Tuesday, May 13, 2014

When We Last Left Our Heroine...

...she was recovering from what seemed to be a sudden attack of a flu. (It's telling that when I'm trying to type this, I'm coming up with "glu" and "clu" and the like. Did I mention I'm an obscenely fast typist who spends half her time backspacing and correcting? LOL!)

Subsequently, I spent most of last week Taking It Easy. This is not a normal activity for me, and it especially hasn't been a normal form of activity since last summer, when I began writing for Stylish Eve. In fact, I hold that activity largely responsible for the fact that my body at last decided it was THROUGH. As in finished. As in enough is enough.

Truth to tell, I've been overworking it for some time. And that, boys and girls, is why we get sick days: they're God's way of telling us we've been neglecting ourselves.

I've developed the habit of pushing to get work done, sometimes literally pushing through exhaustion to finish a post or two or three that are the last ones of a batch...and then, because I'm overtired, not being able to get decent sleep when I finally do go to bed.

I've also been disgusted over the past year by the fact that I've put on weight. Yes, living in the country...with a new, healthier atmosphere...an outdoor lifestyle...and what have I done? Put on weight. I was already too heavy, and now I'm struggling to get back in the clothes that DO fit. Or did fit much better before, that's for sure. To achieve that end, I bought one of those weight-loss herbal supplements. Has everything touted to help the cause...

...suffice to say that there have been several health concerns I've had of late, frustrating little stuff that just gets in the way rather than being truly troublesome--at least if you tell yourself so. I suspect that, too, was deceptive. The telling myself so, not the health concerns.

So here I am, 1o pounds fatter than when I moved here, working myself to a frazzle, losing my hair (oh, did I forget to mention that?), and still strugging to pay the bills. Matter of fact, with most of the bills, it's merely a struggle to juggle which gets paid what part of from one month to the next. What we owe is frightening right now, considering what we have coming in. And it's not getting any better, because...

...periodically my main clients have the habit of vanishing. For days, or more, at a time. This means no communication, no assignments, and, of course, no money--with no reasons given and no advance warning.

Disgusted? Yep. I'm there. So I guess since I'm sick and tired, my body realized it, too, was sick and tired...and flattened me.

How to solve this?

I'm working on it. But one thing that has to go is the notion that I can work past exhaustion for months on end. I know that. I always knew that...I just wanted to ignore it.

So this is why you get a sick day.
What you do about it is what's important.
What I did about it was spend an entire week doing approximately half to less than a third of what I'd normally do around the house and around the office. For the first two days, I did a lot of bed rest. When I finally did get up, I made myself go half-speed. (Actually, that wasn't hard. I still only FELT half-speed.)

And I think I've discovered what normal people feel like again now. You know...people who leave work at work and sign OUT when they're tired.

The only dilemma then becomes how to make the income rise so I can not WORRY and/or constantly have to keep barricading the door against the wolf outside.

More to come...

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Sick Days...and Why We Get Them

Let me just say that getting an unexpected flu attack at this point in time was inconvenient, to say the least...however, better early in the week than late. And better now, when I'd already bowed out of singing Beethoven's Ninth (please God) than if I were committed to doing the thing.

There is also a LOT to be said for extended bed rest. 

More when I'm stronger...


Monday, March 17, 2014

One More Time!

Fitting this should happen during Lent, the season where we prepare for resurrection....

FROM THE ASHES is coming out again--in its original incarnation as a traditional romance. I've been meaning to redo this book for awhile, and only didn't because the market for previously published romance out there is almost nil. But...I found a house that welcomes reprints, revised the book completely, and sent it in. They are thrilled with it and can't wait to publish it. And, yes, it's a small press. So there are all the small-press accoutrements thereunto. 


What's nice about this is I'm going to put myself out there as a traditional romance author, not as an inspy author. I can now neatly divide my publishing efforts between romantic suspense and traditional "sweet," and chances are I'll have at least one house ready to take either one. Especially if this book sells even modestly well, which I hope it will. This is my chance, I believe, to make that foray at last into selling "those little romances," which is why I got INTO this publishing game in the first place.

(Not, it must be said, to be an inspirational author. :-P)

More to come. Just got the e-mail this morning, with an attached contract. Time to sign and get cracking on FROM THE ASHES, the best little traditional romance that hopefully more people will hear of this time!


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

God, Working in Mysterious Ways...Conclusion

Well, my brief sojourn into the possibilities of Radio Stardom in Fort Wayne is over. The polite rejection letter came today. 

(Do I dare say I was a little relieved that it did?)

I do like the fact that they called my background and such "impressive." Considering their needs and what they were going to put the candidate through...I'm not sure my stuff was going to stack up all that well.

I DO know my temperament would not have stacked up with a potential six-month delay before anything would actually HAPPEN with this gig, as in air time.

