As many of you know, Ellora's Cave has closed up shop. Some of my titles were returned to me before they closed their doors, A DEVIL IN WINTER among them. Thanks to Lynn LaFleur, it has a new, very sexy cover (who doesn't love half-naked cowboys!?!). I've re-edited it and fixed a few typos (most of them my fault) and it is now available again for your reading pleasure!
If you'd like to purchase a copy or read an excerpt, click here.
If you already bought Winter's Tales, you have this story in that anthology (along with 12 Days of Christmas Bondage and Winter Break. What can I say? I love the holidays!) While you're at it, check out Winter Break's new cover - again by Lynn. She does great work!
I hope you've been enjoying the First Friday Fiction! I've had fun writing these shorter stories and expect I'll keep going for a bit. At least through April (which means only two more stories for this bundle). They will all be released in ebook and print form come May, God willin' and the creek don' rise!
On an entirely different note: I mentioned before that I've been doing a lot of reading lately and thought I should keep track this year. This is something I do every other year or so as I remember. Since this is still the beginning of the year, I figured I'd better make note of what I've read to date. I'll add as the months go by. Yes, I realize some of you put me to shame, but this is still better than I've done in years (read this many books by the 6th week of the year, that is).
So, without further ado, I've read:
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, fantasy (enjoyed)
Red Rising by Pierce Brown, fantasy (a bit violent for my tastes, but good story)
Golden Sun by Pierce Brown, fantasy (2nd in the series; same as above)
Morning Star by Pierce Brown, fantasy (3rd in the series; might as well finish it off!)
Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson, fantasy (2nd time reading it, so you know I enjoyed it)
Well of Ascension by Brandon Standerson, fantasy (2nd in the series; 2nd time reading)
Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson, fantasy (3rd in the series; 2nd time reading)
Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson, fantasy (this starts the 2nd trilogy in the same universe)
Shadow of Self by Brandon Sanderson, fantasy (book 2 of the Wax and Wayne books)
Bands of Mourning by Brandon Sanderson, fantasy (book 3; liked the Mistborn series better)
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, fantasy (grrrrr. 1st in a series with an unfinished story. I HATE that)
Border Bride by Amanda Scott, romance (took place in Elizabethan Britain; the author knew a lot about the time period and had to make sure she got in every single detail. Sigh.)
An even dozen. That's two a week, for those of you doing the math. I feel a bit lazy, but boy, am I relaxed! :)
So, go buy A Devil in Winter if you don't yet have it. Buy 12 Days of Christmas Bondage, buy Winter Break. Buy Winter's Tales to get all three. Aw, heck - go buy all my books! LOL
Play safe,
Diana
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Monday, January 23, 2017
To write or not to write
I'm trying to decide if I feel guilty for not writing. For
not editing. For not doing diddly-squat on my writing career. I'm trying to
decide if that career is also over or if I'm on an extended break.
I certainly haven't sold anything worth talking about for
the past year. EC's closing put a huge damper on my income, too. But did I
write to sell only? Or did I write because I enjoyed the creative expression?
Both, actually. I liked creative expression, even if I got tired of the genre a long time ago. Seemed I could only sell erotic romance stories and I have more than that in me. I have two fantasy novels begun and one historical that needs some major revision. But I've been putting off even opening those files. Why? Because I don't think I can sell them. Why bother if no one is going to read it?
Yeah, that's defeatist, I know. But that's what the lack of
sales does to one. And when you don't publish for a while, people (readers)
forget about you and you have to start all over. And that takes energy, energy
you can't spend on writing your next novel because you have to be promoting
your last one. Again. And your preparing your backlist for publication. Again. And...and...and...
I used to enjoy reading. A lot. I read book after book after
book. But once I had kids, I was lucky if I got to read an entire magazine
article. And then my husband gave me the time to write and instead of reading
the books, I wrote them. Kids grew up and needed me less, I finally retired
from my day job and, this past month, I've rediscovered the joy of going from
book to book to book. No more, grab a book, read a chapter, go do something
else, read a few pages, get interrupted, read a little more, go to the grocery
store.
No, I'm talking, the past few weeks of starting a book, reading
straight for HOURS, getting up only to use the bathroom and eat. I've gained
two pounds (so I walked this morning because, you know, a single three-quarter mile walk around the block to catch Pokemon is going to help so much) and am more
relaxed than I have been in two years.
So, should I feel guilty about not writing? About taking
time off? Still not sure. The Short Story Challenge started Friday and I have
until next Sunday to write a 2000 word story and submit it for the contest. I
started it this morning - and remembered how hard it is for me to write
openings. I've written 500 words or so and might set it aside and begin again
later today.
But for right now...I'm going to go start reading another
book.
Play safe,
Diana
Monday, January 16, 2017
Wow
When I don't write for a bit...I don't write for a looong bit.
Yes, I missed posting a short story at the beginning of this month. Mea culpa. I love the holidays and this year more than most. My brother is not only alive but, this week, he walked over a hundred feet without his cane! Speech is still troublesome for him, and small motor skills aren't quite what they need to be yet - and spelling is nearly non-existent, although he can copy short words. Reading is fine, it's just he has the same trouble writing as he does speaking: everything is scrambled. Still, the recovery from such a severe hemorrhagic stroke is a miracle - and the entire family is grateful.
