With the release of my third book, TSUNAMI, I decided that I wanted to revamp the first two books as I've explained below. I want everything to be ready for the release of the fourth book, VORTEX, so that the entire TIDES series will be consistent as to cover art, and that the first and second novels will reflect more of what I've learned about writing.

TIDES: Book One, my first book ever, has been loved by almost everyone who has read it. One glaring exception made some valid points and while I did not agree with everything she said, I did go back through the book and make some changes. The basic story remains the same, but I deleted some "he saids" and "she saids," some exclamation points, and removed extraneous direct addresses in two-people conversations. I did not remove any prayers--this woman attributed the prayers as "Christianity being shoved down our throats." Jews pray. Muslims pray. I'm sure there are other religions that have prayer as part of their doctrine; it doesn't have to be Christian. Regardless, the prayers are few and I will not remove them. They are part of my characters' lives.

I hope those of you who have read/purchased RIPTIDE will forgive me, but I'm about to make some changes to the book. I've already started writing the changes after a discussion with my editor, Jim Bahler. Jim feels that the romance in RIPTIDE should not minimize the overall adventure theme of the series, and I think he's right. Therefore, I am introducing another storyline that will be very tense and definitely an adventurous inclusion into the second book. I will also allude to what happened in the fourth book so you don't have to buy the second book again to find out what happened--although you might want to anyway. This new inclusion will fortify the existing story, which in itself, will not change. The wonderful thing about self-publishing is that there isn't a stockpile of twenty thousand books in some warehouse, so if you want to, you can make corrections and changes.

TSUNAMI is out and so far the feedback is that I have outdone myself in this novel. I don't really think my writing has changed. I think that the story is more involved, there are more storylines, and there are more characters telling the stories. The first book, TIDES, while it included the villagers in a big way, most of the story revolved around the two main characters and since Micah makes Katie promise to keep his existence a secret, it's not like they could throw a party and invite everyone. RIPTIDE answers several questions brought about in the first book, but hints that a storm is coming, which, the reason for the storm shows up near the end of the second book. TSUNAMI takes the storm to the next level, revealing that there are things going on in secret and from two directions. In VORTEX, everything breaks loose and two new species (and much more) are entered into the dyanamics. So, while I don't think my writing has changed all that much, I do think the complexity of the story changes with each book. As Jim noted recently, each book is very different from the others, but each is a continuation of the same characters and their stories.

I recently learned that TIDES' two youngest fans are a nine-year-old boy and a ten-year-old girl. They both love the books. The ten year old is my great-niece. I was concerned because I did not write these books for children and I know what's coming. My sister assured me that my great-niece will take the story in stride--she's a saavy, bright tomboy (much like Katie). As for TIDES' nine year old fan, his grandmother didn't know he was reading the books until after the fact. So, TIDES has become a multi-generational book, from age 9 to 93, both male and female alike, although I would caution adults to read the books before they let their youngish children read them--just in case there might be some issues. The books were primarily aimed at young adults and adults, both genders.

For those of you who have read TIDES and enjoyed it, I am grateful and humbled, as well as awed. I hope you'll enjoy VORTEX when it debuts later this year or the first of next year.

After months of editing and re-editing, proofing and re-proofing, TSUNAMI is finally "out there"--on Amazon.com. While this book is a continuation of Katie and Micah's story from the first two books, this book is very different in many respects. Good vs. evil abounds in this book and leads to the fourth and final novel where all hell breaks loose until the final resolution. Whether you read it or not, I wish you the best!

Now that I'm back to work full time, I'm busier than usual. My car died. Her name was Sadie and she was a 1999 Saturn SL2. I drove her for nearly eight years in spite of the fact she'd go through a quart of oil every thousand miles. Then after the second bitter cold spell this winter, Sadie wouldn't start. AAA couldn't get her started and in the end, they thought her battery had died. They took her to my favorite mechanic. Gail called me the next day to tell me that Sadie's timing belt went out and there was a good chance it bent the valves. I was looking at $800 to $1800 to repair an old car that used a lot of oil. I had also had two new wheel bearings put in last summer and I could tell that another wheel bearing was going. The driver side window motor had been replaced and some other things that I can't recall off the top of my head right now. The point is that at some point you have to decide enough is enough. So, while I confess I do get attached to my cars, I had to let Sadie go. The good thing is that Gail has a 1999 fastback in the same color as Sadie and he can use parts off her to keep his Saturn going for a long time. His Saturn is mint.

