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Starting Over ~ Meet the Authors of CELEBRATE!

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I feel like I’m hosting a party, introducing people who I know will turn out to enjoy each other’s company. At least in the world of books. Wonderful authors matched with enthisastic readers. That’s what I call a party.  Of course, it used to be called a book signing…but I think that’s evolved to its electronic versions–blogs and other social media. To me, it’s all good as long as writers and readers connect.

It’s time to connect with Dee Davis who’s favorite genre is romantic suspense. She’s written lots of them. Has won awards for them. Somehow, she figured out how to combine a thriller with holiday good times. With a little inspiration from one of her favorite movies, Die Hard, she managed to combine loss and hope…and a killer. Dee is the author of our stand-alone holiday novella, Still of the Night..

In another life, Dee would choose to be a rock singer, an actress or a winery owner. Hmm..is there a theme here.  Maybe creativity?  She loves anthologies because she usually gets to know authors who are new to her, stories she can read in an hour or so. “I’ve found amazing hew authors and worked to find copies of old anthologies with stories from authors I already loved.”

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I agree with Dee. I view an anthology as a schmorgasbord of stories and authors. You can taste a little from everyone at the party. Dee Davis is part of the On Fire Fiction group of authors, but her holiday story stands on it’s own as a separate publication. Here’s a taste of Dee’s novella:

STORY TITLE:   Still of the Night

FIRST LINE:   “I’ll be home for Christmas…” Judy Garland crooned in surround-sound, and Jenny Fitzgerald resisted the urge to throw something.stillofthenight-DeeDavis

Oh-oh. I think Jenny’s world is upside down. That’s a huge reaction to the words home and Christmas, the opposite emotions of what those words usually generate. Maybe she’s getting divorced. Maybe she lost her job. Maybe…maybe…maybe… Maybe she’d being blackmailed.  I want to know more!  A good first line.

We’re going to wind up this series next time with my own contribution to CELEBRATE!. As always, thank you so much for stopping by.  I hope to see you for the next edition of Starting Over.

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Starting Over ~ CELEBRATE!

CELEBRATE!  — A five story anthology plus a novella of holiday stories from six award-winning authors, all members of On Fire Fiction.  file0001398207570

The celebration continues with my friend and guest author for today: ROGENNA BREWER.  I’ve known Rogenna for a long time. We go back to our early days in the business, writing Superromance for Harlequin Books. So I can tell you with assurance that Rogenna is a great author with a very interesting background.

How interesting, you ask?

In her own words:  “From a Navy Vet to romance novelist. Not just a job, thirteen years of Navy SEAL research.”

Well, somebody had to research those SEALS! Rogenna served in the U.S. Navy for thirteen years before turning her hand to writing. Oops…I skipped a step or two. While in the Navy she served in the Chaplain’s office where her duties included operating the base library. Which once again proves that all writers start out as readers!Rogenna Brewer

She also met and married her husband while serving her country.  As she says, “The best part was that brief period of time when I outranked him.”   (Hey, makes perfect sense to me 🙂

As for the holiday she’s chosen to celebrate in the anthology…?  I bet you can guess, but here’s what she says:

4th of July seemed like the most natural backdrop for my military romance. Opposing forces, Navy Chaplain Lindsey Alexander and aircraft carrier Captain Doug Reese, deny the sparks of the May/December…er…September romance (nineteen years isn’t THAT big of an age difference) until the fireworks start to fly.”

STORY TITLE:  One Star Spangled Night

FIRST LINES:  Hat in hand, he stood in her office doorway. From spit shined shoes, up military creases, to the eagles pinned on khaki collar points, he commanded attention. The rank of captain gave him the authority to demand it. 

First line discussion:  I feel some conflict coming on.  Who is this guy in her office? Why is he there?  I have a feeling she wasn’t expecting him.

Rogenna’s book, ONE NIGHT IN RENO, (Navy SEAL, anyone?) is also available now.  How about that adorable cover?  I love it.