So, yeah - I threw myself into celebrations and quality time with friends and family that will still continue this week. My birthday is Thursday and several of us are getting together on Saturday night for a Very Special Event. Depending on how it goes, I'll let you know on Sunday. Make that Monday. You'll see why then. ;)
Of course, that's meant my writing took a vacation for a while. An entire month. Total writing stop. I wrote one entry in my journal, but otherwise? Pfft. Well, Facebook posts, but those don't really count.
What have I done instead? Besides going to the movies with hubby, I've read books, of course!
Each year my family asks what I want for Christmas. This year I told them, "Books and music." They listened to the first word - I got thirteen new books! Three are coloring books (and a new set of crayon/pencils I have yet to try out), two are non-fiction (Book 2 of the Foxfire series and the new behind-the-scenes Outlander series book), one is a comic book (the new Bloom County book, and its signed by Berkeley Breathed!!!!! Fangirl alert!!!!), the other nine are fiction. Yay!
My daughter got me two Neil Gaiman books: Ocean at the End of the Lane and Neverwhere. I'd read the first for my bookclub a few years' back and had it on my ereader. I didn't choose to re-read it at this point, but it is nestled on my shelf in the fantasy section. I DID read Neverwhere, and enjoyed it very much. Gaiman originated the story as a BBC TV series; this book is the definitive version (its gone through several permutations, in between).
My hubby got me a trilogy by Pierce Brown: Red Rising, Golden Sun, and Morningstar. Space fantasies. I had some trouble with the physics put forth by the author and the story had far too much violence for my tastes. That said, I read all three because the story was compelling. But by the third book, I found myself skimming over the battle scenes.
He also got me two Brandon Sanderson books (one of my son's favorite authors, btw. He's the one who got me hooked on Sanderson's books): Shadows of Self and Alloy of Law. Both are part of The Mistborn series. I'd read the first three books in that series several years ago when my son bought them for me (told you he hooked me!). I just finished re-reading Mistborn, the first in the series. Figured it would be better to start at the beginning and work my way up to the new books, since they take place well after the first set. It was fun to read it again - I remembered why I liked it so much. Good, strong characters we become quite attached to!
My daughter-in-law got me The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss - it's the first book in a series. I will start that when I finish with Sanderson.
So, starting the year surrounded by books. Life is good.
Here's hoping your holiday season was joyful, energetic -and filled with "down time" to simply sit and read a good book!
Play safe,
Diana
PS. Oh, I did start a Georgette Heyer but only got twenty or so pages into it before I set it aside. Her style is just too stilted for me. Granted, she was writing in the early days of modern romance, but still...Not my cup of tea.
PPS. Edited to correct: it WASN'T my son who got me Rothfuss' book, it was my daughter-in-law who did all their shopping this year. Thanks, Jenn! :)
Yes, I missed posting a short story at the beginning of this month. Mea culpa. I love the holidays and this year more than most. My brother is not only alive but, this week, he walked over a hundred feet without his cane! Speech is still troublesome for him, and small motor skills aren't quite what they need to be yet - and spelling is nearly non-existent, although he can copy short words. Reading is fine, it's just he has the same trouble writing as he does speaking: everything is scrambled. Still, the recovery from such a severe hemorrhagic stroke is a miracle - and the entire family is grateful.
So, yeah - I threw myself into celebrations and quality time with friends and family that will still continue this week. My birthday is Thursday and several of us are getting together on Saturday night for a Very Special Event. Depending on how it goes, I'll let you know on Sunday. Make that Monday. You'll see why then. ;)
Of course, that's meant my writing took a vacation for a while. An entire month. Total writing stop. I wrote one entry in my journal, but otherwise? Pfft. Well, Facebook posts, but those don't really count.
What have I done instead? Besides going to the movies with hubby, I've read books, of course!
Each year my family asks what I want for Christmas. This year I told them, "Books and music." They listened to the first word - I got thirteen new books! Three are coloring books (and a new set of crayon/pencils I have yet to try out), two are non-fiction (Book 2 of the Foxfire series and the new behind-the-scenes Outlander series book), one is a comic book (the new Bloom County book, and its signed by Berkeley Breathed!!!!! Fangirl alert!!!!), the other nine are fiction. Yay!
My daughter got me two Neil Gaiman books: Ocean at the End of the Lane and Neverwhere. I'd read the first for my bookclub a few years' back and had it on my ereader. I didn't choose to re-read it at this point, but it is nestled on my shelf in the fantasy section. I DID read Neverwhere, and enjoyed it very much. Gaiman originated the story as a BBC TV series; this book is the definitive version (its gone through several permutations, in between).
My hubby got me a trilogy by Pierce Brown: Red Rising, Golden Sun, and Morningstar. Space fantasies. I had some trouble with the physics put forth by the author and the story had far too much violence for my tastes. That said, I read all three because the story was compelling. But by the third book, I found myself skimming over the battle scenes.
He also got me two Brandon Sanderson books (one of my son's favorite authors, btw. He's the one who got me hooked on Sanderson's books): Shadows of Self and Alloy of Law. Both are part of The Mistborn series. I'd read the first three books in that series several years ago when my son bought them for me (told you he hooked me!). I just finished re-reading Mistborn, the first in the series. Figured it would be better to start at the beginning and work my way up to the new books, since they take place well after the first set. It was fun to read it again - I remembered why I liked it so much. Good, strong characters we become quite attached to!
