I have set up a Twitter account

I have set up a Twitter account since my last post; however, I have not tweeted yet and I have no tweeples. That’s all the Twitter jargon I know. I keep reading that every published writer must tweet. Being technologically-challenged is a drawback when you’re my age and attempting to launch a new career. Another drawback is that crazy rule that restricts a tweet to 140 characters. Whose idea was that? (Or maybe I have Twitter mixed up with texting.) I write novels and short stories, not Haiku! I might need some tweeting lessons from one of my great-nieces. I would tell you how to follow me on Twitter, but I don’t know how.

I was astonished today to realize that my last post was more than a month ago. Life is still interfering with my desire to write, read, and sew. It is my intention to get back into posting a blog at least once a week. In order to write a “writing blog,” I have to have something to write about. I cannot continue to report that I haven’t accomplished anything.

In preparation for today’s post, I stumbled upon a website with the URL http://www.urlm.co/janetmorrisonbooks.com and discovered that, according to that site, my website was ranked 7,272,262 in the US on January 29, 2014. I don’t know what to do with that information. As my Tennessee cousin would say, “I don’t have a bucket to put that in.” Why is the data so outdated for the World Wide Web? Since I cannot find out how many websites were in the US at that time, my ranking means little. The site also states that my website had an estimated value of $753.94 on that same date. I have no clue what that means. Could I sell it for $753.94? I don’t know how that value was established. Has my site appreciated in value in the last 19 months, or did it depreciate today when the stock market took a hit? Inquiring minds want to know!

Until I have buyers beating a path to my door, I think I’ll just keep it. I’ll also strive to make it worth your time to follow Janet’s Writing Blog.

Oh – and when I figure out how to tell you to follow me on Twitter, you’ll be the first to know.

Sometimes life gets in the way

Sometimes life gets in the way and derails my plans. Throughout a house remodeling project this summer, I found little time to read or write. Planned blog postings did not get written. It seemed that everything I wanted to do or intended to do got postponed to the next day, or the next week, or the next month, or even to next year. The work is complete; however, it will take several weeks to unpack, locate some items, and get everything situated. It is exhausting!

It occurred to me early in the remodeling process that I should blog about living in the chaos and uncertainty of construction, but by the end of each day I was too tired to put words together into coherent sentences. I am not a “morning person,” so blogging first thing in the morning was never an option. Subcontractors arrived as early as 7:00 a.m. and worked as late as 8:00 p.m. No two days were alike.

I met the July 20 deadline for the Ashe County, NC, “On the Same Page” creative nonfiction competition. I came in just under the wire on July 19. My entry was a 995-word piece about the experiences of a World War II veteran. The theme of the contest was “telling stories.” The winner will be announced on August 31. I intended to also enter the fiction contest. By the time I settled on an idea, though, there was not enough time to do the story justice. I’ll keep the idea for another time and venue.

No time spent writing or honing one’s writing skills is wasted.

Northern Colorado Writers Contest

I’ve entered another Northern Colorado Writers Contest. Last night I submitted an essay titled “George Govan, A Gentle Man” in the 2015 Northern Colorado Writers Personal Essay/Creative Nonfiction Contest. I reworked a piece I wrote about Mr. Govan before he died. That necessitated changing the tense in which it was originally written and gave me the advantage offered by the passage of time. Reflecting on the things I learned from Mr. Govan several years after his death afforded me the opportunity to realize the difference he made in my life and just how fortunate I was to have known him.

If not for my freelance writing job from 2006 through 2012, I probably never would have met Mr. Govan. I was under contract with a local weekly newspaper, Harrisburg Horizons, to write a local history column titled “Did You Know?” That work pushed me way out of my comfort zone and into the homes and lives of several elderly area residents. I visited Mr. Govan many times and never failed to learn something from him. As an elderly black man, his life experiences were much different from mine.

I’m glad I had the opportunity to know Mr. Govan. I must try to live in such a way that someone will say that about me someday.

A review of my book!

Imagine my surprise when I quite by accident found an online review of my book, The Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina! To see the review, visit the website of Smoky Mountain Living Magazine. Go to http://www.smliv.com. Click on “Departments,” and then click on “Book Reviews.” The page of book reviews titled, “Western Carolina In Our Minds” will pop up. Click on “more” and then scroll down to the second book review by Jeff Minick titled “For the History Buff.”