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Check out Rogenna’s books and cover designs  (yes, this woman has conquered a THIRD career) at:  www.rogennabrewer.com.

As always, thank you so much for stopping by.  You’ll meet the author of the stand-alone novella at the next edition of Starting Over.  Hope to see you then.

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Starting Over ~ CELEBRATE!

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We’re continuing the celebration with my long-time friend, BARBARA MCMAHON, who I met way back when we both wrote for Superromance. At last count, over sixteen million copies of her books have sold in fifty different countries in twenty-one different languages. I am so impressed! She wasn’t always a writer. No, indeed. She began her working life in a much for glamorous profession: a flight attendant for an international airline.  Well, okay. Maybe it sounds more glamorous than it really is. She worked very hard  at that job, but soaked up lots of background for her books. To  Barbara, however, there’s no place like home, and her favorite story locale is the American West. She’s  written numerous books with cowboys as heros and plans more for the future.

So which holiday did Barbara choose to highlight?  THANKSGIVING! This is what she said:

BLMPhotoLinda“I chose Thanksgiving as it’s one of the most American of holidays celebrated in the United States. While the official holiday was set in the 1940’s, America has a long history of celebrating by giving thanks–from the days of Jamestown and Plymouth to soon after the Revolutionary War. It’s always been a favorite of mine. I love turkey, dressing, and lots of pies for dessert!

Thanksgiving is a time for families ot gather together to celebrate harvest, another year, give thanks for all their blessings, and enjoy each other’s company. In Love With All The Trimmings,  however, the family reunion planned might not be as joyful as initially anticipated when two sisters vie for the affections of the same man.”

STORY TITLE:  Love With All The Trimmings

FIRST LINES:  “I’m coming home for Thanksgiving!”  Juliana felt her heart drop. “You’re coming here?” she squeaked.

Uh-oh. I’m thinking there’s trouble in River City. The first sentence has an exclamation point, so speaker is excited and happy.  Juliana…not so much. Don’t you just love a story when the conflict starts on Page One, Paragraph One?

Barbara’s book, I’LL TAKE FOREVER, is also available now.  A contemporary romance involving a DEA agent looking for cover in a small town–and finds Jenny’s house. Jenny cannot believe that anyone in her town would be involved with drugs. To learn more about Barbara, link to her website:  www.barbaramcmahon.com

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As always, thanks so much for stopping by. Next time at Starting Over, you’ll meet an author who’s also a cover designer. Hope to see you then.

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Starting Over ~ CELEBRATE!

CELEBRATE! — A five story anthology plus a novella about holidays we celebrate throughout the year. All written by award-winning authors of On Fire Fiction.  fw2

I love presenting this series of posts to you because my writing friends are some of the greatest people I know. Always willing to listen and give advice. Never afraid to ask for it either. Just as with other friends, these are relationships based on trust. I’ve known most of these gals for many years, and I can say without hesitation that they work hard and love creating stories. When they get emails from their readers…well, that’s the whipped cream on the cake 🙂

I’m very pleased that my guest today is Debra Salonen, a California girl whose very first published book was released about the same time mine was. We met each other at what was our very first

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writers conference in July 2000. Turned out we had the same editor! One of the qualities I admire about Deb is her ability to turn off the stress. Hiking and yoga are her secrets. Another quality I admire is her willingness to try something different with her writing. She came up with an adorable but naughty four book romantic comedy series for the “55 and better” generation called Screw Senility which sets a very different tone from the traditional romances she’d been writing. This is hot!  But she still managed to give her heroine a happily ever after!

What holiday did Deb choose for her story? CHRISTMAS! Here’s the story behind the story in Deb’s own words:

Kindness gets to me every time. Maybe that’s because my mother, Daisy Bagby Robson, was one of the kindest women I ever met. I have numerous memories of her generosity, including once when she decided I wasn’t using my bike anymore, so it should go to a poor child I’d never met. As I recall, I reacted as any spoiled baby-of-the-family might. I threw a fit. She patiently described this other child’s circumstance as it compared to mine…in other words, she guilted me into agreeing. 

