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29 December 2024
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24 November 2024
THANKSGIVING for 2024
With the right glue and some duct tape, Dr. Frank N. Stein was able to put the #parts together again after an amusing yet ultimately inappropriate Thanksgiving dinner with relatives.#vss365Protagonist can't handle cheery Thanksgiving dinner he's been invited to, goes outside for some air, sees first snowflakes falling, thinks of his daughter(who died)'s first snowfall....#WritingCommunity[not actually #vss but was in my files; it relates to the plot of my novel EXCHANGE*]
Thanksgiving #strike. Drove to neighborhood grocery for bread and deli turkey, jar of mayo, and bottle of pumpkin spice latte. Made a sandwich and checked that holiday off my list.#vss365Every year I give thanks the Thanksgiving Day #parade doesn't involve me.#vss365This year's Thanksgiving is like a #mosaic of every lucky turn we've managed to get.#vss365Just that old #pigeon on the window sill, making noise. But we have each other this Thanksgiving.#vss365Yes, he was full to bursting with Thanksgiving turkey and trimmings but #starved for attention sitting in the lounger in the corner. Someday that chair would be unoccupied.#vss365The tryptophan worked, slept 12 hours, missed family drama.-my #journal entry, Thanksgiving 2021#vss365It's looking like I won't have any turkey for Thanksgiving. Should I #worry? Or just make a lot of side dishes?#vss365
A hand weighed on his shoulder. He turned, found Jennifer beside him, holding his coat. He accepted it, pulled it on. She wore her coat but crossed her arms in front of herself. She noticed it was snowing and gazed up, smiling.
“It’s beautiful,” she spoke. “My favorite season.”
“Mine, too.” He counted snowflakes. “Hey, I’m sorry if I came off as rude. You understand, I’m sure, how it can be...being surrounded by so many people who have not experienced trauma.”
“Yes, I completely understand.” She gave him a grin. “And forgive me if I seemed too…I don’t know, too cheery? They invited me a month ago. I didn’t know you were coming. But it’s good you did. Get you out of the house. No moping around on a social occasion.”
“Yeah, social occasion. That’s it, all right.”
She asked how he had been occupying himself during the semester and he retorted that he was talking with Griffin’s wife, the psychologist, and giving a lot of free assistance to the local police. She chuckled at his phraseology.
“I brought Wendy over here just for a few days,” he said with more determination, “because our house is…. There’s some punks trying to make it their playground. I didn’t want her to be involved. I spent the past few days sitting inside, waiting for them to try to break in again—”
“Again? Oh my!”
“Or out in the backyard, in the dark, waiting for them to arrive. Then I’d…” He raised his hand like he held a pistol, then dropped his arm. “I would call the police, like any rational citizen.”
“Oh, that’s scary.”
“I’m getting used to it. Always something to hassle with.”
“I’m sorry, Bill. At least I never had that with Larry’s accident.”
“Well, the police—detectives—they have everything under control, they say. They’re on top of things. But, you know, if it takes twenty-five minutes to arrive at my house after I call in a home invasion, then they are not quite on top of things. More like on the side.”
Again she laughed, touching his arm. He noticed her gesture and she saw that he noticed. But she left her hand on his arm.
“I’m thinking of moving to an apartment. Something small and cheap. That nobody would think to break into because nothing of value would be there. I’ll sell the house. Give everything away. Start a new life.” He had to stop. “Like nothing ever hap—”
“Happened. I know what you mean. All the what-ifs….” She took his arm in hers, leaned against him like she was cold. “It’s easy to want to try and pretend it never happened. But there are still memories we want. So we don’t really want life to be as though nothing happened.”
Bill gazed at her, saw a kind face staring back. “You’re right.”
“Those memories…. They continue to exist in you. You’ll always have Becky doing her thing, and Barbara doing what she does. Don’t give that up just to be without the pain.”
“You’re right,” he mumbled, turning on the front stoop, ready to head inside. “I guess I’ll go back in.”
“And your guest. Wendy is so lovely. Smart, talented, pretty. It would be easy to become enamored by her.”
Bill grabbed the door handle, opened the glass door, reached for the door knob of the wooden door, leaving Jennifer outside.
