Tuesday Tales: From the Word PILL

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Badge for TT - very small (1)Hello Again and welcome to this week’s Tuesday tales,the blog where weel-known and new authors share their current work in progress with you. Each week, the prompt revolves around a word or, once a month, a picture. This week, the word is PILL.

I continue to offer snippets from my current wip, which is tentatively entitled, Wedding Bell Blues. Normally, I’d only post one POV, but you need this first part to enjoy the second.

Here you go:

“I’ll bet it has, and I don’t know half of the story,” Paul said, swallowing awkwardly.

Is there ever an easy way to do this?

“There’s a fully stocked bar in the bungalow, but before I give you any booze, any chance you’re pregnant?”

MJ gaped at him, and he watched the fury build in her eyes.

“What in hell made you jump to that conclusion?”

“You did. You said you didn’t eat this morning and you just fainted.”

“I didn’t eat this morning, jackass, because the flight left at six, and I expected to get fed on the plane.”

He didn’t comment on the name she’d called him. “Another casualty of the war on terrorism, but you did faint.”

“Fine. I can’t explain that, but I can guarantee I’m not with child. Now, if you don’t mind, I really want to get out of here.”

He’d need to apologize for what he’d said, but right now, she was mad enough to spit nails.

Maybe a drinkor two isn’t such a bad idea.


bgackpackMore angry and embarrassed than she’d ever been in her entire life, MJ followed Paul along the crushed, white stone walkway, edged by artificial torches, watching her backpack bounce along on his shoulder. It was just her luck that her hero turned out to be as big a jerk as the man responsible for this mess. Pregnant? What the hell kind of person did he think she was? He was the one with the babe in the bedroom. If he had the morals of an alley cat, that was his problem, not hers.

So much for thinking life was going to improve. Wait until Mama hears this.

sunhatAnd she had no doubt Mama and everyone else she knew would hear about her latest fiasco. Once Mark realized she’d been foolish enough to ignore his threat and come here, he’d put his own spin on things, and it would be all over Stilton, and Mama would bear the biggest share of the shame. She’d really messed up this time, and knowing what an absolute fool she’d made of herself was a bitter pill to swallow. Once she got to Paul’s room, she wasn’t leaving it again until it was time to board the ferry, and she’d have to find a way to get from here to there unseen. Maybe with a big hat and sunglasses…

She sighed. She could try appealing to Mark’s better nature, but he didn’t have one. No, this was his revenge, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. The odds she could escape the island and he wouldn’t hear about it were astronomical. By now, her situation was most likely the talk of the resort and that wouldn’t end today. She swallowed awkwardly. How many others had jumped to the same conclusion as Paul? Exhaling heavily, she hurried to catch up to her rescuer.

The sun had dried most of the lush tropical plants and the rich scent of exotic flowers perfumed the air. She could hear birds in the canopy overhead, and couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place. Now that she was accustomed to the warmer air, she realized it wasn’t as bad as it had been.

Paul slowed his pace so she could catch up.

wedding bells“The guy who sold me the vacation package didn’t tell me this was a couples’ resort,” Paul said. “You didn’t mention you were getting married. Congratulations. So what happened to your room?”

Before she could think of anything to say, the path veered left, and she yelped.

“What the hell is that? Is that a dragon? They have dragons here?” she screeched, trying to climb up on Paul’s shoulders and join the backpack.

Paul chuckled. “Calm down. It’s not a dragon, it’s just an iguana. It won’t hurt you. It eats nothing but plants and leaves. Even the bugs are safe. These are quite domesticated. See, it’s even got a collar.”

iguana“What difference does a damn collar make?” she asked, moving behind him, using him as a shield against the monster. “I’ve seen iguanas, and they’re green, not grayish like that one, and they definitely are not that big.”

“This is a green iguana, but its color fades to a greenish gray as it ages. I’ll admit it’s larger than most specimens you’ve seen, but it’s harmless. Right now, that poor little guy is as warm as you are, and that’s why he’s so pale. He’s heading into the undergrowth to cool off. If you see him tonight, he’ll be much darker in color.”

