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On my refrigerator I have a sign that says “Gratitude, Seeing, Blessing.” I use it to remind me every morning that gratitude must be practiced daily. The reason I have it there is that I forget to thank the people and beings in my life for their forbearance of my actions.
It is hard to ask for forgiveness and it is even harder to give forgiveness. So I practice gratitude instead.
One of the beings that I am grateful for is my dog, Foxy. She has the patience of a saint when it comes to my writing. She will let me sit here, while I pound on the keys for hours before she decides it is “walk-time” or “food-time.” I learn what “being in the present” means. I tend to push toward my next goal. I am future oriented. Before my illnesses, I would finish one task and jump right into another one. It was finishing that was more important to me than the journey.
With Foxy, I am learning about the journey. Also I had to get sick so that I could slow down. Apparently the only way to make me smell the roses is to send me to the hospital a few times.
I have been pushing myself to get the 50,000 words done for Nanowrimo. This is my old self pushing to the front. If I would stick to my 1,000 words a day, and then do the things I need to do to keep healthy, I would not have these little physical breakdowns.
The fire alarms in the middle of the night didn’t help me to get the rest I needed. It was interesting that when I started to go wild on my writing, I would have one of these events. It would throw me out of my writing and give me a headache from hell.
Also I am experimenting with new medications for my high blood pressure. Just a note, my hbp is caused by my kidney disease, which is a side effect of my Wegener’s Granulomatosis. The WG is under control, but it left a lot of damage to my kidneys. Eventually I may need dialysis. For now, I have been able to keep my kidney function stable with diet, exercise, and medications. There is not much else I can effect in that area.
I use niacin to help keep my blood pressure under control. Part of the symptoms of long-term WG is that the veins become unresponsive. The niacin helps the veins to dilate. This makes my headaches less painful. Flushing is a symptom I can live with. It is nothing compared to the pain I have had when my kidneys quit working.
So I am grateful to be able to walk and talk. There have been times when I was in so much pain due to anemia that I couldn’t walk. I did say I was a miracle walking. I am grateful that I can walk and talk under these circumstances. Even better I am grateful that I can write in full sentences. Also that I can write so that others can comprehend what I am saying. It is a miracle.
So I am humbly learning that it is better for me to write daily than to rush the writing. Maybe some day I’ll be able to write 2,000 words a day without a physical breakdown and that I can do other things to keep myself balanced.
Seeing is one of the harder things for me to practice. This is to see someone as they are now and imagine them as they would be in the future. This changes your view of someone. I also find that I learn to appreciate that person better when I see them through time. It is hard.
It can also be use for looking backwards. To see the child you were and then tell them that things will get better because here you are… in the future.
Blessing means to bless everything around you. We normally just bless our food or ask for blessings. But we have in our power the ability to bless others around us.
One morning I was practicing gratitude and I thanked the sun, the trees, the grass, and the wind. I thanked Foxy, the birds, and the rabbits. Then my thinking switched. After thanking them, I blessed them. It was a totally different feeling. I felt myself expand in my heart.
Since I am a fantasy writer, I do have a fascination for magic. I have wondered sometimes why we don’t see magic in our reality like the kind I and others write about in books and novels. But, I now know our magic is subtle. When we connect through gratitude and blessing, we are doing magic through this connection.
We can bless others and ourselves just by our thoughts.
So thank you and bless you for reading these words.
This morning my toes were so cold that I put on fuzzy socks. It’s fall in Las Vegas and the temperatures are five to ten degrees warmer than normal. I’m still keeping my bedroom window open for the fresh air. The dog cuddles under the blanket. I’m not sure if the reason I am warm is because of the thyroid medication or because of the warm weather.
I still haven’t turned on the heater although I may shut the window. I not only feel like I am in the middle of fall and winter, but I also feel like my health is between crises. I saw my doctor yesterday for a follow-up on my lungs after my pneumonia scare this summer. She admitted that I do have asthma. She wants to adjust my high blood pressure medication to see if it will change my breathing patterns. Apparently metoprolol, my current high blood pressure medication, can suppress my lung function.
As I told her, I feel good. I can walk and get out of bed. I keep up with the dog, who likes to run when we walk around the apartment complex. I do feel tired.
But the main thing is that I am still writing.
My novella, Diamond Butterfly, is now ready for order at Amazon.com.
It’s in the blood.
Someone is after Nova Tewa’s son and that someone is willing to kill to get the child. Nova is on the run in the middle of the a blizzard in the Sierra Nevada mountains. She will do anything to survive.