“Sorry,” he called, pushing the glass door back open for her.
“Let’s see what the others are doing.”
27 October 2024
The FLU SEASON SAGA ends!
Back in the ancient year of 2019 the beginning of the end began. That's a mouthful but not an incorrect tautology. Things happened, which prompted me to want to write something. I had trouble getting started. I spent the end of 2019 and the beginning of 2020 planning a story which I finally got started later that year. I imagined what was then our present situation - lockdowns, restrictions, shortages, desperation, fear - and took it six years into the future - a possible future, granted.
After three books, I thought the series was finished at a trilogy. Yet a new idea kept pestering me so I started a fourth book, calling it a sequel. But the sequel led to an even newer idea, something lighter as I imagined it. As I concluded that fifth book, I had ideas for a sixth book, which I am working on now. I feel that I can end the series with this final book - but it will be a long one, covering a lot of territory as we venture further into the uncertain future. I may introduce zombie-like denizens of the desert at some point (medically accurate, of course).
25 September 2024
The Writing Life: Behind the Scenes of the FLU SEASON Series
In Book 4: THE BOOK OF DAD I bring in Isla's last child, a boy named Fritz (named after the family patriarch) who was born at the end of Book 3. Now he is a grown man with a family but in trouble with the government due to his making of a video of elderly Isla telling her stores about the decades of trouble she lived through. But now the government wants to disavow all of the hardship, the official narrative being that the pandemic was mild and the decades of lawlessness weren't so bad. Fritz is a nervous man and gets into further trouble in the novel, but doing so reveals much of what is wrong with the new, rebuilt society. In Book 3, Fritz's family is mentioned briefly. In Book 4, we meet his children: 2 brothers and young Maggie, all stuck in the oppressive capital city.
14 September 2024
THE GRANDDAUGHTER Launches!
Does that end the series? Hmmm. I thought I was writing a stand-alone novel when I wrote the first book, THE BOOK OF MOM, but I realized half way into it that the story would have to continue. Because I couldn't see a two-book series, I immediately went for a trilogy while writing Book 2 THE WAY OF THE SON. However, as I was concluding Book 3, DAWN OF THE DAUGHTERS, I had ideas for another book. Then, while writing Book 4, THE BOOK OF DAD (out this past June), I had ideas for Book 5 THE GRANDDAUGHTER. I began to wonder when the madness would end while hoping it never would. (I am currently well into the writing of Book 6, THE GRANDSON, which should be the final book in the series.)
Everything changes when you lose your mother, even more if you lose her during a pandemic when everyone is fighting for survival and it is your responsibility to protect her and you fail.
10 August 2024
Pre-Fall Update & BBQ Picnic
In
the end some of us would survive.
It
wasn’t so much the conveyor belt of viruses and variants that killed us but
ourselves. Trained month after month to be suspicious of each other, we
eventually unleashed our pent-up fury, driving hate into everything around us, without
mercy, and that was our end.
That
was also our beginning.
Another snap of a twig somewhere in this forest, just as dusk is
creeping upon me. Somebody coming to kill us, or just a woodland critter? I’m
not supposed to be afraid. Even so, I put my pen down and reach for Mom’s
pistol on the grass beside me, give it a pat.
She
wrenches her hand free, points across the slope.
“Dee-dee,”
she says, and we turn to see the whitetail doe and her fawn quietly feeding
between the trees, unafraid of us, like it is the most natural thing in the
world.
It’s
time for them to carry on.
For you to carry on! Choose from among you
who will play that ancient tuba to call forth everyone to build this world
back. Who will take up Tubal-Cain’s great horn and blow the world into
existence? Which one of you?
27 July 2024
Summer Update & Wine Tasting!
Now I have to count back and forward to make a proper timeline as I work on Book 6. But I know the overall story. If the series begins in our actual year of 2020, and Isla is born in the seventh year of the pandemic, that would, mathematically speaking, be in 2027. A life lived up to 79 would bring us, as readers, to the year 2106. Now go back 10 years to when the heroine of Book 5 was born. Then add 50 years to the story covered in Book 5. And so on. It can be quite maddening - maddening, I tell you!