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Autumn in Montana

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This is what home looks like to me.

Echo’s Past

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She wasn’t breathing.  Her skin felt like a cold, skinless chicken breast.  I didn’t know what to do.  I pushed on her chest a couple of times, then leaned my ear down to her mouth.  I’d seen people do this on TV. I didn’t know if I should be trying to hear her breath or feel it on my ear.   I pushed again, but it didn’t feel like I was helping, it felt like I was inflicting more pain.  This time when I leaned in, I just stayed there.

“Mom.”  I started to cry.

I wrapped my arms around her.  That’s when I knew she was dead.  There was nothing.  No one.  Life was gone from her broken body.  I was freaked out, devastated, and then scared.  I looked one last time at my mother’s face, and then I went to Ray.  He was unconscious, naked on the floor.  I couldn’t tell if he was dead, but I didn’t want to wait around to find out.

Blooming Late

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It’s September 29th and our backyard is blooming as though it was July 29th.  It is bursting with tomatoes, pumpkins, carrots, flowers and my roses.

It’s a late bloom and it seems appropriate for everything else going on in my life.

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I just spent the weekend at the Flathead Writers’ Conference in Kalispell, Montana, and I feel like the roses in my backyard.  I’m bursting with joy and inspiration, not at all concerned that as a “woman of a certain age”, I am a late bloomer.

After years of sacrifice, leaving financially rewarding jobs, skipping out on family events, staying home to write instead of skiing with my handsome husband, I have reached a point where my writing reflects the years of education, research, and mentoring I’ve gone through to learn the craft of writing.  I heard great feedback and encouragement this weekend and it was exactly what I needed when I needed it.  I woke up this morning feeling incredibly grateful.

Now back to writing and finishing the book!

 

Change

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17 years ago, I was pregnant…

Pregnant

with this beautiful child…

SadieLou

who is growing up so fast…

Sadie

We decided we needed a new car.  So, we went to Island Honda in Kahului, Maui, Hawaii and bought a HONDA Civic.

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We eventually shipped it back to the mainland.  For years we took it (or it took us) on many road trips across the country, fully loaded with kayaks, camping equipment, kids, books on tape, then CD, and finally MP3.  It was the best family car EVER.  Then yesterday, I took it in to get the oil changed and to try to figure out where the noise was coming from.  And I ended up leaving it there (call me crazy but I almost cried.)

And I came home in THIS…

CRV

It is a beautiful machine.  It’s been my dream car for years.  And it’s quiet, and has heated seats (it’s true, I am a princess.)

My 17-year old is trying to come up with a name for it (yes, we name our cars).  We happen to LOVE Maroon 5…

Band

I suggested we name it Five, but she thinks we should name it Adam.   “Mom, can I take Adam to the store?”  Yes, you can laugh out loud.

I’m happy, and nervous, and oh so blessed.  And if anyone needs any Grant Writing, Proposal Writing, Editing, Employee Manuals, Training Manuals, or a fancy new website…you should call me, because I think I’m going to need more projects – soon.  However, I’m still writing my novel, I’m never giving that up!

Happy Friday.

Echo

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My character, Agent Echo is an assassin for a secret government organization – The Agency.

She gets debilitating migraine headaches at inopportune times, but mostly she’s kick-ass.

Echo is a photographer.  When she’s not on assignment she loves to take photos of flowers with her macro lens.  She admires the work of Georgia O’Keeffe and wishes they could have met.

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“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment.  I want to give that world to someone else.  Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower.  I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”  Georgia O’Keeffe