Celebrating Laughter and a Hero


This is the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, run by Lexa Cain and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits.



I remember as a little girl I always loved to watch a cartoon called ‘Yogi Bear’, featuring a rascally bear who lived in Jellystone park.  One day my father called to my brother and me, saying that we needed to some in and watch Yogi Bear.

We came pelting inside only to stand and stare at some fellow in a baseball uniform.  Yogi Bear?

“That’s his name,” Dad said.  “Well… Yogi Berra.” 
We grimaced in disgust (I preferred football, myself) and went back out to play.

Over the years I began to smile at the things Yogi said and, ultimately, admire him.  His turns of phrase were guaranteed to make me laugh, and while people talked about it being an inherent goofiness in the fellow, I thought it was the comedic gift coming out.  What is more enjoyable than watching someone pulling another’s leg?

And when the AFLAC (disability insurance) ad came along featuring Yogi Berra I sat back with a grin.  It’s one of my all-time favorite commercials:

He was a great catcher, a great athlete, a good man…and I learned that he was one of those at the Normandy landing on D-Day  The last Yogi-ism of his that I heard, just recently, was this: 

I sit and I thank the good lord I was in the Navy. We ate good, clean clothes, clean bed. You see some of these Army men, what they went through, that’s the one I felt for.

I hadn’t known.  Like a lot of his generation, he did not brag.  So I celebrate a good guy who made me laugh, made that AFLAC duck squawk, and quietly did his duty during the war.

Celebrations are everywhere, if you know where to look.

What are you celebrating?  

Small Celebrations, September 11 2015 – Victoria Randall, Author


This is the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, run by Lexa Cain and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits.



Today I am celebrating a writer I came to ‘know’ on the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Forum message boards when I entered the ABNA contest.

Victoria RandallVictoria Randall was knowledgeable, forthright (very useful when you really do want criticism and guidance), and she wrote some fascinating things, of which more later.

Recently, she posted a request for beta-reads in a collection of short Shorts that she was putting out.  I had found her other work intriguing, and I volunteered.  I read the book, enjoyed it immensely, and purchased a copy when it was published.  My review is here.  But more about that later.

I approached her and asked if she would be willing to have a spot on my blog, and she graciously agreed.  Her work is fascinating and her writing is beautiful.  Read on:

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Victoria Randall, Author

I really enjoy envisioning scenarios set in other times and other worlds, 
and characters’ reactions to situations they’re confronted with, like a 
talking sandwich or a weaponized cat.


Children in Hiding
(dystopian)


                         Get On Board little Children   Come On Home Children   City of Hidden Children

I like creating characters with differing points of view. It was a challenge coming up with the three different heroines of my dystopian trilogy, Children in Hiding. They are roughly the same age, but couldn’t be alike. 

The first, Sophie, is a practical, down to earth, but romantic at heart young woman who works in a childcare center, and finds herself unexpectedly pregnant in a future when having a baby without a license is a felony. She has to rise to the situation and take drastic steps to protect her child.

The second, Willa, grew up in the warehouse system for abandoned children, escaped from it, but carries the scars of feeling unwanted; despite her insecurity she determines to try anything to protect her small daughter from similar brutality. 

The third is Katy, Willa’s daughter grown to adolescence; she was raised in luxury as a result of her mother’s choices and is self confident, tempted to focus on herself, but chooses to try and rescue her friends still trapped in the warehouse system.
I’m pretty happy about how those three books turned out.

I asked her about her system of writing.  What works for her?  Does she have a specific way?

My system is to come up with a plot or an idea, carry it around in my head for awhile for my subconscious to work on, then outline it and flesh it out as I write. It usually changes a lot in the writing.

Could she share some of her writing that has made her happy?

Some writing that I’m proud of is the description of the riot at the end of City of Hidden Children, book three of the trilogy, inspired mostly by the WTO riots here in Seattle. My rioters, living thirty years in the future and under a brutal and oppressive police force, are more restrained than the WTO rioters, but they have been pushed to their limit by the use of children in labor camps and for body parts. I think it’s a timely topic.

Here’s my policeman, Zander, addressing his fellow cops who are facing the mob in riot gear:

Zander pushed his way to the front of the crowd and raised a hand. “Take a good look, men. These could be your children—do you recognize any of them? They’re your brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces. They’re our people—are you going to shoot them down? You need riot gear for this kid?” He turned and pointed to a small boy of five or six. “You going to use rubber bullets or pepper spray on the babies here? What’s  your plan?”

