Imagine that! It’s day four of the A-Z challenge, and I’m still in it. While I have a daily writing practice more or less following the guidelines set forth by Julia Camera (The Artist’s Way), daily blogging is not part of my routines. I’ve managed to post once or twice a month over the last year or so, mainly documenting my reading with short book reviews and overviews. Yet i’ve had this dream of being a writer since high school.
I wrote a story that I gave to my high school English teacher at the end of my junior year. It was the last year I would have her as my teacher. Mrs. Richardson taught ninth, tenth, and eleventh grade English; Miss Bedenbaugh would teach twelfth grade English. Back then, we weren’t separated into college prep, honors, or AP classes; we were all treated as college prep students. She like my story, but I wasn’t encouraged to pursue creative writing. After all, creative writing wasn’t necessarily an academic pursuit. It wasn’t until I was in graduate school that I knew that people could major in creative writing! But I was on track for Masters degree in English literature and did not even consider a creative track.
And then came the children, two boys four years apart in age, and a career as a full-time high school English teacher myself. There was no possibility of thinking about creative writing, not with small boys, soccer practice and games, then baseball, and marching band, not to mention Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts and church. . . . Did I mention lesson plans and grading and reading for my classes? The dream to be a writer had been deferred once again.
And then came retirement and a free class (though not exactly) with guidance to write that first novel. I did it. I wrote the novel, and. . . . well, it’s still written; it’s just not published. Dream deferred again? I don’t know. Sometimes, writing–or any art–just has to sit for a while before it goes public. The same is true about my photography. I “dream” one day that I will be able to create those fine art photographs in the vein of Ansel Adams and others. And yet. . . dream deferred. I use the excuse that I don’t know enough about photography as art to make those kinds of photos. Still, I dream. Maybe one day. . .
Langston Hughes wrote, “What happens to a dream deferred?” Something’s absolutely nothing happens; sometimes it does explode. I will just have to wait and see what happens to my deferred dreams.
But for the sake of this year’s blog challenge, C is for communication and the many ways we communicate.
We use words, spoken and written. Perhaps the spoken words have the most impact because we hear them and often see the speaker behind them. We hear not only the words but the tone. Those words can be affirming or destroying. I’m sure you’ve heard of the “toothpaste lesson.” Once the toothpaste is out of the tube, it can’t be put back. Just so are the words we speak; once spoken, they can’t be called back, especially if they are hurtful words.
We also communicate through gestures. I often used the time out hand gesture when my classes got too rowdy or excited or when I simply needed to get them refocused on a new direction in the activity. Pointing can communicate a direction. Nodding can indicate approval or rejection of an idea or request. Our bodies communicate in a wide variety of gestures.
Facial expressions communicate. Expressions are related to gestures. A smile goes a long way in communicating acceptance, friendliness, affection, and love. The tight lips and “squinted” eyes communicate disapproval, dislike, rejection.
Then, there are the arts as communication. I was reading an article this morning about Picasso’s mural, Guernica, and the message it communicated about the destruction of the village by the Nazis (supposedly as a belated birthday gift to Hitler). The utter destruction of one village and deaths of so many innocent citizens shattered Picasso, and his painting communicated that. And communication is not just for the visual arts, but also for musical arts as well. My favorite Beethoven sonata, “The Moonlight,” communicates such a sense of peace and calm in the first movement.
I think all creatures have their ways of communicating, some profound and some not so profound, but communication makes all the difference.
Today, I will think about what I want to communicate to others in my actions and words. How can I communicate through my words and photography?
Okay. I’m late to the party. That’s nothing new. I had forgotten about the A-Z Challenge until this morning as I wrote my almost daily morning pages. I say “almost daily” because I don’t always write on the weekends. My Monday to Friday routines are thrown off because my husband usually has the TV on before I emerge from the bedroom in the mornings. I have trouble concentrating on writing when the TV is on (but not so much when I’m listening to music).
So, on April 8, I will begin the A to Z challenge. This year’s theme is gratitude for the community, specifically the blogging community. I have a few folks who “like” my reading updates when I post them monthly. But I don’t really blog for an audience (though it’s nice to have readers!); I write for myself.
Today, the letter is A.
