories

800px-Surrender_of_Lord_CornwallisI have been totally sidetracked this week by my ancestors. I have traced my family on my father’s side, the Johnson family (also called Johnston in some documents,) back to eight generations, to pre Revolutionary War Charles County Maryland, and a farm which later became a tobacco plantation.  The trail is halted there at this moment, but next week I will have a chance to look a bit further. It appears that the trail leads back to England.

The beginning so far: Samuel Johnson Sr., born in 1698-1699 married Mary Dement, and had 9 children, one of whom has recorded heirs. Seth Johnson, also sometimes written as Zeth Johnston, married twice. His son, Enos, by his first wife, Monica Burch, is my direct ancestor.

Both of my direct grandfathers, Seth and Enos, father and son, fought in the Revolutionary war, 1775–1783. They moved to Virginia and fought with the Virginia Line, and both survived to old age, long enough to receive pensions after having moved to Hawkins County, Tennessee. The Virginia Line was a formation within the Continental Army. The term “Virginia Line” referred to the quota of numbered infantry regiments assigned to Virginia at various times by the Continental Congress. These, together with similar contingents from the other twelve states, formed the Continental Line.

This journey into the history of my family has been challenging. It is a bit difficult to know what questions to ask the internet, but when I stumble on the right question, I get answers. My best sources have been Ancestry.Com and RootsWeb. I found the best information on Enos through a page detailing the early Johnson-Johnstons of Tennessee.

From Tennessee, my branch of Johnsons went to Kentucky, to a home on the Wolf River — Calvin and wife Abis (Roberts Miller) and their son Henry and his wife Martha (Wood).

From Kentucky, my thread of the family moved to Taney County, Missouri where they remained for three generations before coming to Olympia Washington. Henry’s youngest son, James Crouch Johnson was a well known doctor in Taney, and was my great-great-grandfather.

This has been an amazing journey into history for me. Many side quests have shown small insights into the personalities of my grandfathers and grandmothers. They were not always what I wanted them to be, but am I what they wanted me to be? Who knows–history is a book written by the victors, and the future is a river, filled with constantly changing currents. It would be easy to apply my values to them and dismiss the truth–that the accepted values and moral codes of society are constantly evolving.  My eight generations of grandparents were, for the most part, good and honorable people.

When I started looking into this, I had no intention of getting so involved. I wasn’t looking to know them as people, but I can’t separate the people from the history. Their last wills and testaments tell a great deal about them– to one son, Samuel Jr., Samuel Johnson Sr. left a shilling, and to another, John, he bequeathed an iron pot. His entire estate was divided between his children except for Samuel Jr., whom he slighted by giving only the one shilling.

The later generations show records of lawsuits regarding disputes over land. There are casual references to a second wife who was accused of fraud when she applied for a widow’s pension–this tells me these were human beings who each had a story.

I will most likely write their story, but I now know it will be several years in the making, as I have only scratched the surface. I will write it as I go, because I see this as a journal detailing my own journey into the past. I will be writing this in small spurts, as it is not for publication, but is for my family, for my sister and brother and for our children and grand-children.

8 generations of Johnsons for website

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2013 – Huh – Look at that!

472px-Judith_Leyster_Merry_TrioThe WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog, which I looked at and said “Huh. Look at that.”  Though it didn’t really tell me a lot, it was interesting and I loved the shiny picture (at the bottom of this page.)

But it got me to thinking about the year and what my personal favorite posts were. In looking back, I realize my favorite posts are not the ones that detailed my personal life, but are the posts dealing with the craft of writing. Still, the things we struggle with on a personal level are the things that form us as writers–me more than anyone, perhaps. They seem to have been the more popular posts, which surprises me.

For me, the year started out with a round of bad health, and in an effort to turn it around, I became vegan.

Vegans and Version Control posted 04 January 2013

That worked to a certain extent, and now a year later, I am still a Reluctant Vegan. I don’t miss meat, as it has never been that important to me, but boy do I miss the cheese. (sigh.)

MSClipArt MP900390083.JPG RF PDEpilepsy. A scary plunge into the unknown if ever there was one.  The  ‘e’ word  appeared 24 February 2013. I have two children who developed seizure disorders as adults, and they have each handled this frightening change in their lives differently. My daughter handles it the way she does everything–she accepts she has it, takes the medicine, and goes on with her life. Other than the first one she suffered which put her in the hospital with broken bones in her face, her seizures have been milder than my son’s. His seizures, when he has them, are severe, and he has been hospitalized three times this year. Each time, it was because he had not accepted his condition and was not obeying dr.’s orders. I am pleased to report that has changed. Sadly he is unable to drive until February 2014–but with the positive way his treatment is going it looks like he will be cleared to drive at that time. In the year since I wrote ‘The e-word‘ he has made a complete turnaround and is fully committed to managing his disease.