A tense silence fell. Then a police officer straightened up and tore off his riot helmet. “I’m with you,” said his friend Pete Hastings, dropping his baton and stepping forward. He turned to look at the line of men. “Drop it, chief. We’re not attacking kids.”

These books are meant to be exciting futuristic thrillers with a serious undertone. Shadowcat, on the other hand, is just for fun, and I had fun writing it. I hope others enjoy reading it.

(And for those who would love to read more, the links in the titles are ‘geotargeted’, which means that they will take you to whatever Amazon store is yours, whether US, UK, Japan, or anywhere else.  DW)

And now, Shadowcat (link is geotargeted):


                                                                SHADOWCAT
There is a misty place between sleep and waking, where if you wander long, you may find yourself caught in a world of strangeness. You may meet the irrepressible Shadowcat, recruiter for the Catmasters Guild, who use cats as weapons. You may hear of a colony of spacefarers who have vanished completely, or encounter a sandwich with a terrifying ultimatum, or meet the last known human being in the universe. You may find that the voice in your mind is not yours at all, or learn that time travel has its drawbacks. 

Seven short stories set in the future, and on other worlds, and in this one, which is strange enough when you think about it. 

You can’t miss.  Try them – and enjoy them.

What are you celebrating?  

August 21, 2015 – Small celebrations: Stars, Poetry and Roses


This is the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, run by Lexa Cain and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits.


So, what am I celebrating? 

Just pretty things.  I tend to be very visual, and things that make me look and smile

I thought I’d celebrate some beautiful things that, to me, come together.  The first is the last half of the last stanza of Ralph Hodgson’s The Song of Honour, which is nearly my favorite poem of all time.  The other is an image that somehow fits with it.

I stood and stared; the sky was lit,

The sky was stars all over it,
I stood, I knew not why,
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
Design by Toni Ig
And, of course, Roses, like Paris, are always a good idea.

A bouquet of roses brightens a rainy day at Jardins, Jardin Aux Tuileries, annual Paris garden show. © Sheron Long
Paris Flower show at the Jardins des Tuileries. Photo © Sheron Long

What are you celebrating?  

Celebrations, August 14, 2015


Time to celebrate the small things with Lexa Cain‘s blog hop.  Do visit our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits.

So, what am I celebrating? 

Let me see…
It has been a difficult week for various reasons.  It is, thank goodness, drawing to a close, which I can celebrate.  It has made me realize that sometimes the things that you celebrate are things that did not happen. 
I am not stuck in California where the drought is becoming dangerous. 

I am not dealing with a terminally ill loved one.

Not sure why Solzhenitsyn has a litter box in front of him…

I am not forced to consider having my 19 year old cat, BJ, euthanized.  (Although, he is so hale, hearty and healthy, he may be celebrating having me euthanized one of these days since I am willing to swear that he may outlive me.  …though he did give me a scare a few months back.) 
I did not give in to my baser instincts and order a pie-o-gram to be sent to various people who have, this week, made life difficult or annoying for me.  No, BJ and Solzhenitsyn were not contemplated as recipients. 



Houses in Picardy…


I am looking forward to the weekend and the (remote) possibility of winning the lottery, if I can remember to purchase a ticket.  This will enable me to sell my house, purchase one in Picardy, and move to France, where I will be able to visit Paris  (which is always a good idea) when it suits me..  One of the units on the left would be satisfactory to me.  …though there are some palaces there that might be nice but for the issue of heating. 
Always a good idea…




I am looking forward to incorporating the corrections outlined by my scribbles (see last week’s post), and I had a bit of a breakthrough regarding a character arc I had been fiddling with.  This involves actual honest-to-goodness writing and is always worth celebrating.

…and now, having indulged some daydreams, I’m off to read the others.

What are you celebrating?  

Friday Celebrations August 7, 2015


It’s Celebration time with Lexa Cain‘s blog hop celebrating the small things.  The blog itself, started by VikLit, is something to celebrate.  Visit our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.


 I am celebrating the end of the week, which should have started Tuesday afternoon, when I acquired the niggling notion that the next day was Friday, and each succeeding day I woke up to learn that it was nothing of the sort, and I had more days to go.  At least I did not run mad waiting and the weekend is (almost) finally here.


That is not to say that my place of employment is a nasty place to be.  Far from it.  But there’s something about  Saturday…


I will, once again, pack up and head out, this time to the lovely state of Vermont, traversed by the Green Mountains, a branch of the Appalachians, if I recall correctly.

The Green Mountains of Vermont

I grew up all over the United States, including Hawaii, but Vermont, my maternal grandparents’ home, was a sort of ‘home base’ for me and my siblings.  Grandparents, great-aunts and -uncles are gone now, but the mountains are still there, and I’ll be packing my camera.