My daughter-in-law got me The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss - it's the first book in a series. I will start that when I finish with Sanderson.
So, starting the year surrounded by books. Life is good.
Here's hoping your holiday season was joyful, energetic -and filled with "down time" to simply sit and read a good book!
Play safe,
Diana
PS. Oh, I did start a Georgette Heyer but only got twenty or so pages into it before I set it aside. Her style is just too stilted for me. Granted, she was writing in the early days of modern romance, but still...Not my cup of tea.
PPS. Edited to correct: it WASN'T my son who got me Rothfuss' book, it was my daughter-in-law who did all their shopping this year. Thanks, Jenn! :)
Monday, November 28, 2016
Cyber Monday sale
Books make great presents and in honor of Cyber Monday,
several Diana Hunter and Mystic Shade titles are now on sale (and one CF Duprey title, too!).
EBOOKS
Use the codes below at Smashwords to download the ebook
format of your choice and get 20% of each title. Great time to load up that
Kindle before you give it as a gift!
If you're the recipient of an ebook reader this season,
don't worry, the codes are good until December 27th, so can be used just after
the holidays as well.
Diana's titles at 20% off:
Frankenstein's Captain - code WN48E
Shooting Star - code JZ34Z
New York Moment - code ZG37U
Diamonds in the Snow - code SW45W
Table for Four - code BJ83C
and a special bonus, Tied to Home/Tied in Knots bundled -
code XZ62X
Mystic Shade titles at 20% off:
Over My Enslaved Body - code TR88P (this book was banned by
Amazon - too racy!)
Her Master's Voice, Book I - code BW46Z
CF Duprey title 20% off: Hardship and Hardtack - code LU44Y
PRINT BOOKS
Want to give someone a Diana Hunter book but he/she doesn't
own an ebook reader? No problem - give an old-fashioned print book instead.
Diana has the following titles in print:
Winter's Tales (Brand new! Contains 3 novellas)
Hardship and Hardtack (historical fiction; written by CF
Duprey, one of Diana's names)
Don't forget, WINTER'S TALES goes on sale today, too. Whether
in ebook or print form, snuggle up to these erotic romance stories guaranteed
to keep you warm this season!
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Pre-order's now open for WINTER'S TALE
Cyber-Monday is coming - the online answer to Black Friday - and the best part is, you don't have to leave your home to order the presents you want to buy. Whether buying for your Great-Aunt Mabel or looking for something for your best friend and confidant, have I got something for you!
Okay, that sounds like I'm selling watches on the street corner while looking over my shoulder, waiting for my lookout to cry, "Cheese it, the cops!" It is, however, true. Come Monday, check out my books for some exciting sales.
You don't have to wait until Monday, however, to pre-order (on Amazon and Smashwords) WINTER'S TALES, my newest collection of stories all bundled together into one volume. Three hot stories for those cold winter's nights, each of them featuring characters to fall in love with and sex scenes to set your blood a' blazing.
First up is A Devil in Winter where poor Kevin "Devil" Winter kidnaps the younger, nosy sister of the woman he loves - and then discovers maybe he's been running after the wrong woman after all.
Then starts Winter Break, where Dr. Lynn Bintner, PhD. is sooo ready for the semester to end so she can have some time to herself before she discovers a long-lost love who promises to make her time so much more interesting.
And rounding out the trio comes 12 Days of Christmas Bondage, twelve stories of hot BDSM throughout the ages - from England before the American Revolution through the centuries. Join these men and women as they explore the boundaries of forbidden sex.
Want to get WINTER'S TALES in print to give as a present? You can do that, too - and you don't need to wait until Monday - it's available now!
Check back on Monday for some sweet Cyber Monday deals on my other books, too. In the meantime - pre-order your copy of WINTER'S TALES now!
Play safe,
Diana, who really hopes you'll forgive her poor attempts at being a huckster. Clearly she should not give up writing books as her abilities writing ad copy are...limited. :)
Okay, that sounds like I'm selling watches on the street corner while looking over my shoulder, waiting for my lookout to cry, "Cheese it, the cops!" It is, however, true. Come Monday, check out my books for some exciting sales.
You don't have to wait until Monday, however, to pre-order (on Amazon and Smashwords) WINTER'S TALES, my newest collection of stories all bundled together into one volume. Three hot stories for those cold winter's nights, each of them featuring characters to fall in love with and sex scenes to set your blood a' blazing.
First up is A Devil in Winter where poor Kevin "Devil" Winter kidnaps the younger, nosy sister of the woman he loves - and then discovers maybe he's been running after the wrong woman after all.
Then starts Winter Break, where Dr. Lynn Bintner, PhD. is sooo ready for the semester to end so she can have some time to herself before she discovers a long-lost love who promises to make her time so much more interesting.
And rounding out the trio comes 12 Days of Christmas Bondage, twelve stories of hot BDSM throughout the ages - from England before the American Revolution through the centuries. Join these men and women as they explore the boundaries of forbidden sex.
Want to get WINTER'S TALES in print to give as a present? You can do that, too - and you don't need to wait until Monday - it's available now!