Train_wreck_at_Montparnasse_1895Hard on the heels of that major change was the acknowledgement of my dysfunctional family, and dealing with loved ones who suffer from crippling addictions. That was my emotionally draining post, Trains that Go Bump in the Night, posted 25 March 2013. That situation has also seen a major turnaround, with some really positive results. There is still a lot of pain, but the low point seemed to get my brother’s attention too. He is back on track, and with his jail time behind him and a good attitude. He is working a good recovery program, with an honest desire to be truly happy.  He is doing well, and while our relationship has been forever changed by this terrible ordeal, we have mended some fences between us. I was deeply touched to discover through all of this just how many people have lost loved ones to this terrible addiction, and even more importantly, how many have regained some sort of normalcy.

If there is a Hell, Meth is the devil.

But the positive side of all of this is that because I am unable to really face the reality of my crazy existence, I managed to complete the first draft of Mountains of the Moon. YAY!!!  The End Is Nigh, posted 28 March 2013 detailed the strange reluctance I felt to actually  finish the book and let go of my characters. It was hard, but now the book has made it through the second draft and is in the hands of the beta readers.

Due to bad health, I spent many hours on Facebook, killing time when I should have been writing. Face book–A Squirrel Ran Through It posted on 6 June 2013.

BIF Blog Print ScreenThanks to having surgery and being sicker than a dog for the entire summer, I also read a lot of books and blogged about them on Best in Fantasy, my weekly book review blog.  I thank God for all the amazing and wonderful writers out there who fire my imagination and keep me plugging away at this craft. Someday I hope to have written a tale that is considered a “Best in Fantasy” tale–it is something to aspire to and work towards.

Over the course of the year I wrote many technical pieces, on everything from how to format your ms for print, to how to create a clickable table of contents for your e-book, to how to effectively use WORD, and how to–>oh, dear…Grandma’s sort of a know-it-all and she’s not afraid to tell you about it. Are you listening? There will be a test.

I published a novella, Tales from the Dreamtime, a small book of three short-stories which I think is some of my best work to date, short pieces though they are. I also had two short stories published in a children’s anthology, Christmas O’Clock. I was privileged to be included with some high-powered authors like Shaun Allan and Alison DeLuca, along with Irene Roth Luvaul, Mary K. Mitchell, and Nicole Antonia Carro. That is some heady company!

My Coffee Cup © cjjasp 2013All in all, 2013 was a good year, with the misery being more than balanced by the joys. My suspicion is that people who don’t know what it is like to suffer don’t appreciate the true beauty of life.

It has been a hard year, true, but through it all I had the joy of grandchildren, the love of my husband, the support of my dear friends and the beauty of art and music to surround me. I have rediscovered my gratitude — both for the bounty I enjoy, and the people I am privileged to share my life with.

May your new year bring you joy and prosperity and the ability to appreciate them. May you have the good health to enjoy them, and may your imaginary friends never stop talking to you!

 

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What the label says

Parisfal - Creator - Hermann Hendrich PD-Art Wikimedia CommonsDuring the Christmas hiatus I’ve been revisiting the manuscript of Mountains of the Moon, tightening it up. I will be sending it to my Beta readers soon, preparatory to the final edit. In the meantime I have still been searching for cover art – my head has an idea of what it needs to be, and I haven’t found it yet, nor have I created the right blurb, although I’m getting close–we want a short, intriguing, sell-the-book sort of blurb.

Huw The Bard progresses slowly–some things just can’t be rushed. I had hoped to have him ready this spring, but that may not happen. The cover is ready, the blurb is ready, but editing is going more slowly than I had anticipated. That is one area I will not rush, so it will go on the back burner for a while. I still plan to enter Huw in the ABNA Contest this year, if and when it is announced, in the genre of Fantasy, as I hope it will be ready to go by then. Nothing is sure or certain in this business, however.

DobrynaThe editing of Julian Lackland is progressing at a good rate–he may be ready for publication before Huw. His cover and blurb are also finished, as is his book trailer. Huw still needs a proper trailer, but we are rolling toward victory!

In the meantime, I am still writing Valley of Sorrows, and it is going really well.  All the threads in my mind are coming together well on paper. That may be a finished novel yet!

