Giant yellow swallowtail. Pelicans? I included the before of the bird picture also to show what a difference it made. The swallowtail is recent, the pelicans were at a zoo in Omaha and no, I haven’t been going to zoos of late. These are all old pictures I’ve never shared. It’s fun taking a ho-hum picture and making something new and interesting out of it.
We were supposed to have 80% rain yesterday, we had none. So today, no rain. Tomorrow, rain. A system in the Gulf might bring us rain. We’ll see. I didn’t get to capture them, but we had some beautiful thunderheads.
I couldn’t write yesterday because of little one. I went over and had dinner with them, so I only managed 349 words on the book. Today, I will have to do better!
I have a hummingbird visiting the hyacinth bean flowers. Who would ever have thought! I haven’t been able to capture it either. I was about a foot away from it the other day, camera in the house. lol
Playing around with textures and cropping the photo at different closeness. I thought it was cool in the really close picture that you can see the pollen on the butterfly.
Yesterday, I had fun with the kids from the morning through lunch and still managed to get 3,000 words. Yay! That all has to do with doing some research and coming up with a fun side trip in the story. I have to start taking little one two days a week starting tomorrow, two weeks early, so I’ll miss my word count that day. Hope to make up for it by writing more today. I was torn–weed, which I desperately need to do, or just write.
Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be a little cooler. Maybe I’ll weed this week instead. See how easy it is to put off the inevitable?
Having trouble with WordPress again. I wrote this 2 hours ago, but the blog wouldn’t post. So now I’m trying to copy and paste onto a new blog. Total pain.
The Sahara Desert dust has come to stay–for a while.
This reminds me of the awful dust storms we would have in West Texas.
With the dust, it’s reduced the chance of having the storms we’ve been having. I was hoping that they would wash the dust away. But it has also chased away hurricane and tropical storms, for the time it’s visiting us.
I managed to write 2500 words on Dreaming of the Highland Wolf. I spent half the day with my daughter and granddaughter, then spent the rest of the day working on the story.
And I took one of the pictures I’d taken and played around with it before I did some edits on the novella and called it a night!
Have a great day! Air quality is 102 here so far, and we already have a heat index of 89 and it’s only 5 am. I’m off to make corrections and then try and catch up on my oil painting class. Then write. By the time it gets to be late, I’m too tired to try.
It’s been a morning and a half. About 2 months ago, I reinjured my shoulder where I’d torn the rotator cuff. It took a year to heal. But thankfully, in 14 years, it was fine. Until I reinjured it. I think it was lifting all those 40 lbs of bags of mulch, 18 of them about 2 months ago. Anyway, it kept getting worse and worse and worse. The first time, I had a frozen shoulder and could only raise my arm part way. I had to have surgery. It’s not as bad this time, but it aches constantly and so sleeping is intermittent.
So this morning I was in awful pain as usual, and I just gave up on it and began editing the book again at 4 am. We’ve had torrential storms from the tropical storm and had 9″ of rain already. I had to take the dogs out on their leashes to get them to do their duty. NO WAY were they going out in the lightning and thunder and pouring rain to do anything. They could hold it. Right. lol But if I took them out, they felt a little safer.
Anyway, so I’m up to ch 15, trying to still figure out how to end this. If I could get a couple of good nights of sleep, maybe I could figure it out!
I had made so many changes, so many new scenarios, so many shifts of scenes that I need to see if it was all working. So far, so good.
Have a great day! I love the rain. I wish it would spread out a little and not all come at once though!
So I finished proofing Legend of the White Wolf and now am proofing
White Wolf to the Rescue: A Legend of the White Wolf Novella. The first editor question: What happened to the woman who helped the two PI partners escape? One of them, David Davis, was hooked on her, but I haven’t written his story yet.
Well, it was years and years and years before I was able to write another white wolf book. Years. Which meant tons and tons of books!!! I write between 5-8 books a year. When I finally wrote the next white wolf book (you have to know I always thought the series would peter out, the boss would say no more, so I just had never had time to do something with that sub-series), it was a long, long time ago. Ten years ago that I had read the book. As many books that I have to write, I didn’t have time to reread the whole book. Poor Elizabeth was forgotten. In one of the subsequent books, I made a mention of her returning to her pack, but I can’t remember which one. *sigh*
What happened to Elizabeth? I will have to make something more up. See? That’s the fun of being a writer. I can tell a story and it doesn’t have to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Well, for them, in all honesty, it is the truth.
I’m off and running, got to finish proofing the novella and jump on Red Wolf Christmas again before something else waylays me. Hope you have a beautiful day!!!