I wish I could say I instantly became as giving and generous a my mom, but that would be a lie. Still, the memory stuck, and when my children were very young, I wanted to share the essence of this memory in a way that might teach and entertain. I wrote “My Christmas Angel.” Longhand, on lined paper. I read it to them every Christmas for a few years, then tucked it away in my files.

A year ago, my daughter asked me, “Didn’t you write a Christmas story once? Where is that? I’d like to read it to Daisy (my granddaughter).” 

Ah…life comes full circle…courtesy of epublishing.  I pulled out the story and read it. And, as happens with writers, I immediately wondered what happened to Abigail and Dickie–the little children in the story. Why…they’d be thirty-some years old by now. All grown up. With children of their own…and so the story begins.

STORY TITLE:  My Christmas Angel

FIRST LINE:   “Read me your story, Mommy. Please. Before you go. Plee…ase.”

Oh, yeah. I recognize that ploy…and I bet you do, too. One more story, Mommy. Another glass of water.  Someone doesn’t want to go to sleep. Someone doesn’t want his mom to leave. In the next paragraph, we quickly learn about young Ben and his divorced mom who was on her way to a holiday party given by her ex-sister-in-law.  Deb Salonen manages to draw us into the lives of these two lovely people very quickly and we want to know what happens next.

What’s next on Deb’s writing agenda?

“I’m back at work on my next project: a 3-book romantic suspense series called K.A.B. (Karma’s A Bitch) Investigations.”

Find out more about Deb Salonen and her books at:   www.debrasalonen.com

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This is the cover of Book 4 in Deb’s Screw Senility series. Adorable, no?

 

As always, thank you so much for stopping by. You’ll meet another of my author friends at the next edition of Starting Over.  Hope to see you then.

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Starting Over – CELEBRATE!!

CELEBRATE! holiday stories with the authors of On Fire Fiction–

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This month I’m joined by five other authors with Fingers on their Keyboards. Those fingers have been tapping away, helping their creators bring you brand new, never before published stories. Together, my friends and I have given birth–definitely a labor of love–to an anthology of holiday stories plus one stand-alone holiday novella. We’re celebrating holidays throughout the year – winter, spring, summer and fall.

We’re glad you book lovers are here to join the fun. We’ve got first lines–and you know all about that now if you read last week’s blog– and some interesting background info to share. When you combine romance, family and happy endings….what’s not to like?

Karen SandlerFirst up is KAREN SANDLER who describes herself as a genre conflicted writer. She’s interested in so much–romance, mystery, sci-fi, young adult, and horses (definitely horses) –and she’s so good! She’s published 17 romances, a young adult science fiction series, and the soon to be released Janelle Watkins mystery series. Poor Karen. She can’t make a decision.

But wait! I’m wrong. She did make the decision to select Hanukkah as her story’s background. And speaking of backgrounds, here’s a bit of Karen’s and why she chose the holiday she did:

Karen says:

When the idea of a holiday anthology was first presented, I knew I wanted to do Hanukkah. I have very fond memories of celebrating Hanukkah when my boys were young. Although my father was Jewish (as was my maternal great-grandmother), it wasn’t until I married my Jewish husband that we started celebrating the holidays.

Of course, Hanukkah was the boys’ favorite. The loved lighting the candles and saying the prayer. They both wanted to do the last night so they could light all eight candles. We started trading off with them each year so they could get an equal chance of saying the prayer on the last night.

The teddy bears described in the story were an actual prizes my younger son won at one of the community Hanukkah parties we attended. He apparently has one left of the two from that night and my grandbaby plays with it now.

Linda interrupts – Readers!  Do you see the makings of a family story here? From generation to generation?  This is what we’ve talked about and shared examples of recently.

I’ve asked all the authors participating in the anthology to submit the title and first line of their stories.  Here’s more about Karen Sandler’s story:

Title:   The Eighth Gift

First Line:  As Sarah Meyer watched the Greenville County sheriff’s deputy tap on the screen of his iPad, she hugged herself to stave off her fear. 