The quote for the first challenge day is a really good one, and to begin the April challenge, the focus is on the people who make us happy. I am grateful for some special people in my life. There is my husband of 41 years this June and our two adult sons. The older son is a musician and a middle school band director; the younger–the adrenalin junkie–is a full-time firefighter and EMT. I am proud of them. John always gives me something to think about and challenges my brain. Aaron makes me smile at his actions. Then there is my daughter-in-law, who makes me so proud that she is willing to stand up for the marginalized people in our society. And my grandson, Sully, just makes me smile! He is three years old (he turns four in October). He is almost always happy.
Last spring, I started a very small book club. These ladies are so special. We share a love of books and good conversation. Our little group ranges in age from 18 to 80+ (I’m not sure how old Ms. Biba is). I look forward to our monthly meetings at the local coffee shop. Isabelle, the 18-year-old, gives us so much joy in her enthusiasm for books and the way she just fits in with our group of women who are old enough to be her grandmothers!
Ms. Biba and Shana have been my support group over the last couple of months as our church goes through some changes that are not necessarily the “best,” if I am to be honest. They have had my back, as it were, when I feel afraid to speak my truth. I am so thankful for them. Shana makes me laugh with her zaniness.
This has been a strange month for reading. It seems I have started a lot of books, but didn’t finish them for some reason or another: Persuasion by Jane Austin, Women of the Word by Jen Wilkin (almost finished–I’m on the last chapter), The Let Them Theory (just started, so I can’ complain too much about not finishing that one). . . . I put The Covenant of Water on pause, but do plan to get back to it in April. It is such a beautifully written book that I do not want to abandon it. So, what did I read? A lot of “fluff”!
I started the Locke and Steele series with The Agent’s Demon and The Rose and the Ghost. The Agent’s Demon has paranormal investigator Agent Hazel Locke and her demon partner investigating the Whitechapel Murders of Jack the Ripper. When they discover the identity of the Ripper, they must flee England to Paris to save their lives. While in Paris, they plan to investigate the murder of Steele’s family. The Rose and the Ghost tells the story of the search for the identity of the murderer of Steele’s family, but also includes a retelling of The Phantom of the Opera. Reading the latter book has prompted me to read the classic Phantom although I may be singing the songs from the musical in my head while I read. These were enjoyable paranormal mysteries with a bit of history thrown in, but I’m not likely to reread either of them although I will read the next installment when it comes out.
Ellery Adams is a “local” author from North Carolina. I thoroughly enjoyed her Book Retreat mystery series and started the The Secret, Book, and Scone Society series last year. The Lost Little Library was another fun read that kept me guessing until the end. Nora, Grant McCabe (the sheriff and Nora’s lover), and the women of her book club have two mysteries to solve: the mysterious death of Lucille Wynter, who leaves Nora a book that takes her on a scavenger hunt for various items that will uncover a family secret and the theft of YA books from her book store. What I love about Adams’s two series is the allusions to all kinds of books, so much so that I regret not writing down the titles as I read so that I can read them as well! This is another series I look forward to the next installment.
Another mystery series that held my interest was Mary Lancaster’s Silver and Grey mysteries. Constance Silver and Solomon Grey team up to solve a couple of murders in this series. They work well together, and there are the beginnings of a potential romance. I will be looking forward to continuing this series as well.
I can’t lose when there is a Steve Berry book. The Medici Return is the latest book in the Cotton Mather novels. Mather is a retired agent from the Magellan Billet, a top secret intelligence organization in the U. S. government. In this installment, Mather is sent to Italy to investigate the possible criminal activities of an archbishop. However, things get complicated when a businessman and member of the Italian legislative body claims to be a direct descendant of the Medici family, to whom the Vatican owes a great deal of money. I love all the history and “local color” that Berry infuses into his novels–and the fact that he can keep me guessing about the outcome until the very end.
