November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 30

Topic of the Day

 

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"Roadside Attraction"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 29

Topic of the Day

 

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"Oxymoron"

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 28

Topic of the Day

 

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"Boat"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 27

Topic of the Day

 

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"Leafless Tree"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 26

Topic of the Day

 

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"Communication"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 25

Topic of the Day

 

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"Cream Pitcher"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 24

Topic of the Day

 

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"Ear"

 

 

 

 

Bah, Humbug?! For Shame!

Are you a person who hates Christmas?

There ARE people who really hate Christmas.  This makes me beyond sad.

How can this be? 

I mean, I understand that people might hate what some people have turned Christmas into, but we don't all have to fall into that hole of too much spending, too much EVERYTHING during the holidays do we? 

Make your holiday what YOU want it to be while remembering it's not about too much of everything.

I know some people get THE biggest kick out of trying to one-up one another with how many presents they've bought, how much money they've spent, how OH so tired they are from all the cleaning, cooking, baking, shopping, wrapping, decorating etc. etc. etc. they've done.   All that stuff just bores me to tears.

And, you know, there's an answer to all that.

Don't do it.

And if you feel pressured by others, be they family, co-workers, friends, whomever, just remember - you have the ability to just say no.  Just do your holiday your way.  And for goodness sakes - enjoy it!  Life's too short to hate Christmas.

Don't want a tree?  Cool!  Don't put one up.  Put your favorite old teddy bear, or stuffed aligator on a table, stick a Santa hat, or a cowboy hat on his head and let your imagination go from there.  Surround him with silly things that have memories or that just make you laugh.

Don't want a big Christmas feast?  Fine!  Start your own Christmas dinner (or breakfast or lunch) tradition by having a family favorite.  Maybe it's pizza.  Or chocolate cake and ice cream for breakfast. Whatever!  Do it your way - make it fun.

Don't have the money to spend on gifts - or just don't want to?  No reason to do it then!  Find a movie or rent one that everyone likes - or one for each of you.  Share your time together watching a movie eating your favorite snackies while watching a light blink on your stuffed aligator's nose and shout an occassional HO! HO! HO! (or whatever).

Martha Stewart and all those cooking crafty sorts don't own Christmas. 

Take a minute to remember what it's really all about - not what some people have tried to make it be.

Life really is much too short to hate Christmas.

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 23

Topic of the Day

 

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"Empty"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 22

Topic of the Day

 

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"Turkey"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 21

Topic of the Day

 

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"Cook"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 20

Topic of the Day

 

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"Grateful"

 

 

 

I've been blessed with many things I'm grateful for
- my Donald, our Harley,
- family and dear friends, 
- our home 
-  my life.
I am so grateful and happy to be me.

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 19

Topic of the Day

 

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"Family"

 

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 18

Topic of the Day

 

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"Flow"

 

 

 

Photo by Don Barley

 

Molly Weston - Scurrying Into the Holidays

 

I've always had a bad habit of agreeing to almost anything that's as far as a month away. Couple that habit with the one of blurting out whatever pops into mind, I often find myself doing things I never really meant to do. Take this year for instance.

When our historical society president asked me if I'd help with Christmas decorations for our home tour, I agreed immediately. After all, I love the holiday and keep two fully decorated trees in my house year round. Getting my home all festive usually means cutting fresh greenery, pulling out candles, polishing silver, and hanging a wreath. Why not help decorate the old farm house that's home to our society?

The first challenge arose when we realized that many of the decorations on hand were plastic and not authentic to the time of the house. Remembering that I once used handmade ornaments exclusively, I announced, "I'm sure I've got plenty of yarn and felt ornaments and even some lace ones for a formal tree." Do you see where this is going?

Very quickly, I was thoroughly involved with decorating the whole house. This wasn't a problem—with several volunteers, a couple of evenings, and maybe a morning—we'd be done. Right. After a trip to the craft store and another to a fabric store, I was up to my ears in yarn, felt, calico, and glue.

I enlisted my husband in cutting a thorny bush (it has a multi-syllable Latin name that didn't stick with me) for a gumdrop tree and in making a stand to hold it. Fortunately, my Walgreens had a new shipment of red and green gumdrops that hadn't been shelved, but I spotted them above the Halloween candy. The store manager was nice enough to find a ladder and fetch them for me—claiming all the while that it was no trouble at all. He even helped me measure the candy canes until we found some just the right length to fit into my mouse ornaments.