Check back on Monday for some sweet Cyber Monday deals on my other books, too. In the meantime - pre-order your copy of WINTER'S TALES now!
Play safe,
Diana, who really hopes you'll forgive her poor attempts at being a huckster. Clearly she should not give up writing books as her abilities writing ad copy are...limited. :)
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
PRE-ORDER available for WINTER'S TALES
Now available for preorder from both Smashwords and Amazon,
Winter's Tales is a bundled collection of three novellas: A Devil in Winter, Winter Break, and 12 Days of Christmas Bondage, all together for the first time. What can I say? I like setting stories around the holidays. :)
Devil in Winter - Kevin doesn't plan to kidnap his ex's younger sister, but when he does, the sparks do fly! This title was previously published by Ellora's Cave.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: I know most Americans are consumed with the election today and, if you haven't already - GO VOTE! I did. And yes, that's my old jacket - its chilly here in the early morning hours in New York State and I grabbed the comfy, warm jacket over style. Doesn't matter what you look like - just go vote and let your voice be heard.
As always, play safe!
Diana
Winter's Tales is a bundled collection of three novellas: A Devil in Winter, Winter Break, and 12 Days of Christmas Bondage, all together for the first time. What can I say? I like setting stories around the holidays. :)
Devil in Winter - Kevin doesn't plan to kidnap his ex's younger sister, but when he does, the sparks do fly! This title was previously published by Ellora's Cave.
Winter Break - Dr. Bintner's immersion in her work has left her
little time for love - until an old flame shows up and rekindles their
relationship.
12 Days of Christmas Bondage - Twelve snippets into bondage
through the years - these twelve couples certainly show us how hot the holidays
can be! (edited to add:) Each "chapter" is a story in, and of, itself. Together they make a full-length novel.
Print format coming soon so you can get one for a friend for the holidays. Mmm...winter and spice...perfect together!
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: I know most Americans are consumed with the election today and, if you haven't already - GO VOTE! I did. And yes, that's my old jacket - its chilly here in the early morning hours in New York State and I grabbed the comfy, warm jacket over style. Doesn't matter what you look like - just go vote and let your voice be heard.
As always, play safe!
Diana
Sunday, October 09, 2016
What's Next?
A few weeks ago I wrote about my business decision to
separate from Ellora's Cave and concentrate on self-publishing. Unfortunately,
my fears proved founded. This week Ellora's Cave made the move to close its
doors. As of December 31st, it will cease to exist.
Like many authors, I am, by nature, a solitary creature. An
introvert, life is most comfortable when I'm home, surrounded by family and
friends. The people at EC became friends of the second circle - Tina/Jaid,
Patty, Raelene at first. Martha, Jenia, Rodney, CJ next. Going to the
Romanticon conventions I met the authors who would become my Scribe sisters,
both past and present: Lynn , Tara ,
Ruby, Cait, Ari, Tielle, Nikki, Jennifer, Titania. I sat beside Ann at
booksignings and rubbed elbows with Lora, Cris, Wendy, Ashley, Kathy...so many
authors there isn't space to name them all.
The past twelve years have been a most remarkable time
because of my association with all these wonderful people.
Of course, all this begs the question: What next? I loved it
when President Bartlett (West Wing) would ask that question. There is a
finality to it that puts to rest the past while at the same time looks forward
to the next challenge.
The answer? Well, that I'm still working on.
Self-publishing is one avenue, although it's gotten nearly
impossible to get noticed with the flood of authors who have gone that route.
Changing algorithms on many sites don't make it any easier and one (I'm looking
at you, Amazon) wants authors to publish exclusively on their site in order to
get any promotion or good algorithm. I'll go on the record here as to why I'm
not exclusive anywhere: 1) It isn't fair to readers. Not everyone in the world
reads their ebooks on a Kindle - and 2) I cannot support a monopoly. Amazon wants
to be everything to everyone and, while that might be good for them, it isn't
good for buyers to have only one place to shop.
Look for a new publisher is another option and one I've
explored - and may continue to try. It's the publicity and distribution part I
need. As it stands now, my books do not bring in new readers - and old readers
already have all my books. As I prepare to re-release all my old titles, how do
I get new readers to find them?
Of course, I could just walk away. Stop writing altogether.
It's crossed my mind. Life would be simpler to move back into the world as
"just" a reader - a consumer rather than a creator (to be honest,
I've never stopped being a reader. Do you know how many good books there are
out there????). I've tried that on for size this past six weeks. Haven't
written a new story or met any new characters. I totally forgot to promote my
First Friday Fiction yesterday. Why? Other pieces of my life have moved onto my
calendar and I forgot.
So not writing would be a very easy transition to make. When
I'm ninety, I can look back on my life and say, "I was a mid-list author
in a small publishing company once." It's a good accomplishment and one
I'd be happy with.
But it is also an option I won't take just yet.
There are still stories to be told, characters who understand I just need some
time to recharge before they'll be at me again, pestering, complaining, whining
until I write them into existence. Besides which, I'm going to be at the Fall in Love with New England conference this week. It's a brand-new convention and I'm excited to be in on the ground floor. New readers to meet - new authors to explore, new adventures to experience.
But after that?
I ain't got no clue. But you can bet it'll be an adventure.
