Behind the Curtain

You know from my ABOUT page that traveling is a passion of mine, and in mid-October I am flying to Quito, Ecuador to serve on a school accreditation team.  From there I’m going to the Galapagos Islands so I am really looking forward to that experience and hope that Keeping Faith will be available on Amazon when I return. You’ll be the first to know because it will be advertised right here on the web site.

I love traveling, but I don’t love flying although I have logged more than 40,000 miles on planes this year. One reason I probably don’t enjoy the going and coming is because I fly economy which means I sit in the “no class section” of the plane.  Not only am I packed in like a salted sardine, the food is bad, the drinks are slow arriving and the people next to me are usually not any happier about being in this part of the plane as I am.

I know the little kids aren’t because they are crying, drooling and otherwise fretting.  I want to join them, but I know others would not be as patient with me. But at least now I have acquired so many points that I have an elite status which means I can now sit in rows where I can see people in first class.  They are just different you know–a little more composed, relaxed, smug.

On a recent trip from Peru I had my first experience actually sitting in that section because my friend Gayle, who is a classy gal, pulled some strings or used points or something for me to sit with her.  The only problem was because of the train ride to and from Machu Picchu, coupled with the high altitude in Cusco and the food poisoning in Lima, I was left a bit spent and unable to enjoy the amenities as much as I know I could on another occasion.

Also, although I will be eternally grateful to my friend, I have curmudgeon tendencies so I kept thinking, why couldn’t this pleasure been used on my almost 14 hour trip from Houston to Tokyo or on the long, boring trips to Europe or Egypt. Destinations in South America don’t usually require the long hours or cause the dreaded jet lag that others do. But it was, nonetheless, long enough to get me accustomed to a better mode of transport, and I will have a difficult time returning to my tiny seat BEHIND THE CURTAIN.

Raccoons–Welcome Back To The Yard

The plan today was to get up early and get a mountain of work done on the book, but the best laid plans do definitely follow Murphy’s Law.

It is once again those pesky raccoons. Daddy Raccoon is the latest captive, but he didn’t go down without a fight. In the trap he managed to tear up all the grass under and around the cage. He hissed at me on his way to the truck as to let me know he had the last word. Kind of hurt my feelings. After all I never meant this to get personal.

But first, the funny part.  When the animal control guy came he said, “Ma’am, I am going to need to call for back-up.  BACKUP! For a RACCOON! I wondered if he planned to arrest him or just read him his rights. I knew he wasn’t going to shoot him because he had already said earlier that they take them to the end of Beach Rd., about two and a half miles from here and let them loose. I sort of wish they would tag them. That way when they return in a few days I’ll know MY raccoons.  It’s a bonding thing. Maybe I could put up a sign that says,” Welcome Back To The Yard.” That might encourage them to take a little more pride in the place.

Now, the guys have left me two traps. Actually, I had to sign for them because the city will charge me $150.00 each if the raccoon decides he likes them and takes them home or something. I’m surprised the city doesn’t require a license to trap raccoons. Obviously, they haven’t thought of that. I am a little concerned though.  What if I trap two at once?  This could call for “real back-up”—like the Texas National Guard.  This is much bigger than I first imagined and at $150.00 a trap has the potential to get expensive. Furthermore, I hope PETA doesn’t hear about any of this. I promise I am treating them well—the best cat food money can buy to draw them into the trap which is strategically placed in the shade so they are less stressed as they wait for animal control. But I must remember to have some water near.  How could I have forgotten that? I can’t afford to take any chances of animal cruelty now that I can be easily found on Google.

So now, I must go work on my yard to try to salvage some grass.  I have a million other things to do today.  Within the next two days I have to decide on the fonts and back cover, plus finish negotiations of the final cover design. But right now I must stop and put on my work clothes!!!

Book Publishing Excitement is Building

Book activity seems to be moving at a heightened pace, and I must admit I am excited, but at the same time trying not to let myself get too giddy in fear that it will come crashing down again.  After all, Keeping Faith has for almost three years done just that.  As a crumpled manuscript on my book shelf  and a nondescript icon on my laptop, she has kept the faith, most of the time better than I. After months of revisions and rejections, I had my doubts that Patrick, et. al, would ever be running freely on the pages of a real novel. Now it looks like they may not just run, but hopefully jump off the pages into your heart.

After seeing the first draft of the cover design last night and then talking to Chris, my agent, I am back to the way I felt right after I finished writing the book–exuberant, enthusiastic, optimistic, yet decidedly a little more knowledgeable, less naive and somewhat jaded about the whole book publishing process. After all, I was dumb enough not to realize how many times I would have to rewrite, edit, rewrite, edit and rewrite again.  I spent the last two days doing just that, and I still worry that after it is all said and done and I hold that sweet book in my hands that there will be a mistake.  I can’t help it. I’ve decided I just won’t look, but it will happen.  In college, I worked at a newspaper. I saw what can happen to a headline after five people had checked it–the minute it hits the ink it morphs into something alien. Besides some Sodoku puzzle solving type will find something grammatically wrong with Keeping Faith which is why I don’t like grammar.  I never really did.  It is too much like math for me to like.  I remember when I was working on my dissertation and holding my own with any professor,meeting with the “Grammar Gestapo” gave me shivers because no matter how many times I had read that copy she would find a missed comma or a typo faster than a dropped call in an elevator.

Now give me literature and I shine. I love the symbolism (I hope you see it in my novel–it’s everywhere, but I can’t tell you anymore). Throw in those metaphors, personifications, hyperboles and there’s an interesting pot of stew.  Those words even sound fun and pretty and welcoming–but grammar–I don’t think so! Now I know this sounds weird and counter to what I just said, but I did like to diagram sentences once in a while.  That was okay and seemed like a bit of a game compared to those other grammar drills that most of my stiff, old maid English teachers thought were so useful and worthwhile.  Now talk diagramming sentences to anyone under 50 years old and watch the eyes glaze over in confusion. They don’t have a clue!

I shouldn’t be so hard on English teachers because I was once one myself. I trudged through that long semester of grammar each year so I could get to literature–stories of unrequited love and conquests, heroes and heroines, soliloquies and long passages that took a person on a journey they otherwise might never go. But then it was always back to grammar because that is just every day life.  So now today I will look at my manuscript one last time—what part of finished, done, complete, final do I not understand?? Why can’t I just put it to bed??? It seems that grammar won’t let you get a handle on those words because after all, grammar like everything else changes and why I ask?  Why is it that it was okay not to have a comma with an “and” in words in a series back when I taught English and now it is expected? I  guess it really doesn’t matter because I was always conflicted anyway since I had a double major in English and journalism. Those snobbish English people thought journalists a little loose and uncultured because the rules weren’t the same–for grammar or anything else for that matter. And just one more thing and then I will calm down and stop, but I just have to admit that sometimes I fight with that little guy in the computer when he tells me to change a comma to a semi-colon.  How does he know anyway? I say he’s wrong; my friends say I’m wrong.  I’ll get back to you later. I have some proofing to do!!