Yes, I'm still working on my New Mexico inspirational novels which I started in 2009? There were nights where I wrote for hours without stop. Then the long dry stretch- relocations galore. It feels good to have settled down to country living. Since Thanksgiving I have been editing-editing-editing Part 1, mulling over Part 2. Will they ever be ready for others to read?
I'm still gathering background material... And wishing I could include photographs, but alas, I've never been to New Mexico- thus no photographs of my own. While I was asking questions, some erudite expert blasted me for 'writing about what I do not know.' But how could I deny a story that came into my head, begging to be written?
The Chihuahua Desert in New Mexico seems like such a bleak, barren place although it does flower briefly when conditions are right. In my imagination, I smell the red dust, the dry desert brush, the cowhide, horse sweat steaming in summer's glaring sun... I'm doing the best I can to authenticate the details through research and a few kindly ranch contacts. How did I ever manage before the Internet? Microsoft Word?
And I'm still tumbling/polishing pounds and pounds of hand-gathered Alabama river rocks, making quilts, avoiding recreational baking (rueing that pesky winter weight!), and wanting to get back into making scrappy-cropped greeting cards. With the passing of the holidays, I have been considering the blessings of friendships, and wondering why it's so easy to become too busy to write or call...