Life always is!
Play safe,
Diana
PS. I'll leave the Free Fiction Friday up until midnight
tonight since I forgot to remind everyone. Read it while you can!
Monday, October 03, 2016
"How Am I Supposed to do That Again?"
As many long-time readers know, in my "spare" time, I teach Freshmen Composition at a local community college. Each semester I have my students choose an issue they want to chase down. They need to pick something that will keep their interest for the entire sixteen weeks since they'll be writing three major papers (and several smaller ones) on the issue. Often I choose an issue to explore as well.
Why? Not only do my papers serve as models to show them (with both good and not-so-good writing included - there's a huge emphasis on reflection in the course, so this gives them an opportunity to see what rewriting means), but it gives me an opportunity to do some formalized research into an area that interests me.
To that end, here is my first paper, a reflective essay on my issue for the year: the elderly and technology:
Why? Not only do my papers serve as models to show them (with both good and not-so-good writing included - there's a huge emphasis on reflection in the course, so this gives them an opportunity to see what rewriting means), but it gives me an opportunity to do some formalized research into an area that interests me.
To that end, here is my first paper, a reflective essay on my issue for the year: the elderly and technology:
"How Am I Supposed to do That Again?"
As my
mother-in-law, Nina, aged into her late seventies, she focused on two pastimes:
reading romance novels and watching her crime shows on television. Because she
was legally blind in one eye, she never got a driver's license. After her
husband died, she became dependent on others for rides to the grocery store or
to visit family. Hence, reading and watching TV became her escapes from
loneliness.
Nina made the jump
to the digital age of reading quite late in life. Dave, her eldest son, gave
her a Kindle because her fading eyesight made reading the paperbacks she so
carefully cataloged difficult to read. She loved it! She could make the font
any size she wanted, so she cranked it up to a half-dozen words a page and read
to her heart's content.
She couldn't
figure out, however, how to buy books or how to download them from the library.
Every week Dave would come visit, download a week's worth of books for her
(seven of them, at least. She read a book a day) and she was set. Reading off the device
was easy, downloading content? Not so much.
The television
also became an issue for her. Gone were the days when there were only three
channels and a knob to move between them. With the coming of cable, she had a
hundred choices - and didn't watch 97% of them. The original three channels
held most of the programming she wanted to see. But, because of that pesky lack
of eyesight, she often pushed the wrong button on the remote and, instead of
changing the channel, changed the setup from "TV" to "DVD"
- and no matter how many times she was shown - she couldn't change it back.
Nina isn't alone
in her inability to fully use today's technological advances. According to the Pew Research
Center , 41% of Americans
over the age of sixty-five do not use the Internet for any purpose. While many
reasons were given, 8% stated it "was too hard to use" (Anderson and
Perrin).
Why is it, though,
that so many of those past a certain age have trouble handling the changes in
technology? The Silent Generation (born between 1928 and 1945) grew up with
vacuum tube radios and witnessed the birth of television (Fry) . They oversaw the change in technology from
those clunky tubes to printed circuit boards and solid state. Phones went from
party lines to private ones and cars went from manual to automatic
transmissions. They witnessed, participated in and heck, invented most of these technologies. So why so much trouble
downloading a new book onto a Kindle?
Because change is
hard. Moving out of our familiar paths causes stress and high levels of
anxiety. According to Alvin Toffler, "change is the process by which the
future invades our lives (Toffler, 1). The very word he uses,
"invades", conjures up all sorts of scary images - we can feel our
blood pressure rising just thinking about change.
Of course, the
future can invade our lives in ways other than learning to use a new
technology. Fast food franchises have become an ubiquitous part of our lives -
it seems every small city has their collection. Towanda, Pennsylvania's first
fast food restaurant was a Burger King built sometime in the 1970's, It wasn't
fancy, but it was fast and the novelty of getting one's order of a burger and
fries in mere minutes was something worth seeing.
In 1980 I became
engaged to the man who would later become my husband. As a matter of course, I
took Steven to Towanda to meet my Uncle Francis - a bachelor uncle who still
lived in the family home on State
Street . The Frawley family always considered
itself lace-curtain Irish, which is to say they were English wannabes. Decorum
was maintained - no matter what the circumstance. Conversation was never about
trivial matters and small talk unimportant. Once the niceties are uttered
("How are you?" "I'm well, how are you?"), silence
descended and the people gathered simply "set a spell" before parting
ways.
I'm no longer sure
who broached the subject of the midday meal first, but I do know it was my
uncle who suggested trying out "that new restaurant over in North Towanda ."
When questioned
about the "new restaurant", he couldn't quite remember the name of
it, but remembered it sells hamburgers. "King, something," he tells
us.
Burger King. That
new restaurant that's already been there for half a decade, at least. But then,
Uncle Francis is in his early 70's, so I suppose a five-year span is a drop in
the bucket to him.
He drives (another
story entirely!) and parks beside the door to Burger King. The three of us
troop in, my husband and I already knowing what we want from past visits to
other versions of the franchise. But this is Uncle Francis' first time, so we
expect him to head to the counter and read the menu hanging above.
Except he doesn't.
He stands looking at the tables and booths as if waiting for something. It takes
us a moment to realize he expects a waitress to seat us. My husband and I
exchange a look and Steven points to the menu board. "We order here and
then take it to a seat," he explains.