So, with Gail's help, I bought a Honda Civic, also a '99. I named him Hugh after a character in Star Trek: The Next Generation who had been assimilated by the dreaded Borg, a race of humanoids that were mostly machine after assimilation. Hugh was found in a space crash, and Geordi, the Enterprise engineer, taught Hugh that humans value their individuality and don't want to be assimilated into a hive mind. Through the friendship that resulted, Hugh found his humanity again and he had a big heart. That's why I named my Honda Civic after him even though the Borg freaked me out.

Hugh, being a Honda in very good condition, should be a part of my family for a long time. I'm looking forward to taking a couple of trips with him. I'm really looking forward to not having to feed him oil every thousand miles and I think he's going to make an appreciable difference to my gas budget. Sadie was pretty good on gas, but I'm betting Hugh will be better....

It's been a while since my last blog. You would think I'd have more time working only twenty hours per week instead of forty, but it didn't work out that way. Unemployment is a pain. I wasted more time looking for a job that a) I could physically do (I have limitations) and b) that was close enough to my home that I wouldn't be on the road a ridiculous amount of time that would cost me a small fortune in gas, and c) that I would want to stay at for the next few years. It took way more time than it should have to find openings that fit my criteria, and then more time to fill out applications--only to find out toward the end that they require you to be able to lift twenty-five pounds above your head. Well,since I can barely lift eight pounds (the weight of a gallon of milk), the twenty-five pounds was definitely out. However, I dutifully finished the application in order to collect unemployment. I am delighted to say that as of January 2, I'm back to work full time again and I am very happy about that. I can't say I'm tickled about getting up so early every day--sleeping in was one of the perks I had since I went in at 1:30 p.m.--but if feels good to be back at work full time. I love my job and I really didn't want to leave it.

I, for one, am glad that 2013 is behind us. Not only did I have to deal with cut hours, but my dog, Ezri, died very suddenly the day before Thanksgiving. I was heartbroken--she was a stray that had been abandoned in the median strip on I-71. She was too terrified to cross the highway and she was trapped there. A nice young man spotted her on his way to Columbus and on his return trip, when he saw that she was still there, he pulled off the highway, put her in his car, and took her home to Youngstown. Angels for Animals bathed her, gave her her shots, a collar and leash, and they neutered her. The family of the young man who picked her up couldn't keep her due to allergies. They posted ads in the Youngstown paper, but then realized that since they found her outside of Ashland, they should probably advertise in the Ashland paper. I saw the ad and I needed another dog. I had a Great Dane that suffered from separation anxiety and I planned to go home for a week. I couldn't leave her completely alone, so I called about this stray. I offered to keep her until someone called about her or to keep her permanently if no one claimed her. I was glad when no one claimed her. We had a rocky start, but she turned out to be the best dog I've had in a very long time. She wasn't very old when she died--about seven or eight years as near as we could determine. She made a funny sound and in the time it took me to set my laptop down and turn around, she was gone. Her death came as a terrible and unexpected shock.

I know there are other people who had a lot worse to contend with in 2013 and I feel for them. Life has its ups and downs and sometimes, it's so bad, you feel like you'll never see the light of day again. However, the sun always rises from one day to the next--but if you're in Ohio, you might not see it every day. Regardless, we know it's there. Time and love cure everything--one way or another.

I adopted another dog. He's a black lab. He's a sweet dog and gradually, he's learning to trust me. I still can't get him to use the doggie door to the outside, but for right now, as cold as it's supposed to get, I'm just as glad he isn't using it. I have it closed for right now to help keep the house warmer. (The original rubber-like doors were destroyed by my Great Danes when they were puppies, so now it's a Plexiglas door and it leaks cold air into the house.)

I'm working on the edits of TSUNAMI, the third book in the TIDES series. Meredith is working on the cover. When I finish the edits, I'd like to read the book one more time before I submit it to get more proof copies. Then, several of us will re-read the proof books, I'll make whatever corrections we find, and then we'll publish TSUNAMI, I hope before the end of February.

I'd like to close this post with a very strong impression that I've been having: 2014 is going to be a great year--I hope for all of us! God Bless!

I was born in the elevator going up to the third floor at Auburn Memorial Hospital in NYS. Well, truthfully, my head entered the cold air, but my body waited until we reached the delivery room. I like to joke with people when I tell them this and say that I've been having my ups and downs ever since. Well, that part is true, just as it is for most of us, but the key thing to remember is that the elevator was going up. A sweet and wise gentleman pointed that out to me a couple of years ago and I am grateful.

