JUNE? What happened to May?
I have a suspicion what happened to May. The same thing that happens in June. These months are weighed down with a regular smorgasbord of sadness for me…My mom’s birthday is in May and she died just a week later. And Mother’s Day. And I try to stay busy, busy, busy. But then June comes along with reminders of Father’s Day and my dad’s birthday and Mister Man’s entirely inconvenient demise…
I came across this Isak Dinesen quote recently and it stopped me in my tracks:
“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.”
And so I finished up my deadlines, including this for the Muffin: Making Time for Time Off.
I’m where I need to be right now; I can smell the salt water from my porch. And there will probably be a few tears on Father’s Day, and I’ll sweat while taking care of hurricane damage. I may even sweat a bit over a manuscript revision.
Salt water will do its work while I work on the cure for what ails me. (Okay, I probably won’t sweat much, fixing stuff from the hurricane. But I’ll think about painting the flood damaged walls and whatnot and I think that counts.)
I have a friend who is an agent and mostly, she keeps her agent business to herself. But a few weeks ago, out there in Social Media World, she shared something that stirred up a lot of comments because…well, it straddles that line between scary and outrageous. See for yourself when you read my post over at the Muffin today:
THE WRITER WHO WENT TOO FAR
Yeah, that’s kinda dramatic, putting the post title in all caps, but honestly, y’all, this one’s a doozy. (And P.S. My agent friend said it was okay to share what happened.)
So, yeah. I’m going to leave it there. Except to say that if you have an opinion or comment, I’d love to hear more. (Unless you are the actual writer who went too far. In which case, Mr. Writer, I have recently moved. Somewhere far, far away. Probably in another galaxy.)
The other day, I was cleaning out magazines to give to a nursing home–I have a LOT of magazines, I’m not sure how or why–and so I was zipping through them. And then I came to an O Magazine and it literally flipped open to a page. I figured that was a sign and so I quickly skimmed and immediately knew what I needed to see:
I almost fell down from the power of those words, too. Not because I didn’t know this, but because I too often forget this: I am the loving expression of God. And so are my children, and so are my friends, and all of you readers, and even all of those people out there that I may not agree with on a pretty regular basis.
And I wonder if I’ve forgotten this because my mother and father are no longer around to remind me. Not that Mom and Dad said this to me…well, ever. But still, the way they loved me expressed those words to me every single day. A most beautiful gift, indeed.
I hope my children know that they are the loving expression of God. And I hope that I can remember that the next time a teenage driver cuts me off in traffic.
(Happy Mother’s Day in whatever way that wonderful word applies to each of you!)
(Also, thank you to Imbolo Mbue, author of Behold the Dreamers, for sharing that reminder. And just like that, I know I will read this novel.)
May came in with temperatures around 80 in my little corner of the world so wheeee! Bring on the heat! Bring on the flip flops, sunscreen, and sandals! Hand me a Popsicle or a long, cool beverage and then don’t bother me. I’ve got reading to do.
It’s not that I don’t read during colder temps; it’s just that I read snuggled up in bed (because duh, I’m cold) and before you know it, my eyelids are getting droopy. Bottom line, it takes me ever so long to finish a book when I do my reading late, late at night.
But when the sun’s shining and the deck’s nice and warm, I take my book (or Kindle) outside and Libs lounges about, too, watching me read. (And just so you know, I get all my writer business work done in the morning, and I write later in the afternoon, so I’m not a complete scofflaw.)
Lately, I’ve had a couple of self-pubbed books at the top of my To Be Read pile. And I thoroughly enjoyed these stories, even though they’re outside the genres I generally read. However, I do have a small bone to pick; you’ll have to zip over to The Muffin to read Self Publishing Pitfalls to get the details. And then you’ll have finished your work, too, and can join me for a lovely after-lunch read on the deck.
The snake on my deck, which has NOTHING to do with this post. Except that on top of all this writing I had to do this week, I also had to take care of a snake on my deck.
I don’t have a regular day to post here at Cathy C. Hall. I just post when I’ve got something to say that may or may not be interesting. So I was kinda surprised when this day came along and I was just posting all over the place…
If you’re looking for how I can take one of my favorite sports and connect it to writing, then you’ll want to check out The Muffin and “If You Want To Succeed in Writing, You’ve Got To Play Ball!” I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty impressed with my ability to take something that I have frittered away hours and hours upon and make something instructional out of it. Although, it wasn’t really me so much as the quote from…well, just give it a read and then you can let me know whether I struck out or hit a home run. (See what I did there? Lots more where that came from!)
And then writer and author Kathryn Schleich is celebrating National Volunteer Week and asked if she could use one of my Muffin posts on the subject and I was pleased to say yes! So if you want to see which post (hint: it’s about volunteering), head over here and take a look. And tour her site for some wonderful writing resources!
And speaking of volunteering, I manage the SCBWI Southern Breeze blog, sometimes writing posts and sometimes
forcing asking very politely for volunteers to write up something. So if you’re in the Southern Breeze region (Georgia, Alabama, and the Florida Panhandle), go see what’s happening in our region. We’d love for you to join us anywhere in SCBWI but if you’re around here, then we can be new BFs!
Whew! I think that’s enough posting for the day, don’t you?