 

 

I was on track to finish everything with no pressure. Until last Monday.

Our Peak City Singers were offered the opportunity to decorate a tree for a holiday charity auction. Trees from civic organizations, Scouts, and, evidently, senior citizen groups would be displayed during our downtown holiday kick-off weekend and then taken home by lucky bidders. I bit my tongue, knowing I was already over involved with decorating. It didn't matter. Consensus was quickly reached when one member offered to donate the tree. "What theme should we use?" someone asked.

I couldn't help it. My mouth opened before my brain could stop it, "Music!" After making the suggestion, it would have been churlish to refuse to help—wouldn't it? I warned Eileen (she's the artist in the group) that I couldn't really help, but I would research ideas for ornaments with a music theme—and bring a few prototypes.

As soon as I got home I moved to the computer to begin a search. "This won't take long at all," I figured. "I'll find some cute ideas, cut up some old sheet music, make some cuts and folds, and be done." What's the right phrase here? "Yeah, right."

I'd hardly begun my search (would you believe how MANY handcraft projects there are using old sheet music?) than I heard the ding of an incoming email—it was a request for the historical society to have a Christmas display in place for the same downtown event.

The same imp on my shoulder that prompted me to suggest a theme for the Singers' tree jumped into my fingers. Before I knew it, I had suggested a full-blown idea for the display. No sooner than I hit "send" than the acceptances came back to me—with assumptions that I'd coordinate things!

Fortunately for me, it's not yet the night before Christmas—'cause the creatures are definitely scurrying!

 

Have you experienced overbooking for the holidays?

Have you learned to say no?

Anybody got some vintage decorations to share?



Molly Weston lives, writes, and decorates in Apex NC with her husband and Lhasa Apso. She is editor of inSinC, the journal of Sisters in Crime. You've already seen she is a member of the Peak City Singers and the Apex Historical Society. Her website where she reviews mysteries is mysteryheel.blogspot.com.

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 17

Topic of the Day

 

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"Giant"

 

 

 

 

a literary giant, and my literary hero

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 16

Topic of the Day

 

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"House of Worship"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 15

Topic of the Day

 

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"Lips"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 14

Topic of the Day

 

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"Salt Shaker"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 13

Topic of the Day

 

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"Shoes"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 12

Topic of the Day

 

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"Sport"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 11

Topic of the Day

 

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"Anachronism"

 

 

 

 

In Honor of Veteran's Day - Sharon Wildwind

WINNING NAMES HAVE BEEN DRAWN OUT OF THE PINK WILLIE NELSON BASEBALL CAP.

AND,  THE WINNERS ARE PAT BROWNING, MARY FEATHERSTON (WHO LEFT A COMMENT AT FACEBOOK WHEN CAPTCHA WOULDN'T COOPERATE HERE), AND CARLEEN.  SEND ME YOU MAILING ADDRESS, PLEASE (BARLEYKW AT APPSTATE DOT COM) AND I'LL FORWARD YOUR ADDRESSES TO SHARON SO SHE CAN MAIL YOUR ARC OUT TO YOU.  AND THANKS, EVERYONE, FOR PARTICIPATING.  I HOPE YOU'LL GIVE SHARON'S WORK A TRY IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.  AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, PLEASE!

The Long, Long Trail Ends

by Sharon Wildwind

 

There’s a long, long trail a-winding

Into the land of my dreams,

Where the nightingales are singing

And a white moon beams.

 

There’s a long, long night of waiting

Until my dreams all come true;

Till the day when I'll be going down

That long, long trail with you.

~ Stoddard King and Alonzo (Zo) Elliott, December 1913

 

It’s been a long haul.

 

Even good things—maybe especially good things—come to an end. In three days, my publisher ships Loved Honor More, the final Elizabeth Pepperhawk/Avivah Rosen Viet Nam mystery. Five books in seven years isn’t exactly burning up the mystery world, but I’m very proud of the run, especially since I had a day job, family events happened and the publishing world got really crazy. In short, it was life as usual in the writing lane.

 

 

 

 

People ask me, won’t you miss your characters? Maybe a little, but it’s time they get on with their lives without me looking over their shoulder. When writing the final book, I faced different questions that in the other four. Did I want all of my characters to survive or was I going to polish off one or more? Was I truly finished with the series, or did I want to plant a few seeds in case I wanted to write #6,. #7, etc.?