Now I want to know what Sarah was afraid of…a ticket? Or something more?  And could the deputy be her love interest?  I am a nosy reader, and I bet you are, too.

Karen’s book, TILL THE STARS FADE is also available now.  The genre? Science Fiction Romance!  The reviews are awesome. Here’s one from RT Book Reviews:  “it was action packed, fast paced and most definitely a page-turner.”   And another: “This book has something for readers of both genres. The writing is exceptional…Good job, Ms. Sandler.”  From: Under the Covers.

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 Check out Karen’s website at:  www.karensandler.net

 

 

 

 

As always, thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed meeting Karen and hearing about her story for the holiday anthology. You’ll meet another contributing author at the next edition of Starting Over. Hope to see you then.

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Starting Over ~ Fingers on the Keyboard

GRAB ‘EM AND DON’T LET GO…        

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That’s the advice authors get about snagging the reader’s attention with the first lines of their stories. Coming up with just the right first sentence is one of the reasons authors stay up at night. If you don’t catch a reader’s attention immediately, she’ll put the book down. You’ve worked hard to bring this baby into the world, and she’s just about ready…she’s almost ready…but…oops! What about that very first line? Is it strong enough, evocative enough, exciting enough to urge the reader to the second line? A third? How about a full paragraph? Better yet, the complete first page.

That’s quite a job and a lot of responsibility for the first line of a story.

Just for fun and some thought, take a look at some of the most famous first lines in literature and see if they pull you in. Some are very short and pithy:

Call me Ishmael.  – Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)      Three words. Probably the most famous first line of all. It catches our attention because this fella is talking directly to us. “Hey, you guys. You can call me Ishmael, and come on over. Have I got a story for you!” Is his name, itself, important? Ishmael was the son of Abraham and Hagar, a woman who lived with the family. Hagar and Ishmael were sent away after Sarah finally gave birth to Isaac. Some scholars say this is important.  But… others question if Ishmael is even the narrator’s real name. We never find out. So maybe we should call him Stanley.

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Elmer Gantry was drunk. – Sinclair Lewis, Elmer Gantry (1927)   So what? There could be a hundred drunks in town. Curious minds want to know why Gantry was important enough to be singled out. And, oh my God, we sure find out. 

Mother died today. – Albert Camus, The Stranger. (1942)    Ah…a day of change. What happens next?

Some first lines are quite long:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. – Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

Yeah, yeah. I know.  No one ever keeps on going after the first two phrases. But the man really did set the stage: England and France, 1775. And because he set that stage, he promised you a story, a big story, about people and events and the choices made. What greater contrast than hope and despair?

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. – J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)  

Wow! That’s Holden Caufield, talking in his own voice. Telling it like it really is. His personality and style is directly in your face–whether you like it or not. This is one of the best known openings in American fiction.  

And some first lines are right in between, a medium length. Here’s one to make you romantics out there smile:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. – Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)    Is it really universally acknowledged? Or just in the mind of Mrs. Bennett who wants to marry off a daughter to a wealthy man?  She’s shown us her goal and set up the story for us to enjoy.  It is universally acknowledged, by the way, that Jane Austen is considered the mother of the romance novel.

Here’s a recent one reflecting more current times:

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. – Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)    Born twice. First a girl, then a boy. If that doesn’t raise your curiosity, I don’t know what will.

And finally, these two openings from contemporary women’s fiction captured my attention. No explanations needed:

I never wanted to be a mother. – Emily Giffin, Baby Proof (2006)

Here is one way to say it: Grief is a love story told backward.—Bridget Asher, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted (2011)

First lines set the stage, the tone and the story.  During the next few weeks, I’m going to introduce file0001398207570you to the authors and opening lines from an anthology called CELEBRATE! This volume is a collection of short stories highlighting several American holidays in different seasons of the year. The stories involve romance, family and second chances. They provide happy and hopeful endings.  Also guaranteed to put you in a feel-good mood.