This is just the second review of my book of which I’m aware. I knew about the one on Amazon.com in advance, but the one at http://www.smliv.com was a pleasant surprise.

Feel free to write a review of my book on your local public library website, for your local newspaper, or for a magazine. I love free publicity!

The Sauline Players

One of the rewards for writing the “Did You Know?” local history column for Harrisburg Horizons newspaper from 2006 through 2012 is that people still tell me they miss it since the newspaper ceased publication. Another reward is that I occasionally receive an e-mail from a stranger asking a question or making a comment about one of my local history column topics.

My most recent such communication came from a woman who was looking for information about the Sauline Players and discovered that I had written about them for the newspaper. I shared my two-part series on the acting troupe with her and we corresponded for a couple of days to compare our memories. She recalled seeing them perform at Marion Junior High School and Glenwood High School in McDowell County, North Carolina in the 1950s, and I have fond memories of seeing them perform in the auditorium of Harrisburg High School in the 1960s.

It is gratifying when someone expresses that a newspaper column or short story I wrote has enlightened them or brought them joy. One of the beauties of the internet is that it makes serendipitous connections possible.

My Writing Plan of Action Update

I blogged about my writing plan of action on January 18, 2015. It’s time to give you an update.

You may recall that my plan in January included goals for my anticipated book of vintage postcards from the piedmont of North Carolina. That book did not come to fruition, so my plan was revised. This is what it looks like today:

(1) Schedule book signings/author events (on-going);
(2) Continue to blog every 5 days or so;
(3) Continue to search for writing contests to enter or magazine articles to write (on-going);
(4) Set aside one day each week to edit my historical novel manuscript, tentatively titled, The Spanish Coin, (until I get it polished as much as I can); and
(5) Start in earnest to find a literary agent to represent me and my novel.

I continue to try to schedule book signings and other author events. The only one I have on my calendar this summer is at the J. Hoyt Hayes Memorial Troutman (NC) Branch Library on August 27. With our house being remodeled during the next several weeks, I did not want to schedule any events until later this summer. It’s not like people are beating a path to my door begging me to come speak about my vintage postcard book, The Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina! I did not want to schedule any events in June or early July. I didn’t have any requests for that time period, so it worked out fine.

Originally, I thought I needed to blog daily. I came to realize that no one wanted to hear from me every day. My writing life is not that compelling. I adjusted my plan to blog every five days or so, but I will not blog just for the sake of blogging.

I continue to work on stories to submit to writing contests, although I haven’t produced any winners yet in 2015. I wrote a creative nonfiction piece about my 4th and 5th great-grandmothers for the GENEii writing contest sponsored by the Southern California Genealogy Society. I entered a contest in which the prize was to have an entire manuscript evaluated by Barbara Kyle, but I didn’t win that one either. I entered “The Other Woman,” a 1,000-word short story in the Bevel Summers Short Story Prize competition sponsored by Shenandoah Literary Review, but I learned a couple of weeks ago that it did not make the final round of judging. Such is the life of a writer, but at what point does it become counter-productive to keep entering writing contests and not winning or placing? There were more than 1,000 entries in the Bevel Summers competition. My story was eliminated going into the third round of judging. No time spent writing is wasted; however, I must be selective because most contests have an entry fee. Getting no constructive feedback from writing contests is a drawback. My money might be better spent in getting my novel manuscript evaluated by a professional.

We’re down to number four on my plan. This is where the wheels begin to fall off my wagon. I thought it would be easy to set aside one day each week to edit and revise the manuscript of my historical novel, The Spanish Coin. I have failed to discipline myself to accomplish that. I have worked on it for a few minutes here and there, but that is a terrible way to approach such work. I must block out at least an hour or more on a regular basis to do it justice. Being surrounded by the noise of a remodeling project is not conducive to any form of writing, especially something as important as a novel. Until I get number four under control, I can’t move on to number five.

A written plan for my writing makes me accountable. I’m a discouraged at the moment, but I will keep writing. It’s what I love to do!

Ann Weisgarber at Books on Main

On Tuesday, I had the privilege of meeting Ann Weisgarber at Books on Main in Davidson, North Carolina. She primarily talked about her second novel, The Promise, which takes place in Galveston during the 1900 hurricane. Happening long before the advent of weather radar, the people of Galveston had no advance warning that the hurricane was heading their way. At least 6,000 people were killed on the barrier island that day.