I’ll be bringing a manuscript with me, involving  huge crocodile (see upper right of my blog page), that is in First Final Edit mode.  It’s a fable, and enjoyable.  Long enough at ~50,000 words to have complexity, but short enough to be relaxing.  And at the moment I’m doing what I love: taking a red pencil and making corrections and such.  Somehow, digital manuscripts are nice enough, but there’s nothing like  marking up paper.  And I have two colors of markers along with a ball point pen.  What more can you ask for?



Free champagne!  Well, that ain’t gonna happen, but one can dream!


What are you celebrating?  

Celebrations, July 31, 2015



Today’s post is part of Lexa Cain‘s blog hop celebrating the small things.  Visit our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.


Today I am celebrating nothing in particular (the best kind of celebration) that ended up as an exercise in creativity (the best kind of exercise, since you aren’t likely to fall and break an ankle as you are if you are doing strenuous physical exercise).


I am doing a beta-read for a friend from a writing board.  She has a collection of short stories with a Sci-Fi bent that will be coming out in the next few months.  I’ll ask her if I can feature it here.  I haven’t done more than skim, since I just got it yesterday, but one of the stories, featuring a cat, got me thinking about designs, cats, night, the stars, and the moon.

I started thinking how I might express a ‘Night Cat’ (not her term), and spent a happy hour or two doing it.

First you need a cat.  There’s this beautiful photo that I’ve loved for a long time:


This is a Maine Coon cat, arguably America’s original longhair.  DNA tends to show that they came over with the Vikings.  They are formidable mousers, very laid back, smart and almost dog-like.  Mine, now dead at a grand age and sorely missed, certainly loved the dog, but tended to thwack him with a paw.
I needed a night sky, which was a fairly easy assignment.  There are plenty of images available.  In my case, I wanted darkness and stars as a nice background.  I went to an old favorite:

I generally like a sky with a very dark blue tint, but in this case, I thought, black would be fine.  So I used it.

The cat would be a shadow against the sky, invisible unless you knew where to look, the embodiment of midnight (very amusing, if you happen to be acquainted with Maine Coons, but still…

I fiddled with things, adjusted shadows and highlights, frowned, tweaked, and came up with an image that isn’t a bad first effort.  I’ll fiddle more later:

I’m off to visit family this weekend.  One of them has learned that she will need a hip replacement operation.  This is not a bad development: the rest of the family has known it for a long time.  Now I must get her to understand that it will ultimately help her.  The fact that she is in my life (she’s my mother) is a very good reason to celebrate.

What are you celebrating?  

Celebrating the Small Things – July 10, 2015


Welcome to ‘Celebrating the Small Things’, started by VikLit (bless her!) and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonya Drecker at Kidbits.  Go visit them!  

Today I am celebrating surviving a hectic week at work and the weekend that will include an overnight trip to Maine, the land of craggy coasts, charming towns, some nifty cities and some really good food!  My charming old Labrador Retriever, white face and all, is at what he seems to think of as ‘summer camp’ where he gets to snooze, romp, stuff his face, get fussed over, bark, slobber, and generally act like a happy old doofus of a dog.





Where I’ll be

My car is packed and ready, I’ll be topping the gas, and tomorrow morning, early, I’ll be heading north (pronounced ‘nowath’ by the natives).  Why not leave tonight?  Errr…  Well, only a fool heads toward Main and the Mountains on a Friday night in July. 

Lovely place to lunch or dine…

I will be snatching lunch on Saturday at a little place called Azure Cafe in Freeport.  I stumbled upon this my last visit, when I was hungry and asked the local folks for a lunch recommendation.  This was one of them, and I liked the patio.  The food was simple but with a little spark that indicated to me that the chef had a real understanding of taste, flavor and presentation, and had imagination and a sense of humor.  Surprise!  I learned later that it had won quite a few awards.  The food was great and the people were just lovely.  So I will be lunching there tomorrow.

Incidentally, there’s a website called ‘Tripadvisor’ (www.tripadvisor.com) that is by and for travelers who give feedback on their experiences.  I have a few reviews there, and I have not been steered wrong when I looked things up.

Lots to celebrate!  How about you?  

Small Celebrations, June 19, 2015



Today I am ‘Celebrating the Small Things’ in this delightful blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.

Today (Friday, June 19) I am celebrating surviving a hectic week at work, the advent of the weekend, and the feeling of renewal that has come to me in the past few weeks.  It has been a time of hurry, bother, harassment (as in crazy busy), and wondering why on earth I’m doing this nonsense when I would so much rather be somewhere else doing something else.