Little guy? If I meet that thing alone tonight, I’ll have a coronary,” she said, offended by the smirk he tried to hide. “What is it with you an overgrown animals? You’ve got a horse-sized dog and now this, this … dinosaur. That sucker’s at least four feet long and has to weight forty pounds, and you expect me to believe it eats plants?”

“Twenty tops,” he said, his shoulders shaking.

The son of a bitch is laughing at me.

If she weren’t so upset she might see the humor in the situation, but right now she’d rather kick him hard, and hope the giant lizard didn’t come to his defense.

dinosaur“His ancestors ate plants and look at the size of those.” Paul used his foot to nudge the reptile out of the way and send him back into the trees. The animal disappeared into the bushes.

MJ eyed the brush suspiciously, not convinced the monstrosity was gone, but unwilling to go looking for the lizard—if that’s what it really was. She realized Paul had started walking again and hurried to catch up to him.

“Some of his ancestors were meat-eaters, and who’s to say he won’t morph into an omnivore when salad isn’t enough to fill him up? I didn’t realize this island would be like the Galapagos Islands—they left that out of the literature. What next bird-sized mosquitoes and giant heads?”

“I haven’t seen any huge bugs,” he answered trying to keep a straight face. “But I plan to look at a gigantic head tomorrow. If you were sticking around, you could come with me. The tour leaves first thing in the morning, and we’d be gone for the day. You didn’t answer my question. How come you don’t have a room?”

“It’s just one of those modern miracles. The computer cancelled my reservation,” she answered, trying to be blasé. “They’ve found me a place in Saint Pierre, but it isn’t available until the day after tomorrow.” She hoped he wouldn’t ask too many questions. She was a dismal liar at the best of times, and given the situation, concocting a lie to explain it all and save face was a feat way outside of her area of expertise.

The all-day trek off the island sounded promising. If she could leave before Mark and Melena arrived, it would be her word against his, and since Mama thought she was in Watertown, the only one who’d know the truth would be Carla. Obviously Paul knew, but since there was no way in hell Mama would ever know he was in Watertown, let alone here, it might work. She could leave the tour on Martinique and get herself to the airport. The sooner she got back to the United States, the better.

That way, I’d never have to tell Mama what I’ve done.

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A to Z Challenge 2016: T is for Two

TGood day. I hope your weekend is going well. A few years ago, when I taught English, I had the opportunity to teach Hamlet. The line,

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

stuck with me and to this day, continues to astound me. Last June, I was invited to join a weekly blog group and had the opportunity to meet and share my writing efforts with several phenomenal authors I’m pleased to now call friends. Over the months, messages were exchanged, and I’ve come to “know” as in “Facebook know” Iris. Chatting was slightly problematic since she lives in Australia and I’m in Canada, but during the course of our discussions, I discovered she spent part of a year in Montreal, Quebec, which is just 100 miles from where I live. While I was a teacher, Iris works at a school, and we are both new authors.

Today, in the A to Z Challenge, we give the stage to the letter T. T can stand for many things: talking, torment, twins–any one of which I could’ve blogged about, but instead I chose to write about two. Two what? you ask. Two books with the same title, written months apart by two authors who didn’t even know one another at the time the books were written.

The two books in question are both titled, Echoes of the Past, and the authors are myself and  Iris Blobel. That’s right. A Canadian author and an Aussie one–how much farther apart can you get? The world really has shrunk!

So, let’s look at the books. Here is Iris Blobel Echoes of the Past ECHOES OF THE PAST by Iris Blobel. It’s part of her Fermosa Bay Series, Book #1. The contemporary romance was released February 16, 2016.

About the Book:

Emily Bradshaw waited over twenty years to see Connor again…

When her childhood friend, Connor Walsh, returns home to see his ailing father, Emily is elated to be reunited with the handsome man who moved to London so many years ago. But excitement fades to disappointment when he doesn’t remember her—or their first kiss. With her crush on Connor still in full swing, she’s determined to enjoy the short time he’s in Fermosa Bay, even though she knows her heart will break when he returns to his life in London.

When Connor receives news that his biological father is terminally ill, he returns to Fermosa Bay, Australia. 