Casting a dubious
look at what, to him, is a mass of written chaos, he finally presses at
twenty-dollar bill into Steven's hand. "I'd like a cup of coffee and a
hamburger." He turns to me and says, "Where do I sit?"
Hiding our
indulgent grins at his discomfiture in a simple fast food place, Steven goes to
order and I take him to a table. I gather napkins and ketchup for the fries and
"set the table" as if this were the type of restaurant he's more
familiar with. Steven returns with our food and we eat the same way we sat in
the house - in silence.
Our visit that day
lasts several hours and on the way home, we're both in agreement: Uncle Francis
hated his trip to the "new restaurant." So you can imagine our
surprise when, several months later, we make a return visit and the first thing
he asks us (after the pleasantries, of course) is, "Are you going to take
me to Burger King again? I really liked that hamburger."
Upon questioning,
we discover he hadn't been since our last visit. Why? The ordering was too
overwhelming. He'd found a new way that was too much for him. As Toffler would
say, he'd reached his Future Shock moment.
And what is that?
Future Shock is the stress or disorientation that occurs as a result to too
much change too fast (Toffler, 2). For my mother-in-law, that was trying to
download new books onto her Kindle or to keep the TV on the right setting. For
my uncle, it was the newfangled restaurant, Burger King. For both, the future
had invaded their lives and upended their abilities to handle what, to the
younger generation, were simple tasks that we took for granted everyone knew
how to do.
Except they
didn't. The older generation has a difficult time in adapting to the fast pace
of today's technological upgrades. Someday, I'll be the one stuck, unable to
move past my own Future Shock moment and my children will exchange indulgent
glances behind my back. I just hope they have patience for me every time I
utter the words I heard so often from Nina: "How am I supposed to do that
again?"
Works Cited
Anderson, Monica, and Andrew Perrin. "13% of Americans
Don’t Use the Internet. Who Are They?" Pew Research
Center RSS. Pew Research
Center , 07 Sept. 2016. Web. 22 Sept. 2016.
Fry, Richard. "Millennials Overtake Baby Boomers as America 's
Largest Generation." Pew Research
Center RSS. Pew Research
Center , 25 Apr. 2016. Web. 22 Sept. 2016.
Toffler, Alvin. "Introduction." Future Shock. New York : Bantam, 1970. 1-2. Print.
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Promise for Now Available Again!
PROMISE FOR NOW, formerly a Quickie with Ellora's Cave Publishing, is once again available for purchase. Yay!
I had fun writing this one (okay, so I have fun writing them all. Otherwise, what would be the point?). Brian and Carol, the two protagonists are not based on any particular person, but their houses are. I have friends who used to live in the suburbs and, when visiting them one day, this story popped into my head. Inspiration can come from anywhere!
Click on the picture or use this link to read an excerpt or to purchase. Available in all formats!
Play safe,
Diana
PS. The rights of several of my books previously published by EC have returned to me. My goal is to republish one a month. Watch for a boxed set in November! ~ Diana
Sunday, September 11, 2016
The obituary I should've written
My uncle died a week ago. I wrote the following because what I wrote for the paper was a bare summary. He deserves to have more of his story told.
For the past two and a half years I have been caretaker of my bachelor uncle. As a child, he was my favorite Frawley uncle because he paid attention to us kids. He listened to our five-year-old ramblings and talked to us as if we had something to contribute. He was full of fascinating facts about history and he lived in faraway New York City. He went to the World's Fair in 1964, taking pictures of the people and structures with his stereo-optic camera that created 3D slides. He loved technology and grew up with the changeover from vacuum tubes to solid state to microchips.
He moved back home because the technology changed, gave my my first touch-typing book and presented me with an album of Patty Duke songs, signed by her when he fixed her Dictaphone. To give his brothers and sisters a break, he would take us kids to the movies - in packs. We saw The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes, The Barefoot Executive (yes, that's where I fell in love with Kurt Russell), and Camelot - the first movie I ever cried at. How could I not? When Lancelot brings his opponent back to life? Tears!
He moved away when my grandparents moved to Florida; the house in Rochester was torn down to make way for the expanded bus barns (the expansion destroyed a neighborhood) and most of us kids lost touch with him. Myself included. Even when he was downsized and he moved closer, we didn't see him except for holidays.
You see, as I grew older, I realized my uncle marched to the proverbial different drummer. Many considered him odd because he kept to himself, didn't make friends easily, would blurt out odd historical facts at random silences in the conversation. Only in these last years did I realize, after years of teaching in the classroom, that my uncle, if he were in school today, would be diagnosed as somewhere on the autism spectrum - probably with Asperger's.
Because he lived alone, it was a while before the family realized he was in difficulty. Financially he'd been scammed out of tens of thousands of dollars, his health wasn't good because he didn't remember to take his medicines, and dementia had started its nasty creep. Living alone was no longer an option.
Geographically, I was the logical choice to take over his care. Besides which, I can be pretty bossy when needed (years of classroom management!). My husband and I talked it over and decided together that taking on his care was something we needed to do.
