I’m Baaaaack! (And Reconnected)

ImageThe last couple days, I was unplugged. I had no internet. No TV. Here is what I did:

I finished Joshilyn Jackson’s THE GIRL WHO STOPPED SWIMMING. (I liked GODS IN ALABAMA much more than this one, but girl can write.) 

I talked and talked and talked to Oldest Junior Hall who accompanied me on the trip. (Except for the hours he was sleeping, he talked. Boy can talk.) I can’t remember when I’ve spent so much time with just Oldest Junior Hall, talking. And you know what? I rather like the man Oldest Junior Hall has grown up to be.

I visited with the parents and learned that my mother thinks a lot about Barbara Bush. (“If I were Barbara Bush, I’d have people doing everything for me. Tying my shoes, everything. I wouldn’t have to do anything.” My dad would probably say she doesn’t have to do anything now. But I just laughed and commiserated with her. Though honestly, Barbara’s fine and all that, but I rather like my plain-as-dirt mom.)

Here is what I didn’t do:

I never quite got around to writing. Which is very odd indeed because I’m almost always writing something, even if it’s just to scribble notes. And if I’m not actually writing, I’m thinking about what I will write.

Apparently, when I unplugged from the Internet and TV, I unplugged from writing as well. But I’m fine with that, because in the end, I did make a connection. It just happened to be with people instead of words.

(Oh! I almost forgot! The winner of Eric Trant’s WINK is GAIL! Thanks to all who left wonderful comments, and Gail, I’ll be in touch!)

A Wee Bit of Irish Wisdom

Remember Brenda Novak’s Online Auction for Diabetes Research? It’s over now–they had a stellar auction, broke records and raised a smashing amount of money for diabetes research. Yay!

Yesterday in the mail, I received the auction item I bid on–and it was pretty stellar, too! 

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Here’s a bit of info about the calligraphy and creator, Nikki Weston (courtesy of the auction site):

Inspired by her life in Ireland, Nikki Weston created this beautiful hand-calligraphy saying in both Gaelic and English.

The Gaelic language has for centuries captured the hearts and minds of many. An teanga gaelach is rich, vibrant, and spoken daily by many thousands of people on the island of Ireland. Gaelic lends itself to creating many a wise saying, or seanfhocail. Seanfhocail literally means ‘old words’. In days gone by, the working classes of Ireland fused philosophy with good humour during storytelling or educating their children, and it was there that seanfhocail were born. Having been passed down through the generations, these proverbs are just as apt today and are calligraphed attractively for your enjoyment.

Each piece is painstakingly hand-produced using Winsor and Newton calligraphy nibs and inks by writer and artist Nikki Weston. 

Nikki Weston is a writer and artist in Dublin, Ireland. She produces non-fiction articles and short stories. Growing up in Clones, Co. Monaghan, Nikki discovered her love of words when she was just ten years old: “Christmas that year brought me my first calligraphy set, and with it, the patience and accuracy that penmanship calls for. Love of my country and pride in my language inspires me to create these calligraphed pieces exclusively for the Brenda Novak Auction for Diabetes Research. Please bid and take home a little Irish wisdom.”

I was thrilled to have the winning bid on this item! It was a lovely way to help fund diabetes research (and honor my big brother). And the saying called to my writer heart as well as the wee bit of Irish in my blood.

Plus, I love the connectedness (is that a word? I’m going to say it is) of it all. There was Nikki, all the way over in Ireland, creating and lending her talents to Brenda Novak’s auction, and here was I, all the way down South in the USA, in my little corner office, checking out items and bidding away.

It’s a small (and lovely) world, after all.

Friday’s Fun Find: The Book I Want To Write

“It doesn’t sound too bad.”

I love that setup. Because what follows is such a great story. I’m working on a manuscript now that makes me think of THE PRINCESS BRIDE.

And here’s what I think, in my secret thoughts: I want to write a book as good as William Goldman’s THE PRINCESS BRIDE.

I do a lot of re-writing because…well, I’m not William Goldman. But that’s okay. I have a goal, a standard, if you will, that I hold my work to.

And sometimes, on a really good day with my manuscript, it doesn’t sound too bad.

(Bet you have a book like that, too. Want to share your secret? I won’t tell anyone. Promise.)