 

The hardest thing was taking a dispassionate look at the fall of Saigon and the weeks that preceded it. Thirty-five years out, it still appeared to me to be an unmitigated disaster. Reading and thinking about it still inflamed old passions that I thought had died a natural death. They haven’t.

 

plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose (the more things change, the more they remain the same)

~ Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr (1808 – 1890), French critic, journalist, and novelist

 

The most fun thing was including a character named Kaye Barley. Yes, I did this with Kaye’s full permission. She said I could do almost anything I wanted, as long as the character got to wear cowgirl clothes at some point. She does.

 

One thing I’ve thought a lot about lately was the age span of Viet Nam veterans. At one end of the scale I imagined a grizzled supply sergeant who finished his thirty years in the military doing a tour of duty with the initial U.S. Military Assistance Advisor Group (M.A.A.G.), which, in 1956, assumed responsibility from the French for training South Vietnamese forces. My imaginary sergeant would have been about 48 when he was in Viet Nam, which would make him 104, were he still alive.

 

At the other end of the time span is the eighteen year-old Marine who was on the last helicopter out of Saigon on April 30, 1975. He’d be a spry 55 today.

 

Smack in the middle would have been a young Captain who led troops, flew helicopters, or worked in a field hospital during the late 1960s. His or her age today would be between 65 and 75. This includes my characters, and me.

 

We’re all a lot older, and a lot tougher than we were back in the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s a lot of water under the bridge, a lot of marriages, families, divorces, university degrees, second and third careers, dream vacations, hobbies, moves, and just plain survival because the ones of us who are still alive are, in every sense, survivors. Thanks to that pesky social media, we’re reconnecting with one another. In the past three years I’ve been contacted by and found information to contact more of the people I served with than I did in the previous thirty years. It’s a good feeling to get caught up on what’s happened since the last time we saw one another.

 

So my last advice to my characters is when computers come along, get one. Learn to use it. It’s going to come in really handy in about thirty-five years. Maybe on your journey to look up your old Army buds, you’ll look me up as well. I’ll be right here, waiting, and more than a little interested in how you’ve gotten on over the decades.

 

My last advice to you is that I have 3 Advanced Reading Copies of Loved Honor More that I’d love to send to 3 people reading this blog. I’ve left it up to Kaye to determine how those three people are chosen. So do what she tells you. And in the words of Bob Hope, “Thanks for the memories.”

 

 

Final quote:

You have never lived until you’ve almost died. To those who fight for it, life has a flavor the protected never know.

~ sign over a Mike Forces bar, Pleiku, RVN

 

 

A Footnote:
Sharon asked me to tell y'all how to win a copy of an Advanced Reading Copy of her latest and last Elizabeth Pepperhawk/Avivah Rosen mystery series.  I'm going to put the comments in our famous pink Willie Nelson Baseball cap and I will draw three names.  I'll do this on Monday, Nov. 12 and I'll come back here and post the names at Meanderings and Muses, so be sure you check back (and to be really really for sure for sure - include your email address with your comment).

I had to wait a day to post this (and only with Sharon's consent) because after eading Sharon's post I had a very long cry.  For a number of reasons - not least of which is the fact that Sharon showed a personal side of herself here.  That's a rare thing for her to do, being an intensely private person.

Sharon wrote, "Five books in seven years isn’t exactly burning up the mystery world, but I’m very proud of the run . . . "

But damn it, this is a series that SHOULD have been burning up the mystery world.  It should have and it still should.  No one has written about the Viet Nam war the way Sharon Wildwind has from the point of view that she has.  Not many people could.  And many who could have chosen not to, for a wide variety of reasons - many of them heartbreaking.

Many of us were here at home while loved ones fought a war that confused us all, including many who were fighting.

It was, and remains today, an emotional time in our lives. 

