I have burning questions.

No, it’s not about that itch you can’t scratch.

1. Why is it that when you drive past a pedestrian and you glance their way, they always glance back? How does that person sense you looking at them? Why did the woman in the yogurt shop turn to look at me (through the window) just as I climbed behind the wheel of my car and looked at her licking her frozen yogurt?

2. Where do socks go?

3. When they’re not vanishing, why do matching pairs end up paired together when the dryer is done running through its cycle? What physical properties are inherent to socks that cause them to end up in the same place at the same time? Same material? Same weight? Same mass? What?

4. How does a cockroach survive in the freezer?

Note to readers - I’m working on my My Books page. Somehow all my books vanished. I should have it reconstructed this week.

Jalapeno Grande!

The best hill in town! I hike it every day. The locals call it Jalapeno Grande. I sometimes call it Hell Hill. I stopped to look at a golden eagle, but by the time hubby got my phone/camera back down to me, it had flown off. I’m almost to the top. Sorry for the graininess, but you know, I’m just a grainy kind of person. And I’m wearing my short-pants so it’s just as well.

In the late spring/early summer, the grass in Cali turns golden. If you head back down into the woods, the grass on the shaded hillsides is still green, which is very unusual for this time of year, but then still having our furnace on at this time of year is unheard of - at least in the twenty years we’ve lived here!

Nothing of any significance to say today. Maybe tomorrow. Nearing the end of Incorporeal and then it will be on to edits!

I view Memorial Day as kind of like the Mexican Day of the Dead.

It’s a day for reflection, introspection, gratitude and maybe visiting a cemetery to honor a loved one. Perhaps he sacrificed his time, and served with the armed forces, or perhaps he made the ultimate sacrifice and gave his life in defense of our liberties. In either case, he deserves our respect. Memorial Day also involves picnics!

Day of the Dead involves honoring the dead as well, and picnics in cemeteries. Two different holidays, but both involve remembering those who have gone before us.

We thought about heading out on a picnic today but decided instead to barbecue. Oh! We saw a golden eagle on our hike today, but he flew off before I could get a picture. Hubby did get a picture of me coming up the hill known as Jalapeno Grande, or Hell Hill, depending upon your perspective. I had stopped to look at the eagle. I’d post it, but my dang phone won’t send it anywhere!

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Let’s work backwards and start with the ugly. I’m taking a page from Penelope’s book and deconstructing my connections. Over the past year, I’ve weaned myself away from blogger and review sites that thrive on negativity. The internet can be that way - like a hit and run. It’s so easy to deliver a low blow anonymously.

I stopped watching the Nightly News years ago. I’m not an isolationist, I read like crazy, but the last thing I need is to have my mind filled with awful images and end of the world scenarios.

My father is a man who believes we should all be held accountable. He’s right, we should be accountable for our actions, but as a result he didn’t shelter me from any ugliness. What I desperately needed was the freedom to be a child, with a child’s innocent view of the world. When my kids were small, I went out of my way to allow them a childhood. I didn’t want them to lie in bed, awake all night, listening for the sound of jackboots on the stairs.

Back to the internet…low blows. Not my cup of tea. I cut my links to sites that deliver them six-eight months ago. The world is cruel enough. At times the behavior of authors and book bloggers reminds me of playground bullies or the old ‘slam books’ in middle school. Nastiness, back-biting and back-stabbing simply for the sake of nastiness. I’m not scolding, I’m just not participating. Never did before, why should I do so now? Life is way too short and time is too precious to waste energy on any of that.

The good - I’ve found some amazing resources for authors who are serious about this brave new world of publishing. Check my links under Resources for Writers - The Passive Voice, Holly Lisle, Dean Wesley Smith, L. M. May, Soul of a word, Stormwolf, and The Shatzkin Files. I have a number of links to people who educate me, teach me about my craft and speculate about the future of the industry. They don’t have to even know I exist for me to pay attention. I learn from these people. Never turn down a chance to learn about your craft. We all know less than we think.

The other good - e-publishing gives us the grand opportunity to write short stories and novellas. My husband recently uploaded an article to his Kindle, really nothing more than a long article, by Jon Krakauer, Three Cups of Deceit, How Greg Mortenson, Humanitarian Hero, Lost His Way. I grew up reading short stories, but until this brand new age of e-publishing arrived, I feared they’d gone the way of the dodo bird. Short stories are riding a wave of resurgence thanks to e-publishing!

The bad - Coming out of the grocery store today, I met a man who said, “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you, I’m really embarrassed about this, but I don’t have money for gas. Can you give me a couple bucks? I’m so sorry.”

He was dressed in clean clothes, he was the decent sort, and I knew he was telling me the truth. He looked utterly humiliated to have to ask for gas money. I gave him money for gas and food. I just can’t stand it. So many people who never ever imagined they’d be homeless are now on the streets.

P.S. The Sweet - A dear friend said to me this week, “My head is filled with stories, so many stories it would take a hundred lifetimes to write them.” What a wonderful thing. So is mine. Wow. I think a lot of authors I know feel full to overflowing. Man, I need a few more lives!