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December 31, 2010
Well, here we are. The final hours of 2010, and looking forward to 2011. Do you find this time of year is filled with not only excitement for the new year but regret for the things you missed or never got to in the past twelve months? I do. Perhaps that's healthy, a time to look back and then toward the future.
These are my five resolutions for 2011:
1) Relationships: I'm making sure I connect more often. Life just gets in the way. Do you find that? I do. I have good intentions, but the months fly. In the end, I'm wondering where the year went and lamenting that I've spent too few hours with family and friends.
2) The Net: I'm limiting access. This is a biggie for me. Writing (like many endeavors) takes concentration. I need to work, but it's way easier to surf to see what Snookie is up to, what the politicos are doing wrong, drop in at facebook for a quick howdy. Why not tweet a bit before figuring out that next plot twist? I do enjoy (more…)
December 10, 2010
Okay, writing fiction isnít a popularity contest. Thatís true. So this shouldnít matter, right? Especially since, itís not really possible for a character in a novel to hate anyone, including the author, right? Still, Iím beginning to wonder.
You see, Sarahís my heroine. Iíve written three books featuring this Texas Ranger/profiler, a woman I invented sitting at my computer one afternoon after deciding against a host of other protagonists, including a crocheting grandmother and a junior league hostess. Iíd been thinking about Sarah for a long time, whittling away at the block of marble trying to uncover the statue inside. Maybe, since my books are set in Texas, instead of a Michelangelo analogy, I should have said, taking a chain saw to the trunk of a fallen live oak to reveal the roughly hewn armadillo? No, thatís all just bad. Letís just move on.
Anyway, to her delight or dismay, Lieutenant Sarah Armstrong has become my heroine, the center of my fictional world, and since 2007, Iíve literally tormented this poor womanís life. But then sheís not alive. I know that. But to write about her, she has to be real to me and, to some extent (Iím sincerely not delusional), she is. The result is that I drive through Tomball, Texas, where Iíve planted the Rocking Horse, the ranch Sarah lives on with her mother and daughter, and I sometimes surprise myself by looking (more…)
December 6, 2010
Christmas begins early at our house. The tree goes up right after Thanksgiving, a faux pine but a beautiful one, with artificial snow sprinkled about its branches. Itís always a full weekend of hauling boxes, unpacking ornaments, putting out the whimsical Santa that stands in our front hallway, and climbing up on the ladder to put the spindly glass ornament on the top of the tree. But for me, thereís really no Christmas tree without one special ornament, a reindeer with a red nose: Rudolph, of course.
This particular ornament takes me back to my childhood in Wisconsin. I donít remember not having it. As far in the past as my memory travels, it hung on my parentsí Christmas tree. To see it, I imagine most folks would wonder why itís so special. Itís made of plastic not gems or even blown glass. It doesnít sparkle. It has no value. But to me, itís irreplaceable.
My mother kept it in a green box, in amongst her collection of ornaments. There were many. Some my maternal grandmother crocheted, others my fatherís sister and mother made of wax paper and sparkles during the Great Depression. As a small girl, I heard the stories of how my father sold the tiny creations door-to-door, desperate for money to buy food and wood for the stove. I think of the trials many are enduring today, with a rocky economy and so much trouble in the world, and those small tattered stars remind me that there have been tough times before, and always weíve persevered.
Of all the ornaments, however, for me the reindeer was exceptional. I donít know why except (more…)