I first heard about Sharon's series was from my buddy Mary Jane Maffini.  She mentioned the books to me because A) she loved them, and B) because Sharon mentions Boone, NC.  Well, boy howdy, that was reason enough for me to pick up the first in the series.  Reading about Boone always just tickles me pink.  However - this time - I was hooked.  Seriously hooked.  And as I am wont to do when a book touches me, I dropped Sharon an email to tell her so.  And squealed about it at DorothyL where I learned I was far from her only fan.  Sharon Wildwind is one of those authors that just simply has not, for whatever reason, received the attention that this series and her talent deserves.  I've been an advocate of this series since I read the first chapter of the first book - and I will continue long after I've read the last chapter of this last book.  I urge each of you to give this series a try.  And, especially, if you're of an age that remembers Viet Nam the way I remember Viet Nam, you'll thank me for the introduction.

I've been lucky enough to have been a character in a few books.  Lucky and honored to have been in some acknowledgements.  These things are always a thrill.  But I have to say - this honor is going to live in my heart till the day I die.  Thank you, Sharon.  Not just for the honor of being a character in your book (which you know I love!), but for all you've done - I salute you, with great honor and great admiration.

NOTE:  Because the Blogger captcha thing is such a massive pain in the neck, anyone leaving a comment under my status about Sharon at my Facebook Page will also have their name tossed into the pink Willie Nelson baseball cap.  Thanks much!

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 10

Topic of the Day

 

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"School"

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 9

Topic of the Day

 

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"Tapestry"

 

 

 

I had a perfectly fine picture of the two tapestry bags, but then Harley showed up . . .  and, as we all know, it is all always about Harley!  and as it should be

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 8

Topic of the Day

 

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"Transport"

 

 

 

Photo by Don Barley

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 7

Topic of the Day

 

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"Tools/Toolbox"

 

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 6

Topic of the Day

 

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"Vase"

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 5

Topic of the Day

 

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"Well-Worn Book"


and most loved

 

 

 

November Photo A Day Challenge - Day 4

Topic of the Day

 

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"Women"



sisters of my heart

 

Judith Greber aka Gillian Roberts turns the tables on Kaye Barley

When I happily agreed to write a November 4^th guest blog for Kaye, I had no idea that Gillian Roberts would be nowhere in sight, the way alter-egos and figments often are, and Judy Greber would be: boarding with a hitherto unknown 85 year old woman in Florida, three thousand miles from home, working (volunteering) a minimum of 12 hours a day, seven days a week for the past ten weeks and singularly obsessed with Barack Obama’s re-election.

November 4^th means only: two more days to get out the vote. No time for either meandering or musing.

        Instead, I happily turn the tables and spotlight onto our hostess, and here is(almost) everything you (or at least I) ever wanted to know about Kaye!  Enjoy—and don’t forget to vote!

        --Judy Greber, aka Gillian Roberts
 

        

         

 

What prompted you to begin a blog?  When did it start? My memory is pathetic!

 

Pathetic memory?  Oh, gee – let’s don’t even talk about it.  I had to go to Meanderings and Muses and look up these dates – even the year had escaped me.

 

What prompted me to begin Meanderings and Muses was first being invited by The Stiletto Gang to do a guest blog about how I had recently quit smoking.  This was in September, 2008 (I had quit smoking in May).  

 

The following October, JT Ellison invited me to do a guest blog at Murderati about the “Internet Water Cooler.” 

 

I took to writing these types of pieces like a duck to water.  It was fun! 

 

Next thing that was getting ready to happen was that I was going to Bouchercon in Baltimore and it was my first mystery con.  I knew I’d want to write about it – and I knew I’d be taking lots of pictures.  What better place to share my B’Con experiences than at my very own blog.  (This after having been pretty outspoken about not really understanding the whole blog thing for a period of time.  One example of Kaye Barley eating her words).

 

So, I started Meanderings and Muses almost as soon as I got home from Baltimore in October 2008.  It turned out to be a very extensive piece, and honestly – no other format would have been available or appropriate.

 

Where else could I have written this sort of piece with all those pictures to go with the story?  I decided right then blogging rocked.  

 

There was one small problem.  I had NO idea what I was doing technically.  Blogger made it very easy – up to a point.  Then it all became complete gibberish to me, but, as in most things, with time came knowledge.  In the meantime, flying by the seat of my pants does usually get me where I’m going.

 

What was the original ‘shape’ you envisioned? Did you have an overall plan for Meanderings and Muses or did you think you’d let it grow organically—or what?

 

Like practically every other thing in my life, there was no plan.  Envisioning isn’t something I’m good at, apparently.  With very mixed results, I’ve always been a, “I think I’ll give that a try,” sort of person.  That’s not to say it’s something I recommend.