With memories of his childhood tucked fondly in the back of his mind, returning to the small, coastal town leaves him to wonder how life would have been if his mother had never taken him away. Would he have been married and had children? Perhaps with Emily Bradshaw…

Secrets from long ago begin to unfold…

As Connor and his father grow closer, Connor learns his parents have a broken love story of their own. Will the echoes of the past lure him into staying, maybe for good? Or will he relive his parents’ tragic story and flee to London?

Walking away from a real chance at true love…

Purchase links:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/20dEHY9

Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1K5Skqn

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Q0Nozf

Now, let’s look at my ECHOES OF THE PAST. It isn’t part of a series and was released originally in June 2014 and re-released in Spetember 2015. Strangely, it too deals with reunited lovers who don’t recognize one another, but it’s based on a Mohawk myth. This is a paranomal/romance/suspense novel.

About the Book:

EchoesEbookFinalBorn Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele, the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths? Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred waters, and fulfill her destiny?

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Echoes-Past-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B014X8XLLY

Have you noted the water on each cover? Two books, same title, some similarities, many differences. Checking with Amazon, I found that a search for Echoes of the Past yields 1778 entries! I guess great minds do think alike.


Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/IrisBlobel

Twitter: https://twitter.com/_iris_b

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4067254.Iris_Blobel

new picture of meAmazon bestselling author Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She is of French-Canadian descent. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

Not content with one subgenre, Susanne writes romance that ranges from contemporary to sci-fi and everything in between.  She is a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America as well as a member of the Trans Canada Romance Writers Group.

When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traveling to interesting places she can use as settings in her future books. In summer she enjoys camping with her grandchildren and attending various outdoor concerts and fairs. In winter, she likes to cuddle by the fire and watch television.

Follow Susanne on her:  Website    Blog    Facebook page    Twitter @jandsmatt

Amazon author page    and    Goodreads author page

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A to Z Challenge 2016: S is for S words like Sound and Silence.

SHello again, and welcome to Living the Dream. It’s nice to see so many people stop by and choose to keep dropping in after that. You are all welcome.

Today, the letter of the day in the A to Z Challenge is the snaky letter S. Have you ever thought about the sound of the letter S? It’s like the hiss of a snake or the sound of air seeping out of a tire. It can remind you of the sizzle of steak on a grill, or the snap of a bursting balloon.

There are many positive S words, like soldier, sentinel, safety, safeguard, and savior, but then the letter also introduces words with negative implications–secret, slimy, sneaky, sin, and sly. When I think of the letter S, I inevitably think of silence.

Silence is highly underrated. I need silence to write. I don’t have mood music in the background. If the weather’s nice, I’ll have the window open and listen to the outdoor sounds–the singing of birds,  the buzzing of insects, the noises associated with yard work: saws, lawn mowvers, weed whackers. If it’s a particularly quiet day, I may even hear the sing-song sound of my water fountain located just under my office window.

What do I hear right now? The clatter of the keys as I press them and the hum of the fan in my desktop.I also hear the heater go on and off since the temperature is anything but spring-like today, although the sun is shining. But what I hear most in the silence are my own thoughts and ideas as I commit them to this document.

Being an author is a second career for me after spending more than 30 years as an educator. I was one of the lucky ones who got to be a stay-at-home mom until my children were all in school full-time. As a teacher, I was able to spend a lot of time with my family, a gift for which I was and am grateful. Now that I’ve retired, I get to spend my days spinning tales, using that enormous imagination I have to entertain and amuse.

As a writer, one of the most difficult tasks I’ve undertaken was writing Secrets and Lies,Hearts of Braden book. Each book in the series is stand-alone, written by  separate authors, and completed within weeks and months of one another. The covers, similar in nature and designed by the same cover artist, depict the fact the books are set in the same small town, but with different starring characters. What made writing this book so hard was incorporating charcters from previous books based solely on the authors brief description of them. So, while I could invent charcters, I had to adhere to a setting and minor charcters that were a mystery to me. But, amazingly it worked well. I’ve had a chance to read other books in the series and it’s amazing that everything worked out so well. In the silece of my office, I imagined my characters and theirs and spun my story.