So we did. Uncle Larry told me the same story every time we passed over the Erie Canal - about the Towanda Canal that was built partly in response to Clinton's Ditch. He told me about Stephen Foster living in Towanda on more than one occasion. I didn't mind. Telling these stories helped him focus and were important to him. He was a staunch Republican and had fun goading me (a middle-of-the-road Democrat) with his conservative views. He followed the presidential race right up until the last two months of his life, when the dementia took over more often than not.
That part was hardest. The dementia. My husband and I took a trip to Ireland and Scotland and, the day we were traveling home, Uncle Larry was sent to the hospital with a raging UTI. He never really recovered after that. Thankfully, a nursing home in the next town over had a bed in their dementia ward and could take him in. The locked ward meant he wouldn't ramble away on us and his medical needs would be taken care of since he needed more care than his assisted living place (or I) could give.
The hardest part? Was going to see him there and seeing the blank look on his face when I visited. He didn't know who I was. If I could've appeared to him as the eleven-year-old he took to the movies, I think we would've been okay. But I've gray in my hair now and age has thickened my frame. There was no recognition in his eyes. He would never again tell me about the Towanda Canal or remind me that Stephen Foster spent time there. Our days of baiting each other about politics were done.
The ending of a life lived long is always bittersweet. Bitter because the person is gone from our lives and we are the poorer for it. Sweet because their pain has ended and their soul has moved on. Lawrence Frawley, Jr. died on September 4, 2016 and we buried him this past Friday. May he rest in peace.
For the past two and a half years I have been caretaker of my bachelor uncle. As a child, he was my favorite Frawley uncle because he paid attention to us kids. He listened to our five-year-old ramblings and talked to us as if we had something to contribute. He was full of fascinating facts about history and he lived in faraway New York City. He went to the World's Fair in 1964, taking pictures of the people and structures with his stereo-optic camera that created 3D slides. He loved technology and grew up with the changeover from vacuum tubes to solid state to microchips.
He moved back home because the technology changed, gave my my first touch-typing book and presented me with an album of Patty Duke songs, signed by her when he fixed her Dictaphone. To give his brothers and sisters a break, he would take us kids to the movies - in packs. We saw The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes, The Barefoot Executive (yes, that's where I fell in love with Kurt Russell), and Camelot - the first movie I ever cried at. How could I not? When Lancelot brings his opponent back to life? Tears!
He moved away when my grandparents moved to Florida; the house in Rochester was torn down to make way for the expanded bus barns (the expansion destroyed a neighborhood) and most of us kids lost touch with him. Myself included. Even when he was downsized and he moved closer, we didn't see him except for holidays.
You see, as I grew older, I realized my uncle marched to the proverbial different drummer. Many considered him odd because he kept to himself, didn't make friends easily, would blurt out odd historical facts at random silences in the conversation. Only in these last years did I realize, after years of teaching in the classroom, that my uncle, if he were in school today, would be diagnosed as somewhere on the autism spectrum - probably with Asperger's.
Because he lived alone, it was a while before the family realized he was in difficulty. Financially he'd been scammed out of tens of thousands of dollars, his health wasn't good because he didn't remember to take his medicines, and dementia had started its nasty creep. Living alone was no longer an option.
Geographically, I was the logical choice to take over his care. Besides which, I can be pretty bossy when needed (years of classroom management!). My husband and I talked it over and decided together that taking on his care was something we needed to do.
So we did. Uncle Larry told me the same story every time we passed over the Erie Canal - about the Towanda Canal that was built partly in response to Clinton's Ditch. He told me about Stephen Foster living in Towanda on more than one occasion. I didn't mind. Telling these stories helped him focus and were important to him. He was a staunch Republican and had fun goading me (a middle-of-the-road Democrat) with his conservative views. He followed the presidential race right up until the last two months of his life, when the dementia took over more often than not.
That part was hardest. The dementia. My husband and I took a trip to Ireland and Scotland and, the day we were traveling home, Uncle Larry was sent to the hospital with a raging UTI. He never really recovered after that. Thankfully, a nursing home in the next town over had a bed in their dementia ward and could take him in. The locked ward meant he wouldn't ramble away on us and his medical needs would be taken care of since he needed more care than his assisted living place (or I) could give.
The hardest part? Was going to see him there and seeing the blank look on his face when I visited. He didn't know who I was. If I could've appeared to him as the eleven-year-old he took to the movies, I think we would've been okay. But I've gray in my hair now and age has thickened my frame. There was no recognition in his eyes. He would never again tell me about the Towanda Canal or remind me that Stephen Foster spent time there. Our days of baiting each other about politics were done.
The ending of a life lived long is always bittersweet. Bitter because the person is gone from our lives and we are the poorer for it. Sweet because their pain has ended and their soul has moved on. Lawrence Frawley, Jr. died on September 4, 2016 and we buried him this past Friday. May he rest in peace.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
New releases!
They're here!
Yes, I used the plural. Why? Read on...
As long-time readers, you know the Sizzling Scribes created the fictional town of Port Clef, Connecticut and then we wrote several stories set there. Each book has, at its core, the two wonderful ladies who run The Sweet Spot, the town's bakery/confectionery shop. My contribution to this series was Tied to Home, a novella where we meet Matt and Wiste, two used-to-be lovers who find each other again.