A novella in the EJ Hunter world.
I was reminded yesterday of a creative writing workbook I had used when I was in college between 1998-2001 called “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron. During that time I was going to the European Division of the University of Maryland University College. Yes, it had the acronym of UMUC.
Some one made the joke that we were running amok and it kind of stuck.
While I was in that college I worked on a BA in English Literature and a minor in Germany history. I won’t get into the curriculum, but the writing schedule was brutal. I wrote at least two papers for the history courses and three to four papers for the English courses. I was either memorizing, researching, or writing. Plus I didn’t have the time for brain freezes.
This book had exercises to help keep the brain on track. It also advises writers to do other things so that our subconscious can have some time to put some pieces together without our logical brain trying to help. The logical brain has that “editor” that wants our writing to be perfect. It causes the subconscious mind to go on strike.
It is not a good thing to turn off either the subconscious or logical mind. I thought at one time that writing with the subconscious mind would make great stories and poems. Not true. It’s the logical mind that contains the grammar and sentence structure.
If you’ve tried to read “stream of consciousness” you’ll find it is hard reading. If I wanted to be a literature writer with only a couple of readers, I would go that direction. But I want to write genre fiction, particularly fantasy.
One of the reason’s I like “The Artist’s Way” and Julia Cameron’s other book “Walking this World” is because it lets the subconscious play a bit. Then it helps the subconscious and logical mind work together in the act of creation.
So if your well of ideas is going dry and your mind is blank. Try some of her ideas.
As for me, I am going back to writing on Unlicensed Sorceress. Here is a taste of it.
Unlicensed Sorceress Chapter 10 Scene 1
It was slightly humiliating to be in school with the junior mages. Hilda wasn’t as limber as the young ones who sat in a circle and yelled out the alphabet. Five little ones just over six years old and Hilda was at least forty years older than the youngest one.
At lest the reading teaching didn’t expect her to sit on the rug. Hilda sat in a chair behind the other students, laboriously writing the first three letters of the alphabet. It wasn’t often that they got adults in the reading class. The teacher had assured her that she would learn. It was a little humiliating that the younger students were learning faster than she was.
A younger mage came over to look at her work. She was writing on a slate. “Here,” the mage said. “You need to make straighter lines.
The chalk felt dusty and she pressed to hard on the slate. The chalk broke and one half flew across the room. It had been a long time since she had been an underling and it was frustrating. The young mage who was showing her the letters hid a smile behind a hand.
“Come on,” he said. “You have several advantages. Use your skills. Don’t you know how to communicate with a team?”
Hilda nodded her head. They had used signs and symbols to communicate with each other, this wasn’t any harder.
“Plus,” the mage continued. “You have an elemental. She can help you.”
Hilda didn’t want to use Sassy. She’d have the little elemental saying, “A. A. A,” at her until Hilda went crazy. The mage looked at her sternly. It was kind of funny to see a teenager look stern. It was the same look she gave to others when they weren’t trying.
In front of them, the children had gotten to their feet and were jumping up and down. The noise in the room stopped her concentration. She wanted to sit up and jump up and down too.
“Come on,” said her teenage torturer. “Call your elemental.”
One thing she didn’t want the mage’s to know was that she didn’t have to call the elemental. Sassy stayed with her all the time. In fact she was peeping out from behind her hair so that she could get a closer look at the children. She wasn’t much older than the children.
You’d think that elementals were old as the hills. You’d think that they had been here forever. Yes, elementals had been here forever. They they were born and then they died. Sassy was from an old line but she was a young one. Hilda had found her on the battlefield. She had saved Sassy and Sassy had saved her. Still Sassy loved the energy of the children and wanted to play with them.
When the teenage mage saw Sassy, his eyes widened. “She’s not full grown.” There was a tone of outrage in his voice.
“You could say that,” said Hilda.
“What did you do with her parents?”
Hilda could see that the teenage mage was agitated. Hilda leaned away from him when she saw the small fireball in his hand.
The teacher saw the fireball, gathered up the children, and then herded them outside.
“Time to play,” she said gaily. The children got into line and followed her out.
Hilda watched the teenage mage. “Put out the fire,” she said.
“Not until you tell me what you did to her parents.” The teenage voice changed and his eyes went red. The boy was gone and in its place was an elemental.
“I didn’t know you could possess a human,” Hilda said. She stood up and put her hand on her belt. Her sword was gone. Plus she didn’t want to kill the mage. She could push the mage and not get hurt. Having a fire elemental meant that she couldn’t be hurt as badly when struck with fire magic.