77176_513659958675780_1566414408_aWho are the contributing writers? They are five authors of On Fire Fiction, including moi!  You’ll be able to enjoy brand new stories, never before published anywhere. The collection will be available on October 1st  for 99 cents at all on-line retail outlets.  The price is small, the enjoyment large.

Do you have any favorite opening lines from stories you’ve loved? Let me know.

POST A COMMENT AND YOUR NAME WILL BE ENTERED INTO MY AUGUST CONTEST. Prizes are a choice of one of the selections below–all written by On Fire Fiction authors– as well as a $25 gift certificate to Amazon or BN. Your choice.

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Starting Over ~ Life in the Day Camp

EASY AS PIE???           

Pecan pie--this one's too nice to be mine!

Pecan pie–this one’s too nice to be mine!

i’m writing this blog on Sunday afternoon while waiting for my home-made pecan pie to come out of the oven. You heard right. This New York born gal, who can do justice to an apple or blueberry pie, is trying her hand at the quintessential Southern pecan pie for the very first time. It wasn’t my idea. I don’t even like pecan pies  But preparing one was my assignment.

Tonight, my golfer guy and I are going to the neighborhood Dine-In. On the first Sunday evening of every other month, the neighbors get together in each other’s homes with a pre-determined dinner menu.  There is usually a theme, and each couple brings an assigned dish—enough to serve about eight people. There are usually about six dinner hosts.  Afterwards between 36-48 participants gather at the dessert host’s house for coffee and….whatever.

Tonight my pecan pie is on that dessert menu. Oy.

I’m calling it an experiment because right from the beginning, the instructions puzzled me. The recipe called for one  9-inch pie shell, unbaked.  So I walked down the supermarket’s baking aisle and bought a graham cracker crust pie shell.

“No, no, no,” my friend and neighbor said when I met her on the street. “Not graham cracker. Not that I’ve ever made a pecan pie before either. But I think you’re supposed to buy a shell from the frozen food department.”

“What?”

She laughed.  “Don’t worry. I’ll give you one of mine. They come two in a package.”

Problem solved. Neither of us really knew about this, but Maggie sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

The next ingredient:  4 tablespoons butter, softened.  Why couldn’t I just use Smart Balance, my already softened buttery spread? The canister said it was good for baking.  But my golfer guy said, “Better not. I’ll run to the store again. What should I buy?”   file000572752158

“I don’t think butter is sold in single sticks.”  Now I’m picturing 3 ½ sticks of real butter going to waste.

But that was nothing compared to: ½ cup cane syrup (no substitute).  I didn’t even know what cane syrup was. In my pantry, I had molasses and Caro light corn syrup. But wait! Light corn syrup was another ingredient on the recipe list. So, on our initial trip to the supermarket, when we bought the wrong crust, Mike and I searched for cane syrup. We found a jar of 35% cane syrup. That was the highest percentage among the brand selection. We bought it because I was scared of the no substitution order.

We also bought a pint of heavy whipping cream because it was on the list. I thought it had to be blended into the bowl with the other ingredients. Wrong!  I was supposed to whip it and serve alongside the pie. But the dessert was to be delivered to the hostess at 6 p.m.  The guests wouldn’t arrive until 9. That just didn’t seem right to me. What would happen to whipped cream during those three hours? What if the hostess had no room in her fridge?

So, along with the graham cracker crust, Mike returned the heavy cream to the store.  I told him to buy a container of Cool Whip instead. Yes, substitution! It could go in either a freezer or fridge.

Not finished yet. Directions: add eggs to softened butter and sugar one at a time, beating until light and fluffy, but not foamy.

Give me a break! Fluffy? Foamy? In my mind, they’re pretty close.

And finally, after adding the syrups and the other ingredients including chopped pecans, the directions said to “mix until well blended.”  Does that mean to use the electric mixer which I’d used to get to “fluffy”? Or blend by hand?  I thought the pecans would become mush with the beaters, so I did it by hand.