John Denver was associated too much with ‘Thank God I’m a Country Boy’ to be taken seriously by many.  He had a lot of depth to him, and he died too young.  His song “Looking for Space” expresses how I sometimes feel:

What’s the point of puzzling over things?  the lyrics express it well:

              On the road of experience, join in the living day.
              If there’s an answer it’s just that it’s just that way,


That’s good enough for me.  I just keep on keeping on, chipping away at projects, savoring the good moments, and trying to convey the peace.

What are you celebrating?  

Small Celebrations May 29,2015: a Small Vacation and a Large Doofus



This is the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.

Over the years this wonderful hop has made lots of people pause, consider, smile, often laugh outright and, maybe, mist up.  I think gratitude often has a touch of tears to it.

Map of the coast of Maine, with Boothbay at center
View from my hotel

Today (meaning Friday, May 29) I am celebrating by driving about 250 miles north and east to the Maine coast, to visit Boothbay harbor.  The Maine coast is full of inlets and islands, perfect to moor a boat or explore.  I encountered Boothbay quite by accident on early June day when I agreed to travel to a Maine-based potter (Edgecomb Potters, founded by a man and his wife who grew tired of teaching and became potters.  And very fine ones they are, too.  Nice people, as well. 

View of the little church in Boothbay

As it happened, they had a store just up the coast from Boothbay, and when I was through  transacting my mother’s business (“Would you pick up a birthday gift for your sister, dear?  I have an idea for it, and you know the area.  Thank you so much!”) I drove into the little harbor town and stopped at a restaurant to have a bite of lunch.  Would I like to sit on the terrace?  Yes, I thought I would.    

So I disposed my bags and boxes, straightened – and looked out into a little harbor in mid-afternoon sun.  The water sparkled like diamonds, in the middle distance a sloop was heeling over in the cool wind, and the pines were dancing in the breeze.  I’m afraid I fell in love.

I’ve gone back nearly every year.  Tomorrow is the day.  By the way, the photo at the top is the view from what will be my deck in the old, refurbished house.

As the ads say, “I need it bad.”  What are you celebrating?  

Celebrations, May 15 2015 – Grandmother



Welcome to the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless new leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.

What am I celebrating?  Well, once upon a time, longer ago than I care to recall, I  had a grandmother (my mother’s mother) who was a wonderful cook. She made apple pie, strawberry rhubarb pie, crisp-skinned roast chicken…  All things good seemed to come from her kitchen.

And the kitchen itself was a wonderful place, full of delicious smells, with a table in the corner and lots of comfortable kitchen chairs to settle into and watch Grandma cook.

She made doughnuts (Dunkin Donuts would be jealous), cookies…  She came from an old homesteading family, out in North Dakota, and she somehow ended up in Vermont.  She wasn’t just a cook (‘just’ is not derogatory; she did a lot of things) she dealt with antiques, was busy with the town she lived in, and she was a wonderful grandmother.  She died long ago, and I miss her still.

The cover


Well, while visiting my mother, who is older now than my grandmother was when she died, I came across, forgotten in a drawer, a beat up old book:

I opened it, scanned it…  Why had I never seen it before?  It wasn’t as though I was never in the kitchen.  …Although my mother was a charming pack-rat when it came to recipes, with clippings going back to the fifties and sixties.

I opened the book and began to look at the
recipes.  I saw some old favorites…

…Boston Cream Pie!


Boston Cream Pie (actually a cake with custard filling and a chocolate-iced top:

Molasses what?

Molasses everything (they used a lot of it in Victorian times on the Great Plains)

So many things that Grandma made, that I had thought long gone.  Yes, my mother had transcribed some of the older recipes from her grand parents: (“Take butter the size of a walnut, mix well with flour and roll out until satisfactory.  Add essence of lemon and let sit…”)

What else was there?  Well, lots of old favorites, including date-filled cookies that, I hoped, were the cookies I remembered as a child.  They looked right…

“Mom?” I said, “May I borrow this?”

She frowned and looked up. “What is it?”

“Grandma’s cookbook.”

She had forgotten she had it.  Grandma’s departure had been hard, with her leaving my grandfather who was in his late nineties.  Things were done hurried.  “Well, yes,” she said.  “But be careful with it.”

Oh, I will be.  I’ve been reading the recipes and toying with the notion of putting them in a cookbook, just for the family, with facsimile pages, with some of the recipes transcribed  for those who wanted to make them.  Maybe.  There was a lot to dig through.

On the third- and second to the last pages I found this one last thing:
 

 

An index, by golly.  Thank you, Grandma.


What are you celebrating?