Panic Mode

I did the dumbest thing yesterday. While grocery shopping in Tallahassee, I took my phone out of my purse to check the sales status of my book, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort. That’s my current addiction. Unfortunately, the phone didn’t make it back into my purse. Instead I must have put it down on a shelf next to the organic soups.

At any rate, I didn’t notice that my phone was missing until I’d driven the twenty miles from the store to Doright Manor. And even then, I didn’t realize I’d left it until I needed to Google something. I’m embarrassed to say that once I realized the phone wasn’t in my purse or somewhere in the house, I panicked.

Since I couldn’t call the store because, duh, I didn’t have my phone, I had to drive all the back into Tallahassee and halfway across town to see if the phone was indeed at the store.,

I’m normally a cautious driver, but nothing about this situation was normal. With all due haste I proceeded to race across town in hopes that the errant phone had been found and secured. I alternated between praying and calling myself an idiot, daring to hope the phone was safe.

And ladies and gentlemen, it was! I had to identify the phone and demonstrate that I could unlock it—do you know how hard it is to come up with your code when a stranger is watching? I did get it right on the second try.

Now I’ve vowed to NEVER take my phone out of my purse for any reason. Since I write all of my blog posts on my phone, that vow sure made writing this post challenging.

Peace, people.

A Chris Stapleton Kind of Day

When I write I need background noise. When I edit I need silence. But I’m stuck on a problem in editing and trying to do some rewriting. So, which do I choose—music or silence?

I flipped a coin, with heads designated for music and tails for silence. It only took three tries for me to get the results I wanted, so music it is.

Now Chris Stapleton’s seductive voice is emanating from my Amazon Echo and instead of writing or editing, I’ve been dancing around the kitchen. I really should write, but not while a waltz is playing. That’d be a sin.

https://youtu.be/6pNSOyrkX5w

Peace, people!

Something Old; Something Lost

One of my older posts popped up in my feed today and I thought it was worth reposting. “Old and Lost River” was inspired during one of my epic road trips. Damned Covid-19 has shut down my solo travels for the past ten months, so I’m reliving a few in my mind. I hope you’ll enjoy this.

https://nananoyz5forme.com/2018/04/04/old-and-lost-river/

The Old and Lost River

Cross-eyed

I’ve looked at and reread the romance I’m writing a billion times. Well, not a billion, but enough times that I’m practically cross-eyed. I’d sent it off to my friend, Rachel Carrera so she could give it a once over and then design the cover and get it ready for publishing, but then I got cold feet, and asked her to delete the file. I wanted other eyes on it before we took that step.

Now, I’m conflicted. At the suggestion of several beta readers I’ve made some necessary changes (like taking out any mention of stairs in a ranch-style home) and making sure my characters’ names stay the same throughout the book (near the middle of the book one character took on the name of a character in my first novel). But some other suggested changes are tough to undertake, partly because I’m fond of the story as is, even though it’s not perfect.

Writing is fun. Editing is hard. I’m ready for a glass of wine.

Peace, people.

Lost in Tallahassee

It’s difficult these days to become lost. I have GPS in my car and on my phone, so there’s really no excuse for taking a wrong turn, or two, or twelve. But on Saturday afternoon I wandered around Tallahassee for over an hour in search of a specific address and only found it once I’d turned off my guidance apps.

Still, I can’t figure out what went wrong. The address was entered correctly, but first the car’s GPS directed me to a gas station and then to an office complex. I tried my phone’s app and it took me in a huge circle right back to the gas station. Weird. When I turned off the guidance I decided to try to find the intended location just by driving in what I believed to be the logical direction and lo, and behold, I found the venue rather quickly.

The sad part was, I arrived an hour after I’d planned and then had to immediately leave to be home for an outing with Studly Doright, and I was frazzled. I kept picturing my car’s make and model being flashed on one of the highway signs asking drivers to watch for missing senior citizens.

Tomorrow, I’m staying home.

Peace, people.

Last Year’s Greatest Hits Countdown: Number One

2020 was an awful year. In addition to dealing with the pandemic we also had to say goodbye to our sweet cat Scout who’d been our loving companion for 17 years. Losing her was such a blow, and we still miss her so much it hurts.

But we found our crazy Gracie cat, and she’s the topic of my most liked post of the year, It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood.

https://nananoyz5forme.com/2020/10/11/a-beautiful-day-in-the-neighborhood/

Peace, people.

Last Year’s Greatest Hits Countdown: Number Two

My second most read blog post of 2020 is another oldie. I wrote My Heart Hurts in 2016, shortly after Donald Trump was elected president. It’s as true now as it was then, and after yesterday’s breaching of the U.S. Capitol building by thugs who’d been incited to violence by Trump, my heart feels broken.

I hope we’ve learned our lesson, but at the same time, I fear for our future. https://nananoyz5forme.com/2017/01/13/my-heart-hurts/

Peace, people.

Is This My Country?

Thugs, egged on by the sitting President of the United States, are storming the U.S. Capitol as I sit watching in utter disbelief. They have placed elected officials and others in grave danger in an attempt to overthrow the results of the election.

The House and Senate have been evacuated stopping the electoral vote count. I sincerely hope they face consequences for attempting to subvert the democratic process.

It’s a sad day for my country.

Peace, please, people.

Last Year’s Greatest Hits Countdown: Number Three

The post that came in at number three for 2020 is one of my personal favorites. I wrote it about Toby, a special dog who, in his lumbering way stole my heart. He also taught me patience and renewed my interest in physics. Rest In Peace, sweet Toby.

I give you Newton’s First Law of Motion as Applied to Walking the Dog.

Toby is the dog. The guy in blue is my son.

https://nananoyz5forme.wordpress.com/2018/10/09/newtons-first-law-of-motion-as-applied-to-walking-the-dog/?preview=true&preview_id=15688&preview_nonce=8c77d94703

Peace, people!

Last Year’s Greatest Hits Countdown: Number Four

The blog post that came in at number four this year was already an oldie when 2020 rolled around. Written in 2014, much of its lingering popularity must be due to the inclusion of the word ‘sexual’ in the title. A smarter me would find a way to work some form of the root word ‘sex’ into every single blog post.

Join me in looking back at a seemingly innocent song that’s just chock full of fun—Roller Skates and Sexual Innuendo.

https://nananoyz5forme.com/2014/10/21/roller-skates-and-sexual-innuendo/

Peace, people!