Although I had not yet read the book, I thoroughly enjoyed hearing about it, about Ms. Weisgarber’s first novel, and some of her writing experiences. I purchased a copy of The Promise that day and Ms. Weisgarber was kind enough to autograph it and write a note. When I told her that I am an aspiring novelist, she asked me some questions about my manuscript for The Spanish Coin and said, “It’s never too late!”

I’ve checked out her first novel, The Personal History of Rachel DuPree, from the public library. Since our kitchen and bathroom remodeling are scheduled to begin tomorrow morning, I haven’t had any time to read lately. I hope I’ll be able to shut out enough of the construction noise in the coming weeks to concentrate on reading.

McDowell County Historical Society

Last night I had the privilege of speaking at the May meeting of the McDowell County Historical Society in Marion, North Carolina. It was my first opportunity to talk about my vintage postcard book, The Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina to a county historical society. The audience seemed very interested in my presentation, asked great questions, and their comments added much to the presentation. After the program, I invited everyone to look at my book and enjoy some of the actual postcards from the book.

People looking at my display of postcards
People looking at my display of postcards

Several people in attendance were postcard collectors. I enjoyed “comparing notes” with them. The Mayor of Marion, Steve Little, was there. He brought some of his postcards to show me. He had many that I had not seen before, so I enjoyed looking at his cards.

Last week I created my first PowerPoint presentation and used it for the first time last night. I think it was an improvement over my earlier programs. I took a free class about PowerPoint at the Harrisburg Branch of the Cabarrus County Public Library. With what I learned in that class of just an hour or so, I was able to put together a 40-minute program for last night.

Last page of Janet's PowerPoint presentation
Last page of Janet’s PowerPoint presentation

I don’t have any more speaking engagements scheduled. I will continue to contact public libraries and civic organizations to get some programs on my calendar for late summer and next fall.

What I’ve been reading

Occasionally, I like to post a blog about the books I’ve been reading. It’s been a while since I’ve given an update about my reading.

Since my last blog about my reading, I’ve read the following books:

God Bless the Child, by Toni Morrison
Home, by Toni Morrison
American Nations, by Colin Woodword
A Land More Kind Than Home, by Wiley Cash
Risky Undertaking, by Mark de Castrique
At the Water’s Edge, by Sara Gruen
Hot Pursuit, by Stuart Woods
You Can Begin Again, by Joyce Meyer
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying, by Marie Kondo
Every Fifteen Minutes, by Lisa Scottoline

I’m currently reading Truth Be Told, by Hank Phillippi Ryan and Cover of Snow, by Jenny Milchman.

What are you reading?

Sometimes life interrupts

Sometimes life interrupts our plans. Some days (or weeks) there are so many distractions that I can’t write, edit, or revise. Sometimes several such weeks happen in consecutive order. Welcome to my world!

We’re getting ready to remodel our kitchen and bathroom. This project has been nothing more than a dream for many years. We’re taking the plunge! It’s going to happen! For what seems like weeks, we’ve been making decisions and packing up material possessions. Trips were made to Goodwill and other charities. Dishes were taken to Replacements Unlimited in Greensboro, North Carolina, and sold. It feels good to declutter once in a while. Our new mantra is, “If it doesn’t bring you joy, get rid of it!” That isn’t easy for a card-carrying pack rat, but I have made tremendous progress.

Over the last couple of weeks, we have prepared for the remodel, lost a first cousin to COPD and pneumonia, and had family come from out-of-state for a week. Last weekend was our chance to take a deep breath, relax a little, and reorganize ourselves for the coming construction.

Saturday night the clothes dryer broke, but Sunday went without a hitch. Late last night the washing machine sprung a leak, the freezer completely defrosted and we spent a couple of hours throwing away thawed food, and then we realized that the air-conditioner wasn’t cooling the house. It has been my experience that calamities often come in threes. I believe this sudden rash of four unexpected breakdowns within 48 hours is my new personal best. It is a record that I hope will stand forever.

Today I got up early after three hours of sleep to call two repair people and to wait for their return calls. It is now late morning. I have transitioned into waiting for them to arrive. It would be nice if they did not arrive at the same time as the kitchen planner, but that might be asking too much.

The day will come when I will look back on May of 2015 and laugh. Today is not that day.