 

In the case of M&M, I now had a blog, and I had now written about my first Bouchercon.  Which was magical, by the way – and where I met you.

 

So, now what?  What do I talk about?  Will anyone read it – does anyone care what I have to say?  Do I have any ideas or topics in mind that might interest and engage others?  All the same niggles I had about blogs in the first place now reared their ugly heads and stared me down.

 

So, I just started writing.  Anything that crossed my mind might find its way to Meanderings and Muses, and after a while, it didn’t really matter if anyone read it or not simply because I was enjoying the process.  Blogging seemed to have been invented with me, and people like me, in mind.

 

I wrote about many subjects I’m still writing about today because they have particular meaning to me, ie, how so many people confuse being an introvert with being shy, the importance of girlfriends and connections, and being a small town girl.  I wrote about President Obama’s inauguration and about Aretha’s hat (which I thought was wonderful!).   And books, of course.  And authors.  And I did some give-aways.  And I did a “Best of 2008 Books and Authors List.”   The “Best of List” is one I have continued each year and can’t imagine not doing. 

 

And somewhere along the line I had the bright idea of inviting guests.  That’s when Meanderings and Muses hit its stride and, I think, found its own unique spot in the world of blogging and in the mystery community.

 

What’s the best thing about writing/managing the blog?

 

The best thing is the guests.  Wow.  I was so blissfully ignorant.  Would I, today, ask some of the writers I invited back then to commit to doing a guest blog?  Pfft.  No. 

 

As it happens, I just did it. 

 

And, out of kindness, or just because they were taken completely by surprise, who knows, but every single person I invited (except two) said yes.  I now have some of the best known names in the mystery world as annual guests – most of whom have been with me since the beginning.  Some of these people were already friends, some of them have become friends because of M&M.  Each has helped mold M&M into what it is today and I’ll be forever grateful. 

 

I’m proud beyond words of the guest list I have every year.  And not just the well-known and mid-list authors.  It’s been a lot of fun for me to discover new writers – and even more fun to introduce them to others.

 

And then there's one of my favorite aspects of M&M -  the writers who haven’t been published yet. They’re a very big part of the Meanderings and Muses community.  I expect to see more than one or two of them in print some day.

 

I sometimes have to nudge the readers who participate as guests to write a little something each year.  They have important things to say, but some of them worry about how to say it.  As it turns out, they’ve written a lot of the pieces that receive the most hits. 

 

I love Meanderings and Muses.  It’s a big part of my life and of my heart.

 

What’s the worst?

 

At first, and up until this year, the worst thing was doing it over dial-up.  No one would believe how many  pieces I thought I was finished only to have them hang up and then disappear. 

 

This was sometimes a major problem when guests would send their pieces later than I had requested – and/or used a lot of fancy formatting I’d have to strip out before posting.

 

There’s been a lot of midnight oil burned doing guest spots.

 

Any surprises along the way?

 

The surprises have been few, really, but some rather astounding at times.  Some of the posts, on my part, get a little personal – to be expected because it’s my blog.  I have occasionally been surprised by the personal and quite poignant pieces by the guests.  There are a few that have brought tears.  Some because of their beauty – some because they have broken our hearts.  I’m touched that people have chosen Meanderings and Muses to share some of these stories.  

 

Surprises on a more personal level include two pieces starting their lives as blog posts and growing into pieces juried and accepted in two separate anthologies.   I am over the moon proud of both those anthologies and being a part of the huge talent involved.

 

To me, your exuberant personality is the essence  of this blog, but how much of yourself do you feel you actually share—or think you should share—with your readers? Is there a “Kaye Barley, blogger” vs. Kaye Barley wife, writer, retiree, dog-lover, beach-lover…etc., etc.

 

I am pretty much a “what you see, is what you get” person.  And I’m very open about a lot of things.  I have an opinion on just about everything and I’m going to share it.  What better place than at my own blog?  There’s no one out there who has read Meanderings and Muses who has a doubt in their mind about which political party I favor, or how much I detest mean people.  Bullies, I’m sure, have their own circle of hell awaiting them and that makes me happy.

 

I’m not one of those people who uses the internet to be any different than I am in person.  If someone has stepped on my toes, I’m going to say so – either face to face or in writing.  But rest assured – where or how I tell you how I feel is never going to change the fact that I am going to tell you how I feel.  I’m not scared of much, and speaking my mind has never frightened me.