About Secrets and Lies:

Secrets&LiesFinaleBookSmall (2)DEA agent, Emily Shepherd, is after the Chef, a crystal meth cook, who sets up labs for the Mexican cartel and walks away—the same man responsible for the deaths of her husband and unborn child. Her search leads her to Braden, Iowa, a small town just right for the Chef’s specialty. But identifying her quarry won’t be easy when she’s up against a woman who sees her as a threat, a male chauvinistic deputy sheriff, and an attractive school principal who might just be at the center of it all.
Jackson Harris has sworn off women. Life is satisfactory, if lonely, until he meets a hazel-eyed damsel in distress who gets under his skin, and triggers that protective instinct of his. There’s a killer in town, one who may or may not be a notorious drug lord. Finding him, and keeping his town, his students, and Emily safe, may be harder than he thinks.
Love is breaking out in Braden, Iowa. Follow all the romance with this collection of stories. Secrets and Lies is part of the Hearts of Braden Series, a multi-author series Secrets and Lies stands alone for your reading enjoyment, but the story doesn’t need to end there.

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Secrets-Lies-Hearts-Braden-Book-ebook/dp/B0184FUC5U

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A to Z Challenge 2016: R is for Reading Versus Listening

RGood morning. Thank you for dropping by and visiting Living the Dream today. It’s been an exciting month and I look forward to checking my stats each day and seeing all the different national flags. Back on April 7, 2016, I blogged about Five Fascinating Facts about Audio Books. I had the opportunity to listen to Elizabeth Meyette’s The Cavanaugh House since then, and can honestly say, WOW! What an experinece.

Since today is dedicated to the letter R, I’m going to discuss Reading vs Listening. It’s a win-win situation.  I love to read almost as much as I love to write, but there is a disadvantage to reading–you can’t do it and do something else like make dinner or clean the house at the same time. The Cavanaugh House s a long book, and I’d started it a few weeks ago, but with the amount of time it took to get Hello Again completed and ready for the Kindle Scout Campaign, I had to set it aside. When I read, my imagination conjures up the world in the book,. I’m transported there, much the way I am when I write. I see things in my imagination that make the story real.

TCH Audiobook Cover - TCH3When I was asked to listen to The Cavanaugh House I had mixed feeling. I’m a visual person. Would I get the same emotional/psychological impact from listening alone? I wasn’t sure. But then it dawned on me that I listen to my own books as I read them through for editing. While it’s true, I’m concerned with missing words and awkward sentences, once I get to the final read, i do a lot of visualizing. Could I do the same for Elizabeth’s book?

At firsat, I decided to read and listen at the same time, going over what I’d read before, but since my reading speed and the narrator’s speed were different, that actually became frustrating. I  realized something else–reading along didn’t change anything from the regular reading time. I decided to try the audio alone. It only took a few pages for the narrator to suck me into the story. Lo and behold, I was as into it as I was reading. and I loved it. I also managed to make supper and clean the house, while staying in the story. Since I got sucked in so deep, I wouldn’t recommend reading and driving, but if you have a commute and someone else drives, go for it.

Listening will never replace reading for me, unless i get to a point where I can’t read, but it’s definitely an option I’ll consider in the future.   Want to read  or listen to The Cavanaugh House? Here’s the link. http://www.amazon.com/Cavanaugh-House-Elizabeth-Meyette-ebook/dp/B00KBAZ9ZK

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MidWeek Tease:Something from Echoes of the Past

Good morning. If you are looking for the A to Z Challenge post for the letter Q, just scroll on down, but feel free to read this post as well.

MWTease15 For this week’s tease, I thought I’d take you back to a scene in Echoes of the Past because that book is in a cover competition this week, and I’d appreciate your votes. Nothing to buy–well not unless you want to. LOL

If you’d like to vote for the cover, here’s the link.



 And here is your tease:

Tony, eyes closed to avoid the bright, white, fluorescent glare of the lights, waited on the uncomfortable wooden church pew outside the mayor’s office. He wondered if this form of torture was intentional or accidental. His headache had eased thanks to the third dose of analgesics. The door opened. He opened his eyes, alert once more.