When I learned to bake with my grandma, everything she did made sense. I was able to understand a little of this and a little of that. I was there! Why are there so many guessing games with what should be a straight-forward recipe? One printed out from a recipe website? Am I overthinking? Or am I just dumb  inexperienced?

Hold on a minute…the timer is ringing. I’ll be right back.

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This one’s mine!

Hi again. Good news! It smells right. The middle is swollen, but I think it’s going down. Mike’s betting on a winner.  I’ll let you know what happens.

I’m back again with the morning after report: my pie disappeared in the first five minutes. Everyone commented on the slight orange-y flavor. The recipe called for orange peel. I didn’t know how to make that, so I decided two teaspoons of orange zest would do (I know what that is), And they loved it.  Phew!  So, anyone for pie?

I think there has to be an art in writing clear directions for recipes. What do you think? Can you follow a recipe easily? Or have you had similar experiences to mine? Please share if you have tips!

ANNOUNCEMENT!!  WE HAVE A WINNER OF JULY’S CONTEST. Congratulations to Beth Reimer who chose Material Witness by Lisa Mondello and my Family Interrupted as her two book selection. She has also won a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.  I hope she enjoys shopping for more books!

NEW CONTEST FOR AUGUST:  Leave a comment and your name will be entered into this month’s contest. Prizes are one of the three selections below, all written by the authors of On Fire Fiction, as well as a $25 gift certificate to Amazon or BN. Your choice!

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Starting Over ~ Wasting Time or Recharging?

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When my oldest son was about thirteen years old, I found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head. His knees were bent and one leg crossed over the other. The afternoon light penetrated the room. I couldn’t stand it.

“What are you doing?”

“Mom! Can’t I just do nothing for awhile? I never get to do nothing.”

Well, that gave me pause. Fair enough.  As  working mom, I’d made sure my kids were programmed from morning til night, particularly after school. Between homework, bar-mitzvah classes, a newspaper route, and a basketball team, my son may have had a point. So I said, “Okay. Let me know when you’re ready to return to the world.”

That little incident has stayed with me, and I’ve sometimes repeated it when friends talk about kids and their activities. I’ve learned that my generation was not the first to program their kids. From what I can gather, my son was lucky. Kids today don’t have a minute to daydream.  Between soccer, dancing, music, gymnastics, scouts, Little League, clubs….there is a team or a class for every age, every stage and every wage. Classes cost. file0001683376869

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Another dream deferred…until now?

We want to give our children everything. Or at least, as much as we possibly can afford. But I wonder if what they most need is time. A free commodity. Which will allow dreams to flourish, creativity to develop, and the mind and body to rest and rejuvenate. Even children need peace of mind. I’m glad some others think like I do:

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”   ….John Lubbock.

My dreamtime occurs in the early morning hours, before my eyes open, before my brain is fully engaged. In that delicious time between sleeping  and waking, my mind drifts to the stories I’m writing, and I usually solve a problem. It drifts to this blog, and a new topic that might interest me. I dream about my own mother and father and miss them to tears. During my dreamtime hours, my mind is free to wander. It conjures up images I didn’t know I had inside me. I love those moments because something good usually results from them. When I actually get out of bed, I’m not only refreshed, but I can’t wait to get to the computer.

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Ladies First Choice in Clearwater, FL

We need time to reconnoiter with ourselves. I found the quote from John Lubbock printed in a newsletter from Ladies First Choice, a “stylish ladies boutique” for women who’ve had mastectomies. Women who know that “rest is not a waste of time.” Rest is mandatory for healing and becoming whole again. That’s right. A whole woman–in mind, body and spirit. The breast is not the person. While fighting for our lives, our dreams are laced with nightmares. When we regain our health, our minds can rest.

An active life deserves time for thinking and daydreaming.  Just ask my busy son. Who still fights for a moment to do “nothing.”

What about you? Are there times of the day that are natural dream hours for you?  Do you close yourself away from the family for awhile each day? Refuse to answer the phone?

As always, thanks so much for stopping by. I hope to see you for the next edition of Starting Over when I’ll announce the winner of the July contest.

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