Bittersweet

Today is my last day of work at this job. I've been here for two and a half years. Am I sad? Yeah, a little. I love my co-workers. Fortunately, we're the type that keep in touch quite well with lunches, emails, and after hours get-togethers.

I've learned so much at this job, and I have to admit, my writing has improved dramatically. That happens when you are forced to write every single day. While I am moving on to a copyediting job, it will be different than what I've been doing, but that's ok. I'm ready for a change.

I don't think it's hit me yet. I've been so caught up with preparing for the new job and planning my vacation, not to mention finishing the novel and getting it in the mail, that it hasn't sunk in yet. But I'm sure it will when I walk out that door for the last time. It will definitely be a bittersweet moment.

The weekend plans include lots of football and relaxation. It's Labor Day on Monday here in the States, so it's a three-day weekend for a lot of people. I plan to make the most out of it. :-)

Have a great weekend!

Signs of Autumn

The temperatures dropped last night to a very comfortable 56 degrees or so. Today, our highs are supposed to be in the low 80's.

I can live with that.

We've had some truly sweltering days this summer and I, for one, was miserable. When you combine heat and humidity, well, let's just say I'm not a good person to be around.

The Huskers have their opening game Saturday and I can't wait. This is the only college sport I enjoy watching (plus it's my alma mater), and we're supposed to have a stellar quarterback this season. My stepson also has his first game this weekend and he's the quarterback for his Midget football team. Should be a good time. I anticipate some junk food and my husband yelling at the t.v. :-)

Cooler weather, school's in session, and football - definite signs of fall. I can already see my mood improving. :-)

Because You Can Never Look At It Enough

Seriously. How can I not look at this and think,

Wow. I wrote that.

P.S. - Don't forget to look at yesterday's post. It's a video! (One that I should have sent to America's Funniest Home Videos!)

For Your Viewing Pleasure

A few years ago, we made the trek to the Omaha Zoo. And if you have been reading this blog long enough, you'll remember the story of how the white tiger decided to lift his tail and teach me a lesson.

And at long last, here is the video:

News Update

The book is done, done, DONE.

I didn't come up with an idea to fix the second half of the book for one reason: the second half of the book is going to be its own book. When I had my critique partners read it oh, about three months ago, they said that my book naturally ended at the conclusion of part one and that the second part felt "tacked on." Well, me, being the stubborn Italian that I am, thought that they were wrong and the second half needed to be included.

But I took a long, hard look at it and I realized that they were right. But my characters' story isn't finished yet - and that is why there will be a sequel.

I don't know why I was so resistant to this idea before. I think it's because I dearly loved the second part of the book and didn't want to let it go. But you know what they say - "murder your darlings."

So I gave the manuscript one more read-through and I can honestly say that I love this story. I feel it's strong, heartwarming, and well, good. I'm excited to see what the agent thinks. And best of all? I have a sequel in the works that is going to be so much fun to write. It's going to require more research into postwar Berlin, but hey - that's not a problem for a historian!

Other News...

It's been a crazy, busy week. I found another job and I'm very excited. I'll be working as a copyeditor now in a place only five minutes from my house. The people are great and so is the company. It was rather sad to give my notice at my old job - I'd been there for two and a half years. But it was time to go.

But I am in need of a vacation before I start the new job, so I'm off to western Nebraska over Labor Day weekend. I plan on staying for a week, visiting all of my family and maybe sneaking up to Fort Robinson (where my novel takes place) and making sure I got all the details right. :-)

Hubby's doing fine in his walking cast - thank goodness he doesn't need to worry about crutches. I'm hopeful that his job interview on Monday goes well.

I'd like to say I want to take a break now that the novel is done, but here's the thing - I don't want to! There are too many wonderful ideas floating around in my head. I plan on starting my Italian Duet novel and working on the outline for the sequel to the novel I just finished. I'm much happier when I'm writing, so why deny myself? ;-)

Have a great weekend!

You're Not Going to Believe This

My husband broke his foot.