One thing that is a bit difficult is trying to decide what genre my work falls under and what labels will get my books to the people who most want the sort of tales I write.  Huw the Bard and Julian Lackland are Historical Fantasies, but there is no genre to cover that! The Tower of Bones series is Epic Fantasy, or so I think, so that is easy (?).

But I’ve never had any luck with my labels.

And labeling is critical–many people won’t look at work that is not in their favorite genre, so they may not stumble upon a work they might enjoy. Conversely, if it is mislabeled, a reader might buy it, find it is not their cup of tea, and write a stinker of a review, based on the fact it is really not at all a historical mystery and what was the author thinking anyway?

So this is my goal for this coming year year: Write good books, label them properly, and perhaps sell a few.

Quaglio_KipfenbergI’ve learned many amazing things about this craft over the last year, things I never knew I had a knack for.  I  sourced the art and designed my own covers for two books, and  Alison DeLuca (our fearless leader at Myrddin Publishing Group) says they will be good covers when the books go to press.  I have helped several authors get their work ready for publication and I managed to make it through another NaNoWriMo as a Municipal Liaison unscathed.

A new year looms, bright and shiny. My ambition is to get the hang of the trickier parts of the marketing of my work–properly labeling it, and making it available to prospective readers. After all, if they can’t find it, they can’t read it!

I hope your Christmas was a warm and cozy thing with good food and family that puts the fun in dysfuntional. I hope the new year brings you everything you need, and some of what you want. I wish you long life and happiness, and the wisdom to appreciate it!

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The long and winding road

map quest to Grand Marais MinnesotaI love road trips. One of the best road trips I ever went on was with my husband, Greg. We drove to Grand Marais, Minnesota for his 94 year-old grandmother’s funeral — 1830.01 miles each way —  3 full, 12-hour days on the road from Olympia, Washington, and another three days for the trip back home.

The first night out, we stayed in Bozeman, Montana. We didn’t have a lot of time for sight-seeing, but we did stop in the Badlands on the western border between North Dakota and Montana, as there is an amazing and dangerous feeling to the landscape, and we shot a lot of pictures on the cheap digital camera we bought when we realized we had left the good one at home. (More on how that turned out later).

Theodore_Roosevelt_National_ParkOf course, the Badlands  were created by the Yellowstone Supervolcano, but at the time I didn’t know that. The second night we stayed in Bismark North Dakota. On the third afternoon, we checked into our hotel and met up with Greg’s sister, Eileen.We tootled around town, and had a great time.  The funeral was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. the next day.

We ate the free breakfast at the Best Western, and to kill time until the funeral, we hiked around the shore of Lake Superior all morning. It was the second week of May, and there was still snow in the shady places. We had a great time, trying to keep our then twelve-year-old nephew, Sam-the-dare-devil, from falling into Lake Superior and drowning.

churchAfter a leisurely lunch, we walked up to Bethlehem Lutheran Church where the service was scheduled.  The church there is the same as any other Lutheran church in America–from the inside it looks like an upside-down viking-longship and the comparison is intentional, a traditional style of architecture in ELCA Lutheran Churches. It’s a comforting place with an air of Lutheran prosperity but not too ornate.

Yes, it was comforting—but empty.

Really, really empty.

Apparently the funeral actually took place at 10:00 a.m., and the email we Pacific Northwesterners had all received had teensy little typo–just one small digit. 1:00 or 10:00 not really that large a mistake when you look at it, but it’s quantum physics we’re talking here. Just one teensy atom, more or less, changes everything.

800px-Old_headstonesIt was quite upsetting, but how can you be angry at an 85 year old lady who very kindly tried to notify you a loved one had passed on? She had done her best to let us know, and we should have checked in with the church when we arrived in town. We missed seeing the cousins from South Dakota by two hours–but we now have their phone numbers, just in case they ever want to do a road trip with us.

The irony of having driven  well over 1800 miles to accidentally blow-off a loved-one’s funeral was not lost on us. It’s a good thing that sort of thing doesn’t happen in books.

“Wait–where’s the rest of the story? You were supposed to meet the Evil Minion of the Bull God! What do you mean your prophets got the time wrong and you missed him by three hours, so oh, well, sorry…!”

