spring-equinox-ten-thingsMy mother has always claimed January and February to be voodoo months. People are always dying in these months, it seems. They’re depressing, cold, and everything is gray. I guess you could view January as starting over, but I just see it from the perspective of standing at the foot of a very large mountain. And once we climb through snow and ice, darkness, and frigidness, we get to see the crocus on top–peeping out of the snow and ice. Finally…now that’s what I’m talking about. I have a tiny little tribe of daffodils in my flower bed. Each time I host Easter dinner, someone brings me a pot of them, and I plant them outside after they die. Of course it’s 75 degrees one day and 30 the next. They’re so freaked out, they don’t know what to do.

But we made it!!! Tomorrow is March. And then comes the expectations of spring, when in fact, it could very well snow. March is the month, that if it were a friend, it would most certainly be fair-weathered. You never know what to expect.

This week I get to pick up my son from college for spring break! I’m super excited to see him. I’ve never been away from him this long. I plan to drink up every minute we have together with him.


Today I got an offer in the mail for Blue Apron. Not sure, but it sounds like a wonderful idea. I mean, just get a box of a pre-planned meal delivered to your door? There has to be a catch. I haven’t done any research, but I’m sure it’s expensive. I think the coupon was for like $30.00 off. One meal? Do they know I feed my very own gang? How big is that box? I suppose it’s more for the workaholic couples or singles. Where going out to eat gets boring for them, but who has time to shop? Oh the horror! I think I remember that time? ………………..nope, not really. It’s all too fuzzy anymore!

I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Pretty big one, you know. March and hump day, all in one! I’m getting side-tracked tomorrow and going to view a planner I’ve had my eye on at Amazon. I found it offered at one of my local stores. I’ll be able to touch it and see if it meets my needs. As if I need another one? I’m still searching for wall space for the three calendars I got for a steal last weekend. Stop the madness.




Evidence of Spring Around the House

A Rainbow after the Storm
Tiger Lilly Waiting Patiently
First Year Tulips Standing Tall
Trying Out a New Color for the Barn
Weeping Cherry Beginning to Weep
Darling Red Buds That Don’t Last Long Enough
Some Inside Blooms

Writing Pieces Of Me

henriette-browne-young-girl-writing-at-her-desk-with-birdsI’ve been thinking lately about how much I write myself into my stories. I had one person comment that all writers write about themselves. As if it was more of a self indulgent feather in the cap to the writer, rather than a genuine observation made by himself. I quickly denied the notion, believing that I fully make believe every word I write down. But, the truth of the matter is, I AM writing pieces of myself. Not for the purpose of feathers, but because it comes natural.

I noticed yesterday when I posted about how easy it was to write my book dealing with the girl with commitment issues that I had more instances that I’ve infused myself into the storylines. Things that are totally me. Nothing major, but little trickles of what I like to eat, what I wear, what I don’t like to see. It’s almost a game of “Where’s Waldo?”, but instead, “Where’s Julie?”  I can recollect which book I write about things that concern the real me. It’s sort of fun:)

I was driving somewhere today and noticed all the daffodils blooming alongside the road and it brought a smile to my face. Daffodils are one of my favorite flowers. They are the first sign that spring is on the way. My mother always decorates my birthday cake with the yellow spring flowers. So, when I was writing my YA novel about a young girl who’d just lost her grandmother to a heart attack, she turned to her boyfriend and told him to always remember to have daffodils put on her birthday cake.

My debut novel, “Waking Amy”, is about a girl who always dresses “comfortable”. That’s code word for boring. That’s also how my best friend describes my preference of dress. So, it was easy to describe her wardrobe:) But, Amy spends her time trying to modify herself in order to improve her marriage. (Not a similarity in my life:) At least I hope my beau doesn’t find my attire divorce-worthy. Hmm… I’ll have to check into a few new spring dresses!

Anyway, it’s interesting to go back and find the similarities that I write into my characters that are, in fact, pieces of me. I never really noticed it before. They say, “write what you know.” I suppose that’s just what I was doing!