So, last week, when I received an awful shock that my hours at work had been cut in half, I didn't handle it well--at first. I asked our GM if he'd like me to lay down on the floor so he could kick me. He wasn't pleased. I wasn't either. I didn't deserve this to happen. I'm a good employee and I work consistently if not super fast, but I'm dependable and trustworthy and I do my best for the company. I was, in a word, heartbroken. I was also scared. Trying to survive on half my income isn't possible without some serious help. So, I dutifully applied for unemployment and this week I will be talking to SS. My CEO informed me this week that he will try to bring me back to full time as soon as he can. Wish someone had told me that last week when I desperately needed to hear it!

Once the shock wore off, I can't say I was any less scared, but I realized it could have been so much worse. I'm still employed albeit part-time and no benefits, I have a little more time now to accomplish some things that I've been putting off for a while, AND I can still work on my books. The books come first; the lovely thing about housework is that it will still be there when I'm ready to do it. I do try to keep up on the basics--dishes, laundry, sweeping the floors and dusting, but since I'm allergic to dust--both to breathe and to touch--I generally vacuum the dust.

I will survive. I am a very determined woman, feisty to the core, and nothing gets me down for very long. I'm back up and ready to try again in no time. I've always been that way as a dear friend once pointed out to me long ago. I don't think I could have survived my childhood if I hadn't been that way.

However, now, I have an added benefit--the most important one of all: my testimony and faith in Jesus Christ and God, their love for me, and my belief that when a window closes, God will open a door for me. I don't know what is going to happen. I don't have any real answers at the moment. All I can do, I will do--and ask God to help and guide me. I believe He will. He has guided me before for which I am very grateful...

Daring, Gratitude, and Dreaming BIG!

I'm getting more daring in my young age. As you can see, I've made some changes. Most of them were after watching videos that didn't tell me what I wanted to know. I just clumsily trip over what I need and sometimes, I get lucky enough to recognize it for what it is. These are my "Aha" moments. The really frustrating part is that even though I've changed the main picture before, I couldn't for the life of me remember how to do it tonight! Kathy, where are you when I need you?!! :)

So, I have been terribly derelict in blogging as of late. I'm going through some changes in my life and trying to steer my course through them. As we all know, life can throw you some really hard curves to navigate. My income has changed, my hours have changed--at least temporarily--all because I took a bad spill three years ago. I had started writing my books before that for which I'm grateful--it gave me something to focus on as well as something to do for the long months when I couldn't do much of anything. Still, three years later, I'm still paying for falling backward off my front steps. For whatever reason, I can't physically handle filing and I'm way behind. I did it last year, the year before, and even the year before that even though I had injured myself only a couple of months before. Management decided to bring in a temp to do the filing for which I am grateful, but as a result I'm working half-time for the time being. It could be worse! I could have lost my job completely, so I'm grateful to still have it with the hope that I will be full-time again very soon. I should, at this point, say that my back is getting better, but my doctor thinks I need strengthening exercises now. I've been favoring it for a long time and so she is most likely right.

I consider myself lucky in spite of the injuries and in spite of the job situation. I'm not happy about either, to be sure, but I have a friend who fell the same week I did--she fractured two vertebrae and her fractures were far worse than my little hairline fracture. She required surgery and pins or fusing--can't remember, but it was a lot worse than mine. A friend's mother fell and literally broke her own neck. Her top two vertebrae were seriously fractured. This happened last March and she's been going through a terrible time since then. She's doing better now, but she hasn't seen her own home in all this time, and maybe she won't again. How sad.

Four friends or relatives of friends have been diagnosed with cancer. They are in various stages from just being diagnosed to deep in treatment to recovering and praying it doesn't come back on them. Another friend is going through the testing to see if some abnormal cells are cancerous. I'm praying for all of them.

The point in this dismal treatise is that no matter how bad things get, someone else always has it worse. I had a difficult childhood, but one day I watched a movie where a child sat on a hill and watched while his parents were murdered by enemy soldiers. I was grateful I didn't have to go through something like that in my childhood.

A few years ago, I watched "The Secret" and liked it so much that I purchased the DVD. If you're interested, check out thesecret.tv. It talks about attracting good things into your life, but it works best when you want good things for yourself as well as for others. It's not easy to do--we are programmed to lament everything in our lives that isn't the way we'd like it to be. For me, the trick is to think of one good thing in my life and to be grateful for that, and then build from there. It's not always easy--we all get our down moods. Or life hands us a hard curve to navigate. Sometimes, you feel like flying off the edge. I know I was there last Friday when I learned my hours were being cut. Yesterday, our CEO told me that he hoped to bring me back full-time as soon as possible, but that if I wanted to take another position, he would give me a glowing recommendation. Glad I didn't fly off that curve now! I love my job, the people I work with and for, and I am eagerly hoping to be full-time again soon. In the meantime, I'll do the best I can, picture myself selling a lot more books, and I'm really looking forward to the movie deal! It doesn't hurt to dream BIG!

