Here in WideSpot we are in the midst of farms. Lots of corn and soy. Some sorghum. These crops produce a meteorological condition known as “corn sweat.”
WideSpot is my Kansas hometown. It’s vaguely in the northwest quarter of the state. I try to work every day, but the hot weather has knee-capped me and I have struggled to just keep the house in a sort of hygienic manner. My other excuse is that I am writing romance and that’s hard to do when every minute of the day you’re sticky.
This is a lovely summer illustration. However, Rick and Anne are in the Pacific Northwest, Oregon to be exact. They have no corn sweat. not even pine sweat.
There is hope. Next week the humidity that is part of our current weather front will be carrying approximately half of the humidity.
I’ll be back at editing then. I make no guarantees for the rest of August.
I laid around and played around too long. The end has to be rewritten completely. Working on that!
Something new coming at the end of July. I’ve decided to dig out the bell-bottoms and go back to the good old days. Anne and Rick (Frederick) are now inhabiting Oregon in 1976. We’ll see how it all works out.
I’ve never tried marketing in any serious way, so this will be new. On July 01, I and many other Jane Austen Fan Fiction writers will each be offering a free ebook. If you’ve ever wanted to read Persuade Me Again but hesitated, now’s you chance to pick it up gratis!
to being a Boomer. When did that happen? In the 90s, I, along with two other intrepid writers learned HTML, created web pages by the digital ton, and learned how to navigate various chat platforms when they were still pretty new. Now I am struggling to figure out WordPress. Again.
Here in WideSpot we are in the midst of farms. Lots of corn and soy. Some sorghum. These crops produce a meteorological condition known as “corn sweat.” WideSpot is my Kansas hometown. It’s vaguely in the northwest quarter of the state. I try to work every day, but the hot weather has knee-capped me and…
!UPDATE! I laid around and played around too long. The end has to be rewritten completely. Working on that! Something new coming at the end of July. I’ve decided to dig out the bell-bottoms and go back to the good old days. Anne and Rick (Frederick) are now inhabiting Oregon in 1976. We’ll see how…
I’ve never tried marketing in any serious way, so this will be new. On July 01, I and many other Jane Austen Fan Fiction writers will each be offering a free ebook. If you’ve ever wanted to read Persuade Me Again but hesitated, now’s you chance to pick it up gratis! The website to find…
I’m taking online classes and only writing in fits and starts, so I thought I’d let the WordPress wheel of chance direct me today.
A man who impacted me positively would be my grandfather. Howard Morrow was born in a small town in Illinois where his father owned a pharmacy and he jerked sodas when he was a teenager.
He married my grandmother and worked for a while in a coal mine. They had my mother then moved to California. He had tuberculosis and was 18 months in a sanitorium and then on 18 months bedrest. He opened a store to repair shoes and eventually went to work for a company as a sort of electrical engineer. He had no formal schooling, but was brilliant. He taught himself anything he wanted to know—without the internet—both technical and artistic.
He and my grandmother came to live with us in north Idaho when I was in junior high. I hung out with him nearly as much as I hung out with friends.
In hindsight, I know he was imperfect. Very. He didn’t lie and cheat, he kept himself cloistered emotionally from his family. He was highly creative and didn’t share that freely. He loved strangers and listening to their stories, but he didn’t listen to his own wife or daughter.
I’m naturally a lot like Howard. I push myself every day to be a creative person, but also very different from my grandfather. Because in the end, your creativity may touch strangers, but your family will be impacted by your presence. Or lack of it.
We have one more shopping weekend before Christmas. If you are still in that mode, godspeed. If you’re finished, congratulations. If things are hard this year and shopping is out of the question, prayers and/or good wishes towards those you care about never go amiss.
Susan Kaye, writer 