So I'm very thankful to God for, in this case, saving me from myself. I would have been doing myself and Catholic media a disservice to get back into the field again when I'm so grateful, in essence, to be OUT of it. Only the lure of radio made the potential tradeoff worthwhile; in the end, they'll get the person they need, and I'll have dodged a bullet.

Time to move on with different plans I would like to have for the next 20 years or so.

More to come!

Thursday, February 06, 2014

God, Working in Mysterious Ways, Part II

OK...we've had the interview. Two hours late, but at least we had it. That's a story in itself.

But, I digress. :-)

So this is the first installment, I take it, of what could be several. I am frankly fine with whatever decision Redeemer Radio decides to make here--the position is focused on creating a morning show slot and all the components that would entail, in collaboration with the board, the executive director, etc., etc., ad infinitum. And I do mean "ad infinitum": they're not anticipating this actually going live for MONTHS.

Yep. Not only not immediately, but not for several months into the future. Until then, the candidate would be hauling into Fort Wayne every day during normal business hours, working on this plan. What is going to take them months to put together, I really don't know. Thirty days, I'd understand. Six months (which was the figure proposed to me)? Not so much. It's a morning show on a diocesan radio station...it's not a nuclear summit. :-)

We have a saying here at Glenfarg: "Things move slowly in Indiana." Apparently this is going to move VERY slowly. The up side? By the time I finally got on the air, EVERY duck would be in a row. The down side? By the time they're ready to run with this, every viable candidate may have already lost interest.

'tis a puzzlement, to be sure. 

I'm just glad I'm a writer right now, if you know what I mean. :-)

More to come...

Monday, February 03, 2014

God, Working in Mysterious Ways Again

Under the category of "Be careful what you wish for..."

We were driving home from church yesterday, with my hub doing the usual interpretive reading of the Sunday bulletin (trust me on this, it's not to be missed), when he read off a job listing for our local Catholic radio station: morning show host. I shot my hand up in the air and said, "Me, me." Facetiously. 

To which he said, "This job's got your name all over it."

To which I said, "Yeah, right."

By the time we got home, I decided I'd look on the job ad and see what it entailed. I mean, clearly, it means being on the radio in the morning; duh. That part's a no-brainer. But I was expecting a job ad that detailed how many years of broadcast experience one had to have, asked for an audition recording, or the like.

Buuuuut...that wasn't what I found.

Instead, I found an innocuous-enough-looking job ad with criteria that I met: four-year degree. Broadcast experience. (OK, two years at a college radio station, forty years ago...but it counts.) Practicing Catholic (check) in good standing in the Church (check) with a demonstrable history of service to the Church (also check). Zeal for the Faith (check), ability to do research (check), able to be extemporaneous (check), sense of humor (check), and a team player (well...we won't go there too far). The only things I don't really have are any extensive background in theology, and any recent broadcast experience.

Added to that the fact that I have NO IDEA what I'd do on the air from 6-8 AM.

However, I know what I'd LIKE to do on the air from 6-8 AM if I had airwaves to do it on. I'd like to set up a combination of things to get people's days off on the right feet--or end their nights on said right feet, if they're just coming off graveyard shift.  In other words, what I'd like to do is get people smiling. We've got enough prayer, current events, discussion of theological books, repeats of syndicated programming, etc., on Catholic radio in this town. IMHO, what we don't need first thing in the morning is another classroom. What we need is something that's going to snag the audience that would normally listen to the Christian radio stations: music, pertinent morning-drive data (weather and traffic), and uplifting personalities.

I can be an uplifting personality. Given enough incentive, coffee, and cash. Also, given a microphone, I will quite happily cheer people up if I can. Just ask people about how I read Scripture at church.

Thinking all that, for a lark, I sent in a cover letter and a resume. I readily admitted my last broadcast experience was 40 years ago. I readily admitted to being a freelance writer, not a broadcaster by trade. But I also freely admitted to being a person who, given a forum, is not at a loss for things to say...as all you can attest. I sent it off electronically, then pretty much forgot about it. By this morning, I was convinced that not only didn't I really like the idea of getting up at 3 AM to drive into Fort Wayne five days a week, but that the Fort Wayne end of things would take one look at my letter and resume and say, "Nice try, lady."

Only they didn't. 
They called.
They're going to give me a phone interview on Thursday morning.

What in the world might I be getting myself into???

More to come,

Thursday, January 23, 2014


Yesterday, I wrapped up a small assignment from a freelance client, and I was done.
I had NO more work waiting for me to do.

This is not the usual state of affairs.
Usually, I always have something waiting in the wings--something from Stylish Eve, something of a sample to give someone, something that is hanging over my head waiting to be looked at, edited, or answered.

Right now, I got nothin'. 
That must mean I need to get busy continuing to type FROM THE ASHES into a text file, so I can work on polishing it up to re-submit it out there. 
And it must mean that it's time to look at some of my own work before the next wave of posts comes in, the next client asks me for something out of the blue, or some other demand comes into the picture.


Talk amongst yourselves for a while. I'll be back.