In the wild, the hummingbird is asserting its territorial right to all the zinnia flowers in the garden while the monarch butterfly is trying to ignore the bird. Yesterday, a giant yellow swallowtail was harassed by another hummingbird. Two hummingbirds chase each other off all the time too. And a red-bellied woodpecker is not happy that the cardinal is on HIS feeder, chowing down.
My two-year old granddaughter is the same way. “Mine,” I hear all day. Even when she knows it’s not, if she claims it, she feels she has a right to it, unless Grandma says, “No, that’s Grandma’s.” And even then, if it’s something she really wants, she will insist, “Mine.”
Depending on what it is, Grandma will let her play with it, but it’s still Grandma’s.
During my research, I’ve been reading about people who take metal detectors on “abandoned” property, looking for treasure. The property is owned by someone, maybe an absentee owner who still pays the taxes. So when the trespasser obtains the “treasure,” is it really…his? When someone finds something that’s of a huge value, after he’s bought the property, can he keep it? It seems that yes, sometimes, sometimes, no.
So I changed my story to the owner finding the treasures in her shop as part of her inheritance, rather than buying the property from someone who had inherited the property and sold it off. End of gray area. And it makes it more personal for the character also.
A point in fact: A master’s painting had been stolen from a museum. It had to be returned to the museum. A beautiful antique chest had a secret drawer and the new owner, while refurbishing the furniture, found it full of jewelry and cash. He could have kept it. But he didn’t. He contacted the owner and gave them their treasured possessions. He wanted the beautiful chest. That was the treasure to him.
In another case, a man was digging on his new property, to plant a garden, and discovered a cache of jewelry and other valuable items. It turned out his neighbor had been robbed by the previous owner and the items were buried in the backyard! If he’d tried to sell it, the police might have been alerted that the property had been stolen. And that would certainly be a new twist to a story, wouldn’t it.
So it’s something to think about when you find buried treasure. Hopefully…you won’t find buried bones.
Okay, I’m off to write. I wrote 2,000 words on my day “off.” Isn’t it awful to have a day off from writing, only to spend it babysitting? lol Though we have fun. I hope to take her to Galveston Island to the glass pyramids one day to see the aquarium and tropical pyramid.
Have a super day!!! I’m off to get busy. The days is all MINE.
I love it when I can run with ideas, not so much when I’m not sure where to go with the story. I’m still editing, watching four little cardinal babies eating seeds, two blue jays flying back and forth, a darling little wren hopping about, and a red-bellied woodpecker sliding up a tree.
Ah-ha! You say. I’m distracted. But no…just don’t know where to go with the story. That’s the problem with having to stop and do edits on two other books. I’m over halfway done and it’s the slide down the other side to the end. Woohoo! But I have a lot of mysteries to unravel and so I need to brainstorm a lot.
We’ve got another scorcher. Huge thunderheads last night, but nothing came of it. Unfortunately.
No matter what, I’m GOING to write. I’m determined. And it will be a great day. No baby to distract or other errands to run. Just writing. And birds, galore. Awwww.
Okay, okay, I went out and cut a rosebush way down that was growing out of control, and I took pictures of the birds. Now…it’s time to write.
Common Dragonfly and Monarch Butterfly laying eggs on milkweed.
We had wild thunderstorms all day yesterday and they’re continuing today. My word count is rising higher and higher, and I still haven’t figured out the end. Maybe it will still come to me. Hope springs eternal.
Can you imagine walking in the dark and running into Mr. Teeth??? The exhibit was so dark, you could barely see the alligator, except for one light shining down on the center. A pretty yellow tree: fall colors on a walk in a forest. Do you take a walk and can’t see the beauty in isolated spots? Or the whole beauty of the forest surrounding you? And here’s a nifty way to create something fun–an old watering can filled with flowers. If I did that, I doubt the plant would last for long–too much water, not enough water. And a beautiful butterfly in a butterfly house, posing for a picture.
I finished The Witch and the Jaguar! Or mostly. Now I’m editing. I woke to thinking: What are they doing with the 2nd house. Whose home are they going to live in? Did they say: I love you? They missed Thanksgiving! So I need to mention a few things. I’ve added a few things to the story already this morning so I wouldn’t forget. But otherwise, the story is done from beginning to end!
My piranha puppies are anxiously bugging me to feed them because they are going to perish on the spot if I don’t. They’re a couple of drama dogs.
Hope you’re enjoying the rest of the weekend. I’m off to work!! Well, food for puppies first. *sigh*