Saturday, March 31, 2012

In the Darkness of the Night...Book Excerpt

 Then, I heard a grumbling voice, but I could not make out the words. The door to the hall outside our room opened. My whole body froze. Someone was coming toward our bedroom. I grabbed Venita and we lay in silence as he shuffled past our bedroom door.We breathed a heavy sigh of relief into the night.Then, much to our horror, we began to hear heavy breathing slowly drifting toward our door. Oh my God, he was coming back! We held our breath...

Monday, March 26, 2012

Book Excerpt--When she was bad...

By now, I knew I was going to Hell anyway, so I jumped into mayhem full on. Hell was on the horizon because I had rung the Catholic Church bells at midnight one night, and no one ever knew who did it until right now. Hell awaited because I had lied and let another girl take the rap for my deed; I had stolen money daily from my parents, and when I went to confession, I made up stuff just because I couldn’t tell the priest what I really did. I knew Purgatory was not even waiting for me. God did not need to put me in holding while awaiting a decision. I was guilty, knew it, and drank or flirted it away.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Book Excerpt First Love

First Love 

The water lapped deliciously against the rocks as his head slowly turned toward me. He reached out and took my hand, and my body filled with fear that played on me like a violin. I stopped breathing. I still thought that maybe he was just being nice to his ex girlfriend’s kid sister, or maybe he thought this would help him get her back. Whether that was the initial reason for it or not, I exhaled and knew that this was my time, with my first love, on the edge of Long Lake breathing in the sweet Adirondack air.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Book Excerpt--Corner Pond


During our teen years, my brother, Mike, and I readily lied for each other. We shared our secrets, hopes, and dreams, drank beers in the woods, and camped out. One camping trip was to Corner Pond where Dad had a hunting camp. I decided it would be fun for us to hike in and spend a night or two. Mike was agreeable and a week later Mom dropped us off at the entrance to the trail on the Newcomb Road. We walked briskly through the woods even though Mike had broken his arm a few weeks earlier and it was in a cast. It was a ten-mile walk to the pond. From there, we launched a rowboat dad kept hidden among the fiddlestick ferns. I rowed us over the pond to the dark wood camp perched on a small knoll. The air smelled dank and the only sound was the rat a tat tat of the Pileated woodpecker drilling for food. We laughed, shared our thoughts, and arrived at the dock within ten minutes.

My father, Howard, taking someone into Corner Pond (Picture courtesy of H. LeBlanc)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Book Excerpt VIII


I thrived on dares. One day a boy named Danny dared me to jump off the roof of the house across the road from the where I lived. Danny was like a little brother to me, but he was a bully and I did not like him hurting my friends. In the winter, when the snow banks were eight feet high, it was easy to jump off this roof; however, this was spring and the roof was probably fifteen to twenty feet above grassy ground. I looked at the distance with dismay, and then I looked at the black-haired boy grinning at me as we stood on that roof. He was telling me that if I went first, he would go next. I was reluctant until he said those three words that always sent any semblance of common sense sailing out into space. He said, “You’re a chicken.”

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Book Excerpt VII


I followed my father everywhere and did what he did. I grew strong for my age by lifting bales of hay, and carrying milk pails. In the spring, the children helped Dad with plowing by riding on the rock skid hooked to the tractor. We would jump off, throw rocks on it, and jump back on eventually clearing the field for planting. Many evenings after work, much to mother’s chagrin, Dad would destroy the living room by making forts out of the couch cushions for us kids.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Buttermilk Falls in the Adirondacks

This is just one of the beautiful areas in this northern NY wild and wonderful place. I am so blessed to be able to share the Adirondacks and the Shenandoah Valley with my family--two of the most beautiful areas in my United States, and through my travels, I have seen much of this land. I am so proud to be an American, a woman, a mother, a grandmother, a writer, and so many more things my creator has installed in me. May I be a channel of peace always.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Waiting and Pictures of Precious Beings

My manuscript is finished and and being printed.  Now I await to approve my cover. Publishing is a very long process so if you have a deadline, better make it way out there. I started with the publishing process in the fall and I am still in the process, though I believe at the end of it.

Beautiful day today I spent with my little grandson(red shirt below) who was sick. God bless all the little children who become ill. It is just not fair. He is better now and bucking to climb fences and run around in the sun. What an honor to be gifted with these little precious people. I have three of them and being a grandmother is such a joy. I am so grateful to have lived long enough to be a grandmother, and especially healthy enough to play ball, swim, hike, and kayak with them.


 

Monday, March 5, 2012

Book Excerpt VI


We struggled through that winter, but spring blossomed anyway, melting the snow off the roads, and filling the air with the scent of lilacs and fresh mountain rain. Hatchets and tree climbing made way for cheerleading and boy watching. My competitive nature ran rampant in softball, basketball, cheerleading, and touch football. The woods stayed. It always stayed. ”

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Three Creeks Flooded Road

Wow, quite a scary trip home last night. I should have left earlier. I encountered water and it was dark, so I was hesitant in a couple of places. Since I have lived out here for six years, I know the places to watch out for.

This picture was taken today at 2:00 PM after the water had receded. The road is still covered with water. It is amazing how this creek can slowly meander along in the hot days of summer almost making up its mind to turn into rock and then as quick as a wisp of wind, it can become a raging dangerous river tearing everything up along its way. Awesome world we live in with the powers of the earth and sky(been seeing the planets dangling from the white crescent moon this week), and water. Thank you, God, for painting me this exciting world to live in!
Just front right left of the road is visible
Front is road, back of road is under water