So about all the lovely pictures we shot on the way to and from Grand Marais – The little thing didn’t have a viewing window, so we had no idea what our photos looked like. Also, apparently the capacity for storing images on the cheepo camera was 20 shots – anything over that deletes the previous ones.  All we had to show for our trip was 20 wonderful shots of our nephew Paul’s high-school graduation, which we had made it home in time to attend.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to tell who was in the photos, or what they were actually depicting, so I found this image on the City College of San Francisco website, which I think totally commemorates the experience.

graduation

 

 

 

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Many’s the Fool

Heart of Neveyah relief 3-4-2013 001I’ve been working full speed on fleshing out the fourth book set in the World of Neveyah. It is the third and final book in the Tower of Bones series.

One of the things I’ve learned as I’ve progressed as a writer is to cut the backstory into manageable chunks. I, as the author, am totally into the backstory, but you as a reader may not be. In my previous work, my readers have to slog through a long lead-in before the real action begins. With each successive book, that lead-in has become shorter.

In order to avoid this tendency, I have been working to an outline. Because I have the final half of the book nearly complete, all I am working on is the first half of the book. I have given myself a strict number of pages to accomplish all of this in, which means it is forced to be all action, with the backstory slipped in incidentally.

Mal Evol relief 3-4-2013 001The first half of VOS happens concurrently with Forbidden Road, and some of the incidents from that tale are viewed through the eyes of those left at home.  This book must detail what happened at home and wrap up Forbidden Road. I want it to be a stand-alone book, and it can’t  give away the core of Forbidden Road. Thus, it can only reference what the characters know of the incidents that occurred in Mal Evol as they affect this tale.

Fleshing out this tale is requiring a lot of incidental backstory for me, 90% of which will not make it into the book, but which serves to cement characters and how they act and react in a given situation.  Hence, the outline:

First 1/4 chapters must address:

  1. The redemption of John Farmer
  2. The arrival of bad news and Dane Bransson’s descent into depression and anger
  3. The premature delivery and death of the baby.
  4. Marya’s descent into madness
  5. John and Garran journey to Braden

Second ¼ chapters must address:

  1. Building the wall
  2. Zan’s concerns re: setting the truth geas on Christoph
  3. The resettlement of Braden to Aeoven and other areas,
  4. Attack by the Hounds of Tauron
  5. Completing the Wall
  6. Arlen and the road to High Point Camp/ Jaxon
  7. Edwin’s anxieties
  8. Friedr’s worries re: his disfigurement and how Aeolyn will see him
  9. Lourdan’s Remaking

map of Neveyah relief 3-4-2013 001This is the first half of the book and must be complete at the 50% mark. By giving myself this road map, I am not completely nailed down creatively, nor am I completely winging it. I am forcing myself to stick to the meat of the matter and be sparing with the fluff.

I have set an arbitrary length for the book, and the second half was dealt with the same way. I actually wrote the second half first during NaNoWriMo 2012, because it picks up where Forbidden Road Leaves off and I was in the zone.

Writing the character of John Farmer has been fun. I’ve written a kajillion anecdotal stories for him as a novice and a young journeyman that won’t make it into VOS, but which will possibly be used at a later date in a volume of short stories. By virtue of having these tales, I know who John is. I know what makes him tick, and, most importantly, why he is who he is.

AnneMcCaffrey_DragonflightBoth Agatha Christie and Anne McCaffrey were geniuses at conveying that sense of history with an economy of words. When I think of each character in the compelling books written by these women, the characters I loved and who stuck with me most had a sense of history. The author knew them, even the most minor of characters.  HOW they knew their characters, what their style of writing was, I don’t know, but me — I make a little personnel file for each.

In this post I have just been talking about the fourth book, but I hope to publish the third book set in Neveyah, Mountains of the Moon, by summer. It’s hard to say if it will be through the editing process by then.  I will never rush to publish anything ever again, knowing what I know now about this business.

Some indies have this idea that they have to get it published NOW, regardless of whether an editor has told them it is not ready, and this is bad. Plot holes, threads to nowhere, these are bad, even if you are intending a second book in that series. Even worse is the nearly overwhelming urge to just add a bit to the tale before you click the publish button.  Has anyone else seen what you wrote? How do you know that what you think you wrote is what you really did write? And did you make your revisions by hand, or were you using Dragon? ALWAYS key your revisions by hand if you are physically able.

As an editor, I have seen some interesting manuscripts written using Dragon Naturally Speaking Software.  Words that are technically correct but make no sense until the editor realizes the words actually rhyme with the intended word…you see where this is going.  

Many’s the fool who rushed to publish and rued it later. I was one of those with my first book, but just like many other firsts, I learned a great deal from that experience. Thus I use the map, the calendar and the editor – the three most important parts of any tale.