A heavy-set, middle-aged dragon, whose nametag read Mildred Stanton, walked over to him. “His Worship will see you now.” There wasn’t a hint of warmth in her voice.

Tony followed dragon lady down to the mayor’s office. She knocked on the door and opened it.

“Professor Steele is here, your honor.”

“Thank you, Mildred.” The petty dictator didn’t look up, but continued to shuffle papers on his desk as if he were looking for something in particular. “You can leave now. I won’t need you any more today. As soon as this interview is over, I have to go to the winery for a few hours. Put the answering machine on, and we’ll deal with anything that comes up tomorrow. The pathologist from Toronto will be here late in the morning.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She closed the door behind her.

Tony stood impatiently waiting for the mayor to acknowledge him. Stress always made his headache worse.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, Dr. Steele, I won’t keep you long. There were some urgent matters I had to settle.” Mayor Ron Davies didn’t sound sorry one bit, in fact, he sounded smug. He glanced up and removed his reading glasses.

Something about him left a bad taste in Tony’s mouth. They’d met a couple of times in passing, but the man gave him the same feeling he got when confronted by a snake. He hated snakes.

The mayor, in his mid-forties, was young for the job, but as owner of one of the more successful wineries on the island, he commanded a lot of respect. He was part Mohawk and had recently cropped his hair so short it looked like moss growing on his head. Unlike Tony’s overly-casual attire, the mayor wore a navy suit, white shirt, navy and silver striped tie, and his chain of office. He wore a Rolex, not a knock-off, on his left wrist and the gold signet ring on his finger held the largest Ray Star garnet he’d ever seen. The man took his responsibilities seriously, but there was something about him Tony didn’t like.

Normally, he got along well with others. He ran cross-country or skate-skied depending on the weather, but in truth, he had no life beyond his lab and liked it that way. He enjoyed the company of women, dated occasionally, but no one had ever appealed to him—well, the mysterious woman did, but he couldn’t count a dream sex life as real. There was something about the mayor … It had to be the eyes—cold dark eyes that never looked into his when he spoke to him. He didn’t trust a man who wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

Coming to Prince Edward County to study the water in the Lake of the Mountain had been Tony’s dream, and when his grant proposal had been accepted last year, he’d been thrilled, but the mayor had blocked him every step of the way. Why? Proving an unlimited aquifer ran under the Canadian Shield would be a great accomplishment, and it would bring scientists here from around the world. Their money was as good as anyone else’s. It was unlikely he would finish the project now. He had never expected his dream to end in tragedy.

The mayor stood and crossed the floor. He didn’t offer his hand, but stopped a few feet in front of him, too close, as far as Tony was concerned.

He didn’t like people invading his space. His head had begun to throb again, and he’d already taken more medication than he should have.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. They won’t be able to release the bodies to the parents as soon as we’d hoped. Dr. Slaney, the local G.P. you met this morning, is filling in for our medical examiner and didn’t run things through me. Unfortunately, he reported to the Provincial Coroner’s Office, and they’ve latched onto the case. The bodies have been transported to Belleville pending the arrival of a forensic pathologist from Toronto. I don’t know when he’ll release the bodies. I trust you’ll inform the parents. That’ll be all.”

Tony saw red. He was being dismissed?

Who the hell does this guy think he is?

“What the hell do you mean he won’t release the bodies? You said this morning the police were calling it an accidental drowning. I have grieving parents on their way. They’re going to want to know what’s going on.”

The mayor pivoted and stood even closer.

Tony smelled the coffee and stale cigarette smoke on the man’s breath.

“Then maybe you should ask them. I understand one of the family members caused this delay. It’s out of my hands.”

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A to Z Challenge 2016 Q as in Quintessential

QWelome back to The A to Z Challenge on Living the Dream. This year’s challenge has been a fantastic opportunity to meet new people and explore new horizons. I’ve visited more than 200 blogs to date and have had my best days ever for likes, follows, and visitors. I’ve had guests drop by from all over the world, and I’ve visted them in return. If you aren’t part of the blog hop, consider signing up next year– you have a whole year to think of 26 posts!

