I didn’t need a cap and gown. I learned to walk with a cane. Yes, there is a right way to use one.
You usually take the cane in the hand of your dormant side and, using your less dormant foot, take a step while moving the cane forward at the same time. Bring the other foot forward. It is a little awkward, but later, it will seem natural.
I have to admit it isn’t natural as of today, but soon it will be. I am looking forward to going shopping. For that, I will probably take my walker, as if I get tired, I can sit on the seat to rest.
Enough of my trials, now for some fun. I am on Chapter 2. of my latest book, which, as of today, does not have a title. I will figure that out after I have several chapters done.
I know that isn’t the way it is done, but this is my creation, and It is my choice. As a matter of fact, I probably should have opted for a shorter title for the original book, but then I wasn’t sure it would be a series. “Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space” sounded good at the time.
Now, eight books later, it seems kinda long, but what can I say? Too soon, old, and too late, smart!
Right now, the kids (nearly adults) are making plans to do exactly what the adults don’t want them to do and will stop them if they have time to try. Will Dr. Allen come along with them on this adventure? He is the traveling teacher of the group, but in reality, he is just a kid in an adult’s body. Time will tell. He bribed his way on their first adventure but was asked to come along after.
They are planning to steal a flying car to look for their friend Donzereli, who happens to be a Dragon, and Ruby and Nolan’s parents, who remained on the island where the volcano is erupting to save the elderly Fairies.
See you later, have a fun day…
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Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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