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Negotiating the SpaceTime Continuum

Eternal_clockKeeping it all straight sometimes requires a good calendar. But what if, when first you wrote the first two books, you created a world in which the calendar was a lunar thing?  Not only that, but you went all astrological when you named the months, and Norse God when you named the days? And to top it off, a small portion of the third book follows events that took place parallel to events in the second book…and your protagonist must rendezvous with the protagonists of the other book on a certain day so they can complete the … … …. *DOH*

Talk about a walk through the space-time continuum–this would be it. In my current work in progress I realized I would need to keep things organized if I wanted to make sense, and not accidentally contradict myself.

In cosmology, the concept of space-time combines space and time to a single abstract universe. Apparently we all move through this, and time either passes us, or we pass time. It’s all relative (Einstein humor) to how fast you are going and a lot of sub-atomic particle stuff I can’t really take the time to explain here.

But if we make a picture of that abstract concept  our tiny human brains can grasp it. We call that picture a ‘calendar,’ which makes it all rather simple. My characters will progress through their space-time continuum at a rate I can comprehend, because I am their appointment secretary, and I am in charge of their calendar.

I am a retired bookkeeper, so I use the spreadsheet program called Excel to do things like that, but anyone can draw a calendar.

Full CalendarTime and Calendar of Neveyah

Each year consist of 365 days, and is divided into four seasons: Winter, Spring, Summer, and Harvest. The last month of the year is Holy Month.

Each season consists of three months, making twelve months that equal 28 days each, plus a Holy Month. Autumn and Winter are separated by the ‘Holy Month” of 29 days. The Holy Month is called Solstice and the actual winter solstice falls on the first day of the month following, or the first day of Caprica.  This is a month that is sacred to the Goddess Aeos, Goddess of Harvest, Hearth and Home.  It is a time when people travel to visit family, and simply take time off for a small vacation, often taking two weeks to do it.  On the last night of the Solstice Month each family holds a ritual feast in their home, a feast of thanks-giving and prayers for the New Year. Every four years an extra day is added to Solstice and that day is a festival day all across Neveyah. That year is called a Long Year though it is really only one day longer.

The months are as follows:

Caprica, Aquas, Piscus,   (Winter) Begins on actual day of Winter Solstice

Arese, Taura, Geminis     (Spring)

Lunne, Leonid, Virga          (Summer)

Libre, Scorpius, Saggitus (Harvest)

Holy Month (Has no season, but would be winter)

Days of the Week:

1. Sunnaday – Minimal business is conducted; each family’s tasks for the Temple as a whole are completed, such as chopping firewood, quilting, making clothes, and preserving food. The members of the temple clergy assemble in work gangs to accomplish these tasks from which they all benefit.

Calendar Capricas 3262 Neveyah2. Lunaday

3. Tyrsday

4. Odensday

5. Torsday

6. Frosday

7. Restday – no business is conducted, and only minimal work is done on farms and other places where some work must be done seven days a week. This is a day for people to spend with their families or to pursue their personal interests.

Prague-Astronomical_clock-Clock-Old_Town_Prague-Prague_Astronomical_Clock-originalI am a good secretary–my calendar is is adjustable. If I find something doesn’t work in the time-span I am writing it for, I can adjust accordingly.  Book three is the only book in which the dates are important, but I have to be conscious of the fact that they are important, and try not to screw it up.

Now if I could only keep my own calendar straight…I know I had something planned for today…but what? Apparently I forgot to put it on my Google calendar.

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Thursday, thy name is dysfunction

landscaping 2010I have a construction site not far down the alley from my back yard, where the evergreen trees in this picture are, actually. Sadly, the trees are no more–an apartment complex is going up, with stores on the ground floor. This is good use of the land, and I am all for high-density planning in cities and towns, but the dulcet sounds of machinery and metal against rock and hard-pan in this glacial valley are not conducive to writing, unless I happen to be writing a war.  In this photo you can see the boulders that the landscaping lads pried out of our yard when they put in the sprinkler system three years ago.

Hopefully the contractors up the way will be done digging through the boulders left behind by the last ice age to make the foundations of that behemoth of a building soon. Hammers and air guns I can take, but the constant banging and pounding of heavy machinery chipping away at the glacial till is distracting. Once I get the music playing it helps.