 

This sometimes leads people to believe I’m going to share my whole life.  But, no – I’m not.  Not even close. 

 

And I try to be very careful that what I do share is actually mine to share.  Not my Donald’s, not my mother’s, not close friends’.  Their stories are not mine just because I happen to know them.  I have to remember that and walk a fine line.

 

Some questions for Kaye Barley, reader extraordinaire and in addition, writer of long fiction: First, now that you’ve written a novel (hooray!) do you read other people’s work differently or with different expectations?

 

(Heeee!  Thank you for that “hooray!”  Can you believe it??) 

 

I do think I start a new book by reading differently.  I find myself looking at things, studying them and learning from them  – but then the longer I read a particular book – if it’s one I’m enjoying - that falls away and I’m then just reading as I always did, savoring the beauty and cadence of the words, the phrases that touch me and the story.   I find myself falling in love with the characters and the setting.  And I’m glad.  I don’t want to find myself critiquing and deconstructing everything I read.  I want to read purely for enjoyment and escape and my love of words and story.  I hope I’ll always be able to do that.

 

What prompted your novel?

 

Good question!

 

Actually – you had a good bit to do with it.  You and Earl Staggs – who both told me early on that you thought I had a distinct voice that could work well for me if I ever decided to try my hand at fiction.  Those conversations ebbed and flowed for a long time, but my interest, then, wasn’t in writing fiction.  I didn’t think it ever would, really.  (Example #2 of Kaye Barley eating her words).

 

I was happy as I could ever imagine writing the sort of pieces I was writing.  It thrilled me when I learned that they even had a name – “Creative Non-Fiction.”  Cool! 

 

I was over the moon when I submitted my first piece which was accepted for publication in the anthology “Clothes Lines.”  And just as proud to be accepted for a second – “Women’s Spaces Women’s Places.” During a group get-together Celia Miles, the editor of both anthologies, had for the writers she told me something I will never ever forget.  She said, “I hope you’ll continue writing, you were born to write.”  I was stunned to hear the words and overcome emotionally.  And I will never ever forget the feeling.  That coming from a woman I admire as much as I do Celia is something to be cherished – as is she.

 

And then I retired.

 

And I wasn’t filling my days as productively as I would have liked.  This after having made myself one promise when I retired – to spread my wings.  I would now have the time to explore creative outlets I had not had the time to explore while working.

 

And so, I started writing a novel.

 

I remembered reading the quote about writing the book you want to read, and decided that’s what I would do.

 

I’m drawn to novels with strong characters with strong connections and who share a clear, strong love and loyalty to one another.  I enjoy a setting as a character on its own.  I love the south and a lot of my favorite authors and books are southern.  There was never a question about it being set anywhere but the south.  I have a close bond with the ocean, an intense love of the beauty and sheer raw energy of it, the beach, the marshes and the coast.  So all those things were my “given.” Other things I enjoy, both in my life and in my fiction, include art, pretty clothes and good food.  So – I tossed those into the mix as well.  Magic?  Love it – let’s have a little!  Wise women - GOTTA have a wise older woman or two, and if one of them ends up being a ghost - well, it's the south so it'll work.  And then, just like Alice Hoffman said – the characters took on a life of their own and started writing the words.  Wow.  I had always heard writers say this happened, but this was my first experience with it.  I have to say – it’s a powerful thing.  At the end of the day I would go back and read what I had written and often find passages I truly did not remember writing.  And I’d think to myself, “did I write that?  I like it!”

 

It was a secret for a very long time.  You knew and Earl knew.  And Donald knew.  That was it. 

 

You, being you – were supportive and helpful in all ways.  Your personalized copy of YOU CAN WRITE A MYSTERY is always close by – along with Anne Lamott’s BIRD BY BIRD, and Stephen King’s ON WRITING.

 

Earl, on the other hand – has stood next to me with a whip!  Actually, he has held my hand and patiently walked me through the process from day one until almost two years later we said, “The End” together.  I lost track of how many drafts we did.  Each time I thought I was finished he’d say,  “no, not yet.”  And I’d find myself working on yet another draft.  And, loathe as I often was to admit it, each one was better than the last.