Today’s letter is one of the tough ones–the letter Q. I thought of talking about qualities again, or perhaps quotes in general, but instead I chose a word people rarely use. Q is for Quintessential. Definition quintessential

Today, I want to talk about the literary character I admire most, Sherlock Holmes, the quintessential observer. Interestingly enough, the font used for this image is called quintessential.  quintessential-Sherlock holmes

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of the books depicting what is surely the world’s best known detective, had a way with words that many writers, including myself, aspire to emulate. Since I write suspense romance, the power of observation, even the smallest detail, can be essential to a story. Over the years, many actors have attempted to portray the wily detective–some have done a better job that others.  Some of these I know; others are a mystery. Basil Rathbone was the quintessential Sherlock Holmes just as Sean Connery is the quintessential James Bond. How many can you name? How many have you seen in action? Did you love their portrayal? Did you hate it?


Two nights ago, I watched a new Sherlock Holmes movie, one that touched me deeply. It was simply called Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes

This film really got to me, and I think it’s because it touched on my greatest fear–senility. If we agree that Sherlock Holmes didn’t drown at the hands of Dr. Moriarity, then the quintessential detective grew old. Ian McKellen protrays Sherlock Holmes long past his time. He’s a lonely old man who gave up detective work because of his last case. After seeing Dr. Watson’s version of the case brought to life on the screen, he determines to “fix the inaccuracies” in the story, but there’s a problem–his memory is failing. I won’t spoil the story, but surfice it to say, I was in tears a couple of times.

Seeing the quintessential detective struggle to be the person he was, capable of doing what he did, brings home the nature of our humanity and the fragility of our bodies and minds. To me, Sherlock Holmes will always be the best deductive reasoner– ficitonal or real makes no difference.

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A to Z Challenge 2016 P is for Persistence

PWelcome once again to Living the Dream as we plod our way through the last dozen letters or so of the alphabet. Today, we have the letter P. Whenever I think of that letter, Peter Piper immediately comes to mind, but then so do other P words. The letter P begins many great words, such as power, potential, poignant, perseverence, and piety, but I chose to look at persistence again, just as i did last year, because like so many things, it’s necessary for success.


To some, persistence isn’t seen as a good thing. It’s that “dog with a bone” quality some people have that won’t allow them to give up or give in, even when the battle is lost. It’s what some people see as mulishness or pig-headedness. To others, it’s foolhardniness when a person refuses to back down. Like David and Goliath. The odds of killing the giant were slim to none, but he persisted in his goal to do so.

For many, persistence is that factor that won’t let them give up on trying to make a difference, even against trememdous odds. It’s what has led to breakthgroughs in science and medicine. To me, persistence is both a good and a bad quality, as so many of them are.

Persistance 2How many times have you told a child to”Keep trying and you’ll get it.” or “Don’t give up.”  and how many have done just that? For years, I was afraid to do what I wanted to do. I believed all the naysayers and did what society wanted me to do. I went to school each day, taught my students, went home and did wife and mommy things, But I didn’t do anything for me. I didn’t dream. I persisted in believing it wasn’t possible.

When I retired, somehow, I found the gumption to give in to my dream and try it. Doing something when everyone tells you you’re crazy, is the ultimate example of persistence. “That’s a great hobby.” “Why on Earth would you want to do something like that now? You’re retired. Enjoy your freedom. Don’t chain yourself to a desk.”

When I first started writing, I came so close to giving up well before I finished my first book. The idea that I was cocky enough to think I could write a book that others would want to read was one I clung to with tenacity, but did I have what it took to persevere? In the midst of my doubts, a friend gave me a laminated copy of Calvin Coolidge’s words on persistence.


Imagine having enough self-confidence to believe your willingness to continue with a task, an idea, or a goal, can overshadow talent, genius, and education. Where would we be if scientists and medical researchers hadn’t persisted in their tasks?

images5No writer starts off at the top of the bestseller list. If they do, it’s because they took the time to study the market and managed to latch onto a phenomena that worked for them. As a writer, I’ve learned the importance of presistence in writing. I understand the need to read, write, reread, and rewrite. I struggle with show and not tell as we all do, but I persist at it, trying to make each book, story, or novella better than the one before. Thomas Carlyle sums it up nicely.




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