• Patience

    Patience is a virtue, my mother always said. She was right. It is…but I have to admit, exercising patience isn’t exactly my strong suit. I tend to be impatient.

    Five years ago, I began writing what would ultimately become The Storms of Transformation Series. I worked doggedly on the manuscript, writing and rewriting, adding and subtracting, inserting curse words and removing them. I shared my secret writing project with my husband and a few close friends, who continuously gave me positive feedback, and occasionally talked me down from the ledge of tossing the project, out of fear that my work would come to nothing.

    My greatest friend, (One whom I unloaded on almost daily) was–and is–you guessed it: God. He’s always there.

    When I nagged Him in my ruminations concerning possible reasons for the indifference of agents and publishers, He listened patiently. I was only patient because I was forced to be patient; it was either that or give up. I chose not to give up, and God was forced to listen to my railing when the rejection notices arrived in my inbox. Sometimes He heard my nagging when nothing arrived in my inbox. This went on for four years.

    I thought my book had prospects. So did God, apparently, since my secret project is now reality.

    In my daily rosary intentions, I sometimes refused to ask God for success with my project, because of the many pressing concerns which require His attention. I prayed daily for friends and family; their health, well being and personal intentions. I still do. I pray for peace in the world, the salvation of America, the victims of ISIS, the unborn and their families, freedom of religion, my grandchildren’s future. I pray for a leader to manifest; one who will jolt the American people into reality, and lead us back to constitutional principles. I pray that God’s will, (whatever it is) be done, even if it isn’t what I would have chosen. I thought, perhaps, that it might be selfish to ask for success with my book endeavor. Still…I did ask. Not every day, but sometimes.


    On Thursdays, the Luminous Mysteries of the holy Rosary, Instituted by Saint JPII, are prayed. The second Mystery–Christ’s miraculous transformation of water into wine at the wedding in Cana–sometimes gave me pause. After His Mom asked Jesus to help that poor couple who’d run out of wine, he was a bit dismissive, and told her it was too soon. She, on the other hand, had faith. She knew he had a soft spot for her; she was his mother. So, she decided to give the servants a heads up: Do whatever he tells you.

    Mary had lots of patience. She knew her son might choose to wait…but she still took a chance. Her faith was rewarded when Christ ordered the servants to fill those tall heavy stone jars. They chose to obey him, and filled them to the brim. Not halfway, or three quarters of the way, or just one bucket shy of full, but to the brim.

    This was a lesson to me. I continued my work until I knew it was the best I could do. There didn’t seem to be any way to fit another drop of creativity into the jar of a book I was working on, so I decided to take a chance. It felt right. I self published.

    After the servants did what Christ told them to do, as best they could, he did the rest. He transformed the water into wine. He’s also responsible for what I feel is success in my current endeavor–after the book was published, new avenues were opened. Friends and strangers began reading my book. I made new friends, in an online authors community, Conservative Libertarian Fiction Alliance on Facebook. I was a guest on The Robert Bertrand Show , on Dead Wrong Radio, with Robert and co-host  Jack July, author of Amy Lynn, a terrific five star novel.  Readers are enjoying book one, Tears Of Paradox , and are looking forward to book two, entitled “The Notice”, coming in December.

    I also had the privilege of being a guest on Writestream Tuesday  , with the founder of the Writestream Radio Network, Daria DiGiovanni. Daria’s novel, Water Signs is a terrific, upbeat love story. I am truly amazed, overwhelmed, humbled and grateful for each and every person who has helped me in my creative journey, be they friends, family, readers, constructive criticizers or people (namely my husband), who tell me to chill out, and that things will work out the way they’re supposed to work out, all in God’s time.

    Today, Tears of Paradox received it’s seventh five star review since it’s release in May. The review, by the aforementioned Daria DiGiovanni, was published on Amazonand also posted in The American Journal, a terrific site, filled with informative posts by talented people.

    Patience IS a virtue. I know it’s not my strong suit, but I’m glad I was forced to practice it, however reluctantly.



  • Summer’s Over

    Summer’s over…I don’t like the sound of those words. Here we are again, though. School has started, Labor Day weekend has passed, and I’m beginning–reluctantly–to think about my Christmas gift list.


    Our garden is finished. Today my husband picked the last of the green beans, and took down the fence. The deer will have a field day now, eating what’s left of the tomatoes and melon patch.

    We had a very nice summer. We enjoyed our beach place, on the infrequent weekends we were free to use it. We plan to spend a few more days visiting our favorite places, before it’s time to winterize.

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    As always at this time of year, I feel a sense of dread. The darkness of winter is closer. The fact the the days are getting shorter bugs me; I like warmth, sunshine, flowers and lingering light. But…there’s nothing I can do about it.


    Soon we’ll be seeing sights like this. Fall is a beautiful season, and even though I don’t like winter, I think I’ll try to make the best of it. There’s beauty all around. I plan to see it everyday.

    Yes, summer is over…but it will be back again next year.