I am well on my way to meeting my goal of six nonfiction books. So far, I’ve read Maya Angelou’s The Heart of a Woman in her series of autobiographies and Mary Miller’s biography of Belle Baruch, who is responsible for a true South Carolina treasure, Hobcaw Barony, which she set up with the state to be an educational and research facility in the Low Country. This book was interesting in so many ways. First, Belle Baruch was an interesting woman, a feminist and women’s libber before there were such things. Second, she was a paradox, known for her generosity and kindness but also somewhat bigoted and prejudiced. It was her love of nature, though, that stands out. As I read the book, I kept thinking, “Why haven’t I learned about this?” There was so much South Carolina history, as well as U. S. history in the biography. I didn’t know there were U-boats off the coast of South Carolina or that German spies actually made landfall in the Low County. I didn’t even know about Bernard Baruch’s role in history as advisors to seven presidents. It was an eye opening experience reading this book, and we had a lively discussion during the book club meeting.
I will probably finish Women of the Word this week. This book describes a method of Bible study that goes deep into the Word of God. Although the target audience is women, the method of study outlined by Jen Wilkin is applicable to anyone who wants to study Scripture in a meaningful way. I have tried several study methods over the years, but Women of the Word brings them all together. I am also using another method, the James Method, which incorporates many of the same elements (but with different names) as Wilkin’s method.
This morning before I began this post, the Book of the Month Club posted its April selections. I’ve chosen Six Days in Bombay, a historical novel; Famous Last Words (a BOTM exclusive), and The God of Woods (I’m late to the party for this book). Hopefully, I will be able to get into the books more in April.
Oh, by the way, April is National Poetry Month, and my “practice” for this month will be to collect quotes from poems every day of the month into a handmade commonplace book. I am starting with Mary Oliver’s collection, Devotion.
My #100DayProject this year is to work on my photography. This week, I have chosen to work on editing last week’s photos, mainly the water/reflection photos of the pond in the back yard that I made last week. In particular, I’m working on learning to use masks in Lightroom Classic.
This is the original image, straight out of the camera (SOC):
I do shoot in RAW, so naturally, the image is a bit dull. So, with the help of Lightroom Classic and Photoshop, I came up with this edit:
I asked for feedback in the Year of Creative Photography group. Following the suggestion of one of the moderators, I cropped some of the dark sky at the top of the image, increased the exposure slightly, and adjusted the highlights and whites to brighten the image. This is the result:
I made the sky reflection bluer. I still need to bring out the greens at the bottom of the image, but I am making progress.
Another image I worked on is this one:
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I may have gone a bit overboard with the blue, but I like it.
It has been a long winter. It’s been cold (even though some of the news articles I’ve seen have reported that the 2024-2025 winter has been warmer than usual); I have shivered and worn more layers than usual. Maybe it’s my age.
Regardless of the meteorological data, I am seeing signs of spring: the daffodils on the pond dam are blooming. The cherry, plum, and apple trees are in full bloom. A. E. Housman described the white cherry blossoms as “snow.” This is the kind of snow I like!
With spring comes the #100dayproject and the One Little Word month of developing a practice. I’m working on both of those this month. For the One Little Word practice for March, I have chosen to write “morning pages” a la Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way: three pages first thing in the morning. I confess that I find Cameron’s practice a bit restrictive, so I modify it to suit me. Sometimes, I write three pages; sometimes not. Sometimes, I write later in the day. I don’t want my practice so restrictive that I don’t do it.
The morning pages are just part of a larger practice for the year. My word for this year is EXPLORE, and one element I want to explore is self-expression through “art”–writing, photography, doodling, drawing, etc. So, my 100 Day Project will center around developing my photography skills. I have set up five ways to work on this goal:
Make photographs. Yeah, that seems simple enough. Just pick up the camera and go out and shoot. Or use my phone camera. I have a new Lensbaby, the Velvet 56, and I haven’t practiced enough with it to be “good.” That will certainly be one of my goals while making photographs.
Learn new photo editing techniques and develop Lightroom and Photoshop skills. One of the things I like about the Year of Creative Photography class is that each month, Lori introduces a photo editing technique. I plan to experiment with them throughout the year.
Post things in Cosmos. Kim Klassen introduced Cosmos in a short four-week class last fall. Unlike Instagram, there is no need to write commentary (although there is a way to post notes and text). It’s not so much a social media share-to-brag site as it is a gigantic vision board from which to draw inspiration. By creating clusters around topics, I can search for inspiration and add photos, quotes, and videos to use as reference.
Research other photographers. Again, the Year of Creative Photography has case studies of various artists and photographers in each month’s lessons as guides and inspiration for things to try. I will research other photographers as well to learn from them as much as I can.