 

Now, the manuscript is out to a few “First Readers.”  Once it comes back I’ll have some decisions to make.  More re-writes, or not.  We’ll see.

 

Any wisdom or warnings you’d want to impart to somebody beginning their first novel?

 

DO IT!  And don’t wait for “the right time.”  Just do it.  A year is going to pass whether you’re writing or not.  Do you want to look back and wish you had started that book?  Just do it.   And, you know what – do it for “YOU.”  Forget about all the other stuff – the publishing end, the querying, the critiques – just write it for yourself.   No one will ever be able to take that accomplishment away from you.  No one.

  

What was your work routine while writing Whimsey?

 

I wrote almost every day.  At first, my routine consisted of getting up with Donald and as he was going to work, I would go to the gym, run errands, come home and write.  Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes well into the night – that just depended on whether the characters were feeling particularly playful and creative that day or not.

 

After a while the routine changed.  I would send pages to Earl and then I’d be so excited when they came back I’d start working on them.  It didn’t matter if I saw his email at 11:00 at night or 6:00 in the morning, or what had been on the schedule for that day.  The writing pretty much took over.  After that, there was no routine, really.  Except that I would still write almost every single day.

 

Any surprises along the way? Had you plotted it out beforehand? Did that plot work?

 

Oh, you’ve made me laugh.  Surprises?  More than I’ll live long enough to tell.  And some I shouldn’t.

 

The first surprise was how much I didn’t know, and admittedly, a lot of which I still don’t.  Luckily, I had an angel by the name of Earl.  If I had had even a clue as to what I didn’t know about writing, it’s doubtful I would have started.  Earl Staggs made most of the doubts disappear and had me forging forward.

 

Not many people writing their first novel will be lucky enough to have a one-on-one writing class like I did.  Earl Staggs is a terrific writer.  He’s also a great teacher.  He’s an editor beyond the pale.  He’s not one to let you slide and when I wanted to just quit, he had a sly way of keeping me in the game. 

 

The next surprise was how hard it was.  And a very good friend said to me, “the only people who don’t think it’s hard are those people who haven’t done it.”  True, that.

 

A really big surprise came when I finally finished the manuscript to the point that I felt like it was ready to be seen.   I was surprised, honestly, that finding the guts to let it go and be seen was harder than writing it.

 

 

So.  I sent the first ten pages to someone – a writer.  The very VERY first critique I got started off, “Oh, Kaye, I so wanted to like this.” 

 

Thump. 

 

That was the sound of my heart hitting the floor before it shattered into a million pieces. 

 

But – there were valid points made and I paid attention and rewrote some of those first 10 pages.

 

But then I was scared to death to let anyone else see it.

 

But – Hank Phillippi Ryan said to me – “Somebody’s got to see it sooner or later – RIGHT?!”

 

Well – of course, she was right.

 

I then sent the first two chapters to four writer friends.  Each replied with something kind in the subject line of the email (something everyone should remember to do if asked to do a critique, in my humble opinion – it made a world of difference to that “thing" - that huge lump that had taken up residence in my stomach).  Each started off with an encouraging word and then proceeded to make comments on what they had read.  The surprise here is that each person had totally different takes on the same two chapters.  Something that bothered one, got applause from another, etc.  Interesting and an exercise I learned from.

 

Had I plotted it beforehand?  No.  Honey, I didn’t know plots from popcorn. 

 

I had a basic premise and that really didn’t waver.  Characters pushed their way in (some I pushed back out), and a story line I wanted from the very beginning changed in a major way, then disappeared completely.

 

And then Earl let me know (in his inimitable gentle manner) that I didn’t have a plot at all.  Just a bunch of really nice characters with no conflict and it was just boring as hell.  Pffftt!

 

So now there’s a plot.  There are still some really nice characters, but there is conflict.  And there’s magic.  Some folks may not like it – but I’m proud of it, and hey – I like it.  And really, I’m the person I was writing it for.  I wrote a novel I wanted to read which is just what I started out to do.  If it brings others some enjoyment, that’s the cherry on top.

 

 

What’s next?

 

Good question!  I wish I knew!!!!  Right now I’m still waiting to hear back from first readers, including another writer friend. 

 

Depending on what the readers say, and how many agree on what they think individually. That’s going to help determine whether or not I think I still have more work to do or if I’m ready to start the agent query process (which scares me to death).