800px-MIMA_MOUNDSI live in a strange part of the world geologically, speaking. We have been shaped by fire, ice and earthquakes.  Just down the road from my house are the Mima Mounds, low, flattened, circular to oval, dome-like, natural mounds that are composed of loose, unstratified, often gravelly sediment. These mounds range in diameter from 3 to more than 50 m; in height 30 cm to greater than 2 m; and in density from several to greater than 50 mounds per hectare, at times forming conspicuous natural patterns. Many people thought they were Native burial mounds, but they are just strange rock and gravel formations.

We also have Ramtha just down the road, but that is a whole different sort of natural phenomenon. Apparently we have ley-lines running beneath our soil out here in rural Thurston County. Who knew! (Spiritual tourism is big business out here. Bring your money!)

120621_rainier_lenticular courtesy KOMO news Tim ThompsonAnyway, this whole area is in the shadow of the biggest thing on the west coast–Mount Rainier.

That’s a pretty awesome sight, looming at the end of my street, just saying.

So my neighborhood was formed by mountains of ice and rivers of fire–and thanks to the machinery bashing their way through the rock here, I’m still not getting any writing done.

I wonder what’s on YouTube?

OOHH!!! Eric Whitacre’s Fly to Paradise!  (I’m sure they mean the Paradise on Mt. Rainier so it’s in keeping with my theme today!)

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Unnatural Disaster

maryjanesWe live in a rather rainy part of the world, and the path to our front door is muddy.  We have not yet traded our builder-grade beige carpet for hardwood, so we remove our shoes when we come in.  A shoe rack stands just inside the door, and for a home with only two people, the rack is quite full.

Yesterday we had an unnatural disaster when the shoe rack collapsed –apparently under the weight of the shoes.

This is strange, in a way. When I grew up, I only ever had two pairs of shoes at a time. One was the traditional saddle-shoe all schoolgirls of my generation wore, and the other was for church–black Mary Janes, perhaps with a bow on the toe, but most likely not. My mother didn’t waste money on things that were

a. fads or

b. likely to fall apart.

alfred-eisenstaedt-college-coed-sporting-ubiquitous-saddle-shoes from Life MagazineWe were an average middle-class family, and it was a sign of our wealth that I had two pairs of shoes. In the summer we would have cheap white or navy blue canvas shoes to play in, as we had outgrown our saddle-shoes by the end of the school year, and mother would wait until the week before school to buy us our next pair.

We couldn’t really go barefoot, as we lived in a rural area where tetanus was still an issue, and even though we had been vaccinated against it, our parents had grown up during the Great Depression and still worried.

navy bellbottomsSo, the minute I graduated from high-school and went out into the world, what is the first thing I did?  My sister and I rode the Greyhound to Seattle and went to the navy surplus store where we bought two pairs of woolen navy bell-bottom trousers with the double-buttons down the front and the lace-up back.

They were very hip and were the envy of our friends.

waffle stompersMy sister and I shared most of our clothes, but she had a better sense of style than I did, so when she said we had to go navy, I went.  We also bought navy pea-coats. While we were there, I bought a pair of Waffle-Stompers, leather hiking boots with rugged soles. I was pretty naive, a total country-girl. There were so many stores with hundreds of shoes, most of which I could afford on my salary as a babysitter–in Olympia the selection was rather limited so Seattle was the place to go.

Somehow, once I bought that pair of hiking boots, I was unable to walk past a shoe display without jonesing like a junkie. If I didn’t get a new pair of shoes when I wanted them, I would feel quite deprived. Soon I had red shoes, blue shoes, tall shoes, flat shoes. Shoes for walking, shoes for sitting and everything in between.

flip flpsShoes were crack–and I was addicted.  How could such a thing happen? It made no sense to me, and when I had my first child, I was suddenly financially unable to support my habit. Suddenly I was back to having one or two pairs of shoes and feeling quite lucky to have them.   For the next fifteen years, I had only three pairs of shoes at most. One pair was for work, one was a dusty pair of black pumps for dress (hardly ever worn) and the third pair was flip-flops.

So what happened that I should once again have gained so many shoes that my shoe rack would collapse under the strain? I gained weight, I lost weight. I worked in an office and had to wear dress-shoes, then I was retired and needed comfy shoes. Somehow the shoes landed on the rack and never left. The rack became a repository for abandoned shoes.

Both my husband and I  really only wear three pairs each and one pair is flip-flops. So today is weed-out-the-fluff day, and many shoes will go to shoe heaven.

But not this pair… or this pair…and this is my favorite pair…and not these–I can’t throw these away because I might wear them….

red shoes

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