And, most importantly, work on the photography classes I signed up for. I have a bad habit of starting an online class and then giving up half-way through. So, I want to make follow through part of my practice.
I made a tracker for my planner to note by progress. I use reading trackers in my book journal, and I have a 31-day tracker in my OLW album to track my month-long practice of writing in my journal.
There is something to be said about putting one’s intentions out there in the world. If one announces it publicly, then there is a certain commitment to completely the things. So, I’m putting myself out there in the world. Day one has begun. (But there is also something to be said for every day being Day One. If I falter, I can always pick it up and make today Day One.)
By the way, I can color in my 100 Day tracker for gathering elements for the AYCP–Water cluster in Cosmos. I hope this gives me some ideas to try when I take out the camera later today.
Just a portion of my cluster for AYCP–Water cluster of images.
You would think that this being February, I’d be reading more traditional romance novels, but instead, I’ve been steeped in romantasy, murder mysteries, historical fiction, and memoirs.
I wanted to see what all the hype was concerning the Empyrean series, so last month, I dove in to read the three published novels so far in the series. I finished Iron Flame and Onyx Storm this month. I was somewhat underwhelmed by the series. I don’t mind an enemies-to-lovers trope; however, something bothered me about the relationship between Violet and Xaden. It was a little too “violent” at times. While they claimed to love each other, there was a lack of tenderness that I expect from a loving relationship. Perhaps the military academy setting and the constant threat of war explain the relationship.
Carla Simpson did not disappoint me in the latest addition to the Angus Brodie-Makaela Forsythe mystery series, Deadly Curse. Makaela and her partner/husband Angus Brodie assist the Metropolitan Police in solving the murder of a well-known and respected Egyptologist and his assistant and uncover a ring of thieves selling stolen ancient artifacts. Makaela’s voice as narrator is one of the things I enjoy most about the series; she is often cheeky and doesn’t take herself seriously.
I am not a real Jodi Picoult fan, but I had to read By Any Other Name. The title hints at the story since it is a direct allusion to Shakespeare, namely to the play Romeo and Juliet (Juliet’s monologue in the famous balcony scene in Act II). Picoult explores the possibility that William Shakespeare was not the factual Shakespeare but a closet Jew named Emilia Bassano, a courtesan and later a tutor and teacher. Bassano is historical; she was the first woman in English to have a book of poetry published. In this dual-time period historical novel, Picoult traces the dilemma women playwrights have had getting their works produced on stage. I have to admit that so far, this has been my favorite book so far.
My book club is reading The Heart of a Woman by Maya Angelou as our February selection. The memoir recounts Angelou’s life during the late 1950s and early 1960s when she began her work with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference and with the movement toward the end of apartheid in South Africa. I mostly listened to this book in Audible. Hearing the author read her own work brought it to life. This book has given me new insights into her poetry, especially “Phenomenal Woman” and “And Still I Rise.”
When I checked it, my Google Pixel phone suggested articles I might read. I clicked on one with suggestions for other books similar to the Empyrean, and Faebound by Saara El-Arifi was mentioned. Similar to the Empyrean books, the protagonists are bound to mythical beasts called obeah. Yeeran, her sister Lettle, and a Waning province’s army captain find themselves as prisoners in the fae kingdom. Yeeran and Rayan discover that they are half-elf, half-fae. Most of the novel covers the time they are in the underground world of the fae as they try to figure out how to return above ground to the world of elves. The novel has some romance, one of which is the enemies-to-lovers trope. I found this book a very slow starter; however, the last three or four chapters made me not want to put the book down. I enjoyed the story, though it is not a novel I would reread.
I have quite a few novels on my TBR list; the biggest problem is deciding which one to read next. That will be the decision for tomorrow.
Time flies when you’re having fun, right? January certainly flew by. Maybe it just seems that the months go by faster because I’m getting older.
So, I jumped on the Fourth Wing/Empyrean series flights this week. I just finished the second in the series this morning after two days of almost marathon reading sessions, thanks to my Kindle Unlimited subscription. And because I didn’t want to wait until the third book went to KU, I bought it and will probably start it this afternoon (after I do some laundry and eat lunch).