 

If the agent queries turn up nothing, I’m thinking about what I might do, but no decisions yet.  I’ll be 64 years old this month, so truthfully?  I’m not sure I want to give as much time to the querying, the heartbreak of rejections and all that, as some people would.  I’m going to try the traditional route – but I don’t think I’m willing to give it years of trying.  An eBook is not something that puts me off and while I’m querying I’m planning on looking into this as well.

 

In the meantime, I’m making notes for Book #2.  It’s not a series, but I’d like to do a book about each of my main characters – five lifelong women friends who are artists and have returned home to the Island of Whimsey to pursue their art.  And a wicked pixie named Earlene who favors tight fitting designer clothes and Louboutin stilettos and a cigar smoking matriarchal ghost who drops in from time to time to make sure things are going as planned.

 

 

Was it hard writing both the blog and a novel at the same time?

 

It’s been hard.  Mostly because if I was writing for Meanderings and Muses I felt guilty and felt like if I was writing I should be writing for Whimsey (the working title of my novel). 

 

In the midst of all this, I received an invitation from the elegant, delightful and OH so talented Hank Phillippi Ryan to join the Jungle Red Writers at their blog as “Oh, Kaye!”  -  a monthly contributor.  I was so thrilled, I put aside my guilt.  You kidding – Jungle Red!  Wow!  Forget guilt!  So, some of what I would maybe have written for Meanderings and Muses has instead gone to Jungle Red, which I’m honored to be a part of. 

 

This allowed me to pursue another love that I could use Meanderings and Muses for - photography. Donald and I both have been interested photography for a very long time - sharing some of our work at M&M has become an almost daily exercise, and one we both enjoy. We're part of an incredible group of people doing a photo a day challenge. Spreading my wings is turning out to be a fabulous thing to do - I hope I remember to keep doing it and not relax into a position of just existing without creative challenges.

 

The writing end of Meanderings and Muses is being kept afloat for the most part by my weekly guests.  They’re getting as many hits as ever, so my not being there much hasn’t made a bit of difference in M&M’s audience.  Oddly enough, even though there are usually a few hundred hits per day, there are not a lot of commenters.  This used to worry me, now I don’t really give it much thought other than I worry that the guests might feel ignored or slighted.  But what I’ve been told by many of the writers is that they see a surge in their amazon numbers after they’ve visited.    And that’s a great thing!  If someone discovers a new writer, or picks up a book because of Meanderings and Muses I have done a good thing and I’m happy.

 

What’s ahead for Meanderings and Muses?

 

ANOTHER great question!

 

I don’t know.  It’s never going to go away – but it will change.  And change is good.

 

It has, truthfully, changed a little every year.  Some of the guest writers are now writing about things other than their books.  One year we featured people’s work spaces - one year we featured some of their pets.  This year we’ve had more “chats” featuring two or three people at a time having a conversation.

 

This year I posted a lot of poetry during the month of April because it’s National Poetry Month.  This did not eliminate our mystery writers because some are also poets.  Reed Farrel Coleman is a wonderful poet and I was happy to post some of his work. While some of our mystery writers were shy about sharing their work, they did share privately, and some suggested poets to me they thought I might enjoy.

 

Next year, however, will be different from the others in that I don’t have a schedule of guest bloggers.  I intend to have guests – but not as many, and perhaps just randomly.  I’m still sorting through all that.

 

I don’t feel like, right now, I have the time  to dedicate to Meanderings and Muses at a level that I once did.  At least, not while I'm working on all the many aspects of writing and rewriting Whimsey and all the things that follow, but that could change in a minute.  I like knowing that if I wake up in the middle of the night with something on my mind I have this wonderful spot that’s all mine where I can write and sort through it all.  That’s become a very important fact of my life.

 

It will always, though, always be a place with the mystery community at its heart.

 

We’ll just see where it all goes . . . .

 

What question do you wish I’d have asked you instead of/in addition to these?

 

Jude, I don’t think you missed a thing!  And it’s been a bunch of fun.  Before we say "The End," I want to thank you for all the support you've given me.  And for always being there to answer a question, or let me bat around a few ideas.  Mostly though, I want to thank you for what you're doing in Florida.  You've always been an inspiration, but making this big move to temporarily leave your beloved home and much adored family to work on a cause you believe in so deeply is worthy of "Hero Status."  Hugs, my friend.  You are the best.