Ramblings...

I have been up to my eyebrows in proofing my third book, TSUNAMI, and so have not been making entries to my blog. Shame on me! I was up until 3:30 this morning putting the finishing touches on a chapter. My characters have picnics, shop, struggle with out-of-the-ordinary family issues, and I haven't been on a picnic in years--yet, I don't really miss it. This past week, I went to a friend's home to celebrate her birthday. She has a beautiful home in a clearing in the woods--not much lawn to mow! I have close to an acre-and-a-half to mow, but I don't really mind it. I listen to audiobooks while I'm mowing (super, heavy-duty sound-proof ear muffs over the audio buds). I also hunted down a salvage yard for a windshield-wiper arm for my 1999 Saturn, Sadie. Yes, I name all my cars.

The man at the salvage yard was only three weeks into his recovery from knee surgery. He was telling me how his shop had been broken into just a few nights before and the thieves made off with the computer and some other office equipment and a ton of tools from the work area in the back of the building. I can't imagine someone having the nerve to break into someone else's property and stealing. Oh, I know it happens all the time, but I just can't imagine having the audacity to do something like that. I felt sorry for him--he really needed something like this while he was trying to recuperate. I've never understood man's inhumanity to man.

Unfortunately, I was in a bit of a hurry--I had six gallons of milk in insulated bags in Sadie's trunk. I wasn't at liberty to buy them last thing on my errand-filled trip home and I drive as few miles as possible in an effort to keep Sadie going for as long as possible. When I first arrived at the salvage yard, the man simply yelled to someone in the back. To my regret, when I told him I had milk in the trunk, he got up, walked outside, and around to the side of the building to tell his employee that I was in a hurry. I tried to get him to go back inside and sit down, but he ignored me. I was very uncomfortable that he was walking on a sore knee--although maybe that's what he needed to do. I'm not sure. I did tell him about a friend of mine who needed knee surgery. She had put on a lot of weight because it hurt her to walk, but after her knee surgery, she dropped off the excess weight and had the same figure she had in high school. I reassured him that once he healed, he was going to love his "new knees."

One of my co-workers told us this past week that her pap test came back with a high grade something or other--I can't remember the term now. It meant that there was some abnormality in her cells. She is very worried about this and, of course, she has to wait two weeks for further tests and then another two weeks for some other tests and somewhere in there a biopsy. I asked my chiropractor about this high grade thing (I remembered the other word when I asked her) and she told me the term applied to any kind of abnormality in the cells and that it didn't mean my friend has cancer. It could be a lot of things, most of them benign. I'm praying for my friend that it's nothing and that she'll be fine.

The fragility of human life is scary at times. In the last few weeks, two people in my church have passed away. Deaths come in threes and I'm dreading who the third person will be. I have family and friends in the 80-92 year range and I dread that I could lose one of them. I know it's going to happen at some point unless I die first. It's inevitable. Even though I know they'll be in a better place, loss is still loss and very painful to those of us left behind. I still miss pets that I had when I was a child. I miss both my maternal grandparents that I knew as a child. (I don't remember my paternal grandparents.) I miss my brother who died in 2008--him perhaps most of all. I'm depressing myself! Quit that!

Speaking of family, my cousin Jeff has been trying to research our surname for over thirty years and he's come up against an immovable brick wall. I've joined the search in the last several years and am equally frustrated at our lack of results. Then, last week, I was talking to a man who had the same surname. I had talked to him before and I'm sure I had asked him where his family came from and he'd said Georgia. For whatever reason, I asked him again and he told me that his daughter had traced their family to the first two brothers who came here from Ireland. Their ship crashed on the rocks and they decided to swim for shore. Only one of them made it--to Boston. That's the same story my Great Uncle Edgar had told me!!!! The family tree that my great uncle had has been lost since his death and I'm ecstatic that I've found someone who is related to us and has done the research. They were able to track it from Georgia, but we weren't able to track it from New York. I realize it may not give us the exact information that we need, but I'm hopeful that it will give us enough to finally crack that frustrating brick wall!

I haven't stuck my nose outside yet, but the thermometer says 70-degrees and it's quite windy. I'm guessing we'll have rain later today, but for now, it's beautiful outside even with an overcast sky. The weather has been wonderful and I'm reveling that I haven't had to turn my furnace on much at all so far this autumn (just twice so I could shower in the morning before work).

I hope everyone has a wonderful week!