You don't believe me, do you.

I wish I were fooling.

I'm not.

He has to have a booted cast on for six weeks.

Isn't life grand?

Storms and Golf Courses

Big, huge thunderstorm last night. Wind gusts up to 80 mph. (No, I'm not kidding). Hail. Fierce rain. Lightning. Thunder.

It was a bit scary.

While I love thunderstorms, storms of this power and magnitude are a bit scary. Tornados are always a possibility in this area and the strong winds can do a lot of damage.

(This picture isn't from our storm, but we did have golf-ball sized hail last night).

My daughter usually loves storms, too, but this one was a bit too much for her. This morning on the way to school, we listened to the radio and heard reports from last night's weather - trees falling on houses and cars, power outages, and golf-ball sized hail. My daughter listened with interest and then proceeded to ask me a question.

"Mom, why did the storm go to the golf course?"

How do you not chuckle at that?

Well, I did chuckle. But then I also realized how we made another memory this morning.

Some day, I'll be driving her to high school and she'll be checking her hair in the mirror (or not, since she hates to have her hair combed and is quite the tomboy, but you never know...) and she'll be flipping the radio stations to listen to her favorite songs, telling me about the latest cute guy at school, and maybe I'll say, "Remember that day you asked me why the storm went to the golf course?"

I hope she gets a big grin on her face and says, "Yes! Wasn't that funny?" and doesn't roll her eyes at me and say, "Mom! Don't even mention that again!"

But even if she does do the latter, I'll always remember the day the storm made a special trip to the golf course—and created a special memory in my heart.

Typing "The End"

I finished the novel yesterday. I had to turn down a game of Scrabble with my husband to do it, but hey, we all gotta make sacrifices (besides, hubby usually kicks my tush in that game).

But while I lay in bed last night, it hit me that there was something missing from the last 1/4 of the novel. This book is structured differently than anything I've ever done before, to the point that I've broken it into "part one" and "part two." Well, part one is solid - it's got the rising action, the major plot points, the black moment, and the resolution without resolving all the issues. Well, part two needs to resolve those issues - but it also needs to have its own black moment.

And it doesn't.

So I'm trying to figure out what to do.

I'm frustrated with myself for not seeing this sooner. I think I was so focused on "getting it done" that I ignored my writer's instinct. And now it's come back to haunt me. I couldn't get to sleep last night (not a good thing since today was the first day of school and I had to be up and at 'em!) because I kept running different scenarios through my mind on how to fix this.

This is what happens when you focus on deadlines and don't pay attention to the craft.

Lesson learned.

The writing journey is full of little bumps and detours that, in the end, make me a better writer. And really, that's ok. Life's lessons are not always pleasant, but that's how we learn and grow.

So I'm off to grow some more!

Have a great Monday...

Still Going...

Well, I didn't finish the novel edits yet. But this weekend should allow me more than enough time to get them done. So I guess I'll miss my deadline by a few days, but hey, that's not too bad, is it?

Besides, it's Friday. And you cannot be hard on yourself on Friday.

What are your weekend plans?

At Last!

The wound vac is off.

The antibiotics are stopped.

No further skin graft needed.

And hubby is cleared to work!

Wooooooo hooooooooooooo!

We made it! Thanks for all your thoughts, good wishes, emails, and prayers over the past two months. They meant the world!

The Frustration Mounts

What is going on? Last night I could barely write. I tried and tried to get this scene to work and it refused. So I gave up, went to bed, and suddenly, there was the solution. I wrote it down and thought, ok, got that taken care of, I'll just write the new scene tomorrow.

Well, I'm trying to write that scene (yes, work is a bit slow) and be darned if I can get the words to flow. Am I getting antsy for this to be over and done with and sent in to the agent? Perhaps.

So I'm listening to Frank Sinatra and trying to work my way through this.

And waiting for my husband to call with the report on his arm.

Maybe that's why I'm unnerved. I really, really, REALLY do not want him to go back to the hospital for additional surgery...

Will post more when I know more! :-)