My take on the series: First, I enjoyed the story. I enjoyed the “enemies to lovers” subplot. I thought Rebecca Yarros created a believable fantasy world that allowed me willingly to “[suspend] disbelief,” as Samuel Taylor Coleridge says we have to do in order to engage our imaginations. I was able to buy into the world of the “war” college, the use of dragons, and magic and all that. My major criticism has to do with the language in the book. I am not really a prude; I do not pepper my own language with four-letter words because that’s not how I was brought up. I found the graphic language excessive. In fact, I found it distracted from what the characters were saying. Perhaps because I expected it in the second book, it was not as distracting, but I don’t think it was as prevalent.
Of the first two books, I actually liked Iron Flame better even though it seemed longer. I liked the twist at the very end (no spoilers, other than to say, there is a very interesting twist in the cliffhanger ending). I can’t help it; I’m a retired English teacher, so I do look for themes and foreshadowing and the like, and one of the themes that strikes me is the “power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely” theme. This theme is especially strong at the end of Iron Flame. Other motifs that appear throughout the series are “coming of age,” even though the characters are adults in their twenties (the characterization, though, makes them seem more like adolescents than adults), loyalty and betrayal, family/sibling/parent-child relationships, and the “found” family.
Last year, I began keeping a book journal/reading log, and I am continuing the practice this year. One of the things I do is list the genre of the books I’m reading because I will get into a rut if I am not making conscience decisions about what I’m reading. Sometimes, making those classifications is not easy. Fourth Wing and Iron Flame are definitely in the fantasy genre with its use of talking dragons and magic, and it is a romance as it traces the development of the relationship between Violet and Xaden. (The new term is romantasy), and I think it falls in the YA classification with the young protagonists. That being said, I would not recommend this novel for younger teen readers. I also classify this book as dystopian in many ways. It has the autocratic leadership with a secret agenda hidden from the citizens in the name of protecting them as well as the use of fear to control the characters. Fourth Wing reminded me of The Hunger Games in the way the cadets were allowed to kill each other off in order to secure their places as riders.
After I finish Onyx Storm, I will return to By Another Name. I do have a tendency to binge-read when I start a series in progress. Unfortunately, I will have to wait a couple of years before the fourth book in the Empyrean series is published. Rebecca Yarros has stated that she is not committing to the one-year turn around for this next book due to the mental and physical stresses that schedule puts on her. And there are some new books coming from the Book of the Month Club and the Aardvark Book Club in the next couple of weeks as well. February will be a busy reading month, too.
My tally for the month of January is probably nine books (unless I finish Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros in the next day or two). I finished Mistress of Lies by K. M. Enright last week and Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros yesterday.
Both books are fantasy; Both books have some questionable characters, meaning I’m not sure I like them. However, I did like the books. Mistress of Lies addresses the question of what to do about a leader and government that are oppressive. Questions of class and gender are also at play in the novel. Politics and deception are the tools of survival in this dystopian-like novel.
Fourth Wing is a faster read. It relies on action to tell the story. My jury is still out on how many stars I would rate this book (if I were the rating type). I found the profanity and graphic language excessive; the use of the f-bombs and s-words did nothing to develop characterization or the atmosphere or tone of the novel. They were more annoying to me than anything else. The setting of the riders’ quadrant and the “fly or die” and the weeding out of the weak through death reminded me of The Hunger Games where the only way to win is to survive. While some of the characters do form alliances–and romances, the overall attitude of “every rider for him/herself” is prevalent as is the spirit of distrust among the characters. While there are some genuine loyalties formed, there are not many.
My pick of the month, though, is The Teller of Small Fortunes by Julie Leong, the story of a seer who must travel across two regions to find her family of a former thief, an apprentice baker, and a mercenary in search of his missing daughter, and a reconciliation with her mother. It is a “feel-good” story in the end.
Now, I have to finish By Another Other Name by Jodi Picoult and Yarros’s Iron Flame. Also in my TBR stack is the latest installment of the Makaela Forsythe and Angus Brodie mysteries, Deadly Curse, a fun mystery with a feisty protagonist and her broody Scots “side kick” (although Brodie would definitely bristle and make that uniquely Scottish noise if he knew I called him a sidekick!).
Telling Stories 