Still she put her hand on Sassy. “No,” she said to Sassy. “No.”
“I did nothing to her parents.” Hilda said to the possessed mage. “She was flickering when I found her.”
“Liar,” roared the possessed mage.
Mage Godfroy hurried into the room. “Stop it,” he said when he saw that we were about to get into a fight. I had been a few in my day. The young ones forgot that even though I hurt in places, I did know how to make a young man hurt even worse.
When we didn’t change position, and the possessed mage started to move his hands into an intricate pattern, Mage Godfroy yelled, “Stop It!”
The sound of his voice hung in the hair and vibrated through Hilda’s body. The mage must have put a spell behind the words because Hilda stopped and the young mage stopped. The two of them couldn’t move.
“What started it,” Mage Godfroy said.
His words loosened the teenage mage so that he could speak. “Her elemental is too young.”
“I know,” said Mage Godfroy. “She has a dispensation.” Then he turned toward Hilda, “and you?”
Hilda’s lips moved. “Just defending myself, sir.”
Mage Godfroy dropped his control over them. “You,” he pointed at Hilda. “Learn to read.”
As if Hilda could learn to read immediately without practice. She sighed and went back to her chalk and slate.
“You,” he pointed at the teenage mage. “Come with me.”
The younger mage shook a little. “But sir.” A little whine came out of his mouth.
Mage Godfroy grabbed the younger mage by the back of the neck. Hilda could hear his words, “You allowed your elemental to possess you. After your discipline, you’ll go back to the beginning classes.”
Hilda heard a whine coming from teenage mage. Soon Hilda was alone in the room.
She began tracing the letters again. “Sassy,” she said. “Can you help me with these letters?”
Sassy jumped out and sat next to the slate. “A. A. A,” she said. Hilda sighed. If she wanted to get licensed as a magic-user, she needed to learn how to read. “What’s this one?” she asked Sassy.
“B. B. B,” Sassy said.
Why couldn’t she use magic to learn to read?
“C. C. C,” Sassy started with the next letter.
I took a few online classes with Dean W. Smith and I learned more about fiction writing from his classes than I have learned through anyone else. I realized that not everyone has my brain. If a writer is good at hinting at the atmosphere, then my brain will fill it in.
I have gone back to books that I loved as a teenager and found that I didn’t even like those stories as an adult. Some of it might be because I matured. Some of it might be because I became a writer, too.
In the beginning of this year, I had made a goal to write every day. Then I was hit with my health issues. I am so glad that I have been able to bring out two novels and one short book this year. I didn’t complete my goal, but I did better than I expected, mainly because of Doris, who keeps telling me that she wants to read my stories before she dies. I think she’ll live longer than I will.
My current WIP is Unlicensed Sorceress. I’ve been writing this for Nanowrimo so that I can use positive peer pressure to get the first draft out. So far after the third day, it has been a good push for me.
The reason I wrote Hilda’s Inn for Retired Heroes was because I wasn’t finding main characters that I could enjoy. The main characters in fantasy were either about teenagers or young adults in a new world. I wanted to write about someone who ached when she got up in the morning and who managed to do things even when she didn’t feel good.
In some ways if I hadn’t gotten sick when I did with Wegener’s Granulomatosis, Hilda would not have been born. I would have been a teacher of Creative Writing. I am a better writer now than when I was getting my English degree.
I do have other ideas in the works. I started Xandra Peel in 2014 while I was grieving the death of my husband. I didn’t get far with it, but it is next on my list.
Dark Moon Rising, the second book in EJ Hunter series, is being edited right now. I think that will be out either in December or in January.
When I pulled out my micro-shorts recently, it was pointed out that many of these shorts are the beginnings of stories. I have had readers ask me for the rest of the story.
My sci-fi stories are kind of on the down low right now. Fantasy seems to be the order of the day. I have Moon Curser (story of a space smuggler) and also Green Knight Terraforming Company. I write GKTC when I want to laugh. I used my late-hubby’s personality for the troubleshooter, which is probably why I am not writing them now. I remember how much I miss him. But I’ll get back to those soon.
After Dark Moon Rising, I will be doing a third book in the EJ Hunter series. I can also tell since I am about half-way through Unlicensed Sorceress that there will be others. For some reason Hilda and her family really like to get into trouble.
Michael needs to get back to his love. She is going to get tired of him gallivanting around without her.
This is the state of the State of the Writer. Busy as usual.