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The Invisible Forces of Nature 9/12/2008 4:19:10 AM
Yesterday was the perfect storm. Yesterday ended with a bang. All day long it had been ordinary and then around 2:00 my husband came home from work early. He bore good news. He just received a financial award to the tune of $350. Of course Uncle Sam will take a lot of that. To beat all he works for the federal government but it's nice to get a chunk of sunshine.
So, while he got happily situated at home, my publisher emails me with a host of questions about my proposed back cover. No big deal really. I had to shrink the text there to 250 words. I decided to drop the book blurb I had written and the mini bio there. I left my three reviews. There is bio stuff on pg. 3 and the reviews set the tone for the book better than I did.
I had said in the blurb that my book is real as a speed bump. He wanted to know if that meant the stories were true. I replied that real as a speed bump was just a figure of speech and all 20 of the stories are fiction. Then to eliminate confusion and stay within my 250 words, I dropped all of that blurb anyway. I began to feel cranky as a sleepy toddler.
So far halfway good. I had an Art in the Moutains meeting to go to at six and needed to take a bath. My friend who is also a member of that association, called and said she would drop her husband off to visit mine while we went to our meeting. The men were going to fix the kitchen light which has been out for weeks. The only problem was I had not yet bought the new switch. Bye-bye bath, gotta run to the hardware store pronto.
So, I arrived at the meeting without bathing first but was glad to be there. A new member gave a video presentation on metal working. He said he uses the invisible forces of nature as inspiration. His work was cool and the desserts such as peanut butter roll and apple cake were beyond compare. So, all the last minute rushing around ended with invisible forces of nature. I just hoped the folks downwind of me could breathe.
My friend had driven us over. When we pulled in front of my house, I noticed the brilliant beam coming out of my kitchen window. It seemed a lighthouse. We went in and I showed her 6 or 7 of my new watercolors. Both of us like the one of the woman pinning up her hair, the best. Today I hope to take these to a local printer to get copies made. One artist at our meeting told me she rarely if ever sells her originals.
Let's hope the invisible forces of nature are kind today especially in Texas and western Louisiana. Here where I sit, only the fan is making a stir. It's time for that put-off bath. I feel like a swamp minus the gators.