Upon a re-read of that novella, however, I discovered that Wiste's best friend, Emily, got short shrift. She appeared at the beginning of the book, then dropped out and is never heard from again. Poor Em! To make it up to her, I asked her to tell me her story - and she spoke volumes! In Tied in Knots we get to see, not only how things turned out for Matt and Wiste, but we get to meet Dr. Luke Fitzgerald, a hunky relationship counselor who very much needs Emily's massage therapy.
Because the two books are related, Tied to Home needed a new cover. Many kudos to Lynn LaFleur for designing all three covers.
Three covers? But, Diana! You've only mentioned two books so far!
Oh! Did I forget to mention you can purchase these books bundled together? Since one is a sequel to the other, it made sense (to me, anyway) to offer both books in a bundle in both ebook and print formats.
That's right! If you'd like a copy of these two books for your bookshelf, you can get them in a single print volume! Of course, you can also get the bundled set in ebook form as well. :)
So, a new cover on Tied to Home, a new release in Tied in Knots, and a bundled set that's available in both ebook and print. Whee!
PLEASE! Once you've read either (or both - or all!) the books, return to the site where you purchased it and leave a review. Good or bad. Reviews help authors get seen.
Play safe!
Diana
Yes, I used the plural. Why? Read on...
As long-time readers, you know the Sizzling Scribes created the fictional town of Port Clef, Connecticut and then we wrote several stories set there. Each book has, at its core, the two wonderful ladies who run The Sweet Spot, the town's bakery/confectionery shop. My contribution to this series was Tied to Home, a novella where we meet Matt and Wiste, two used-to-be lovers who find each other again.
Upon a re-read of that novella, however, I discovered that Wiste's best friend, Emily, got short shrift. She appeared at the beginning of the book, then dropped out and is never heard from again. Poor Em! To make it up to her, I asked her to tell me her story - and she spoke volumes! In Tied in Knots we get to see, not only how things turned out for Matt and Wiste, but we get to meet Dr. Luke Fitzgerald, a hunky relationship counselor who very much needs Emily's massage therapy.
Because the two books are related, Tied to Home needed a new cover. Many kudos to Lynn LaFleur for designing all three covers.
Three covers? But, Diana! You've only mentioned two books so far!
Oh! Did I forget to mention you can purchase these books bundled together? Since one is a sequel to the other, it made sense (to me, anyway) to offer both books in a bundle in both ebook and print formats.
That's right! If you'd like a copy of these two books for your bookshelf, you can get them in a single print volume! Of course, you can also get the bundled set in ebook form as well. :)
So, a new cover on Tied to Home, a new release in Tied in Knots, and a bundled set that's available in both ebook and print. Whee!
PLEASE! Once you've read either (or both - or all!) the books, return to the site where you purchased it and leave a review. Good or bad. Reviews help authors get seen.
Play safe!
Diana
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
New release update
The current work-in-progress is coming along quite nicely and I thought you might like to see the cover. Lynn LaFleur designed both the cover for TIED IN KNOTS.
The story is set in Port Clef, Connecticut, the fictional seaside town created by the Sizzling Scribes. We had a lot of fun creating the town and the characters who reside there. Several of us have written books set in Port Clef. The Sweet Spot series is named after a bake shop/candy store in town that everyone loves. Or perhaps, it's more accurate to say, everyone loves the Jacqui and Jill, the co-owners. More than one life has been changed by those two ladies!
And that includes Dr. Luke Fitzgerald, a relationship counselor new to Port Clef and Emily Eaves, a Port Clef native. When the good doctor pulls a muscle in his neck, his receptionist recommends a good massage therapist she knows - Emily.
Except Emily has a past. A past named Stan, who is determined to pick things up with her where they left off. And he won't take no for an answer.
You may remember Emily from her brief appearance in TIED TO HOME. I've always thought she got short shrift in that book. To make it up to her, she now has a story of her own - and you can read an excerpt from the book here!
Since Tied in Knots is the sequel to Tied to Home, I asked Lynn to make a new cover for the first book - and I love how she "tied" them both together. Sunsets, love, rope...how could you go wrong?
TIED IN KNOTS releases August 30th. For my newsletter subscribers, watch for discounts for both these books in the next issue. If you're not yet a subscriber, use the link at the top of the page to sign up. Seekers get goodies! :)
Both books will be available in a boxed set as well as in print. All formats will be available on August 30th (God willin' an' the crick don' rise).
Saturday, July 23, 2016
A difficult post to make
Just did the totals for a friend who asked.
Did you realize I have 14 titles with Ellora's Cave Publishing, 9
self-published titles and 4 more soon-to-be self published titles. As Mystic
Shade I have 6 titles out and as CF Duprey, I have one Civil War historical.
That makes 34 titles in twelve years as a published writer.
That was written one year ago today. Today’s stats are
different. Today I have only five titles still with Ellora’s Cave, 13
self-published titles and 8 titles as Mystic shade. That makes 26 titles
currently in publication.
You’ll notice the lower number of Ellora’s Cave titles. I’ve
been struggling with going public about this for the past several months but
have decided I need to let my readers know what’s happening.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing gave me my start as a published
author. They took a chance on me, gave me an editor, and my career as a
published author was born. In those early days, the first decade of a new
century, optimism reigned. Erotic romance was hot and I sold well. Well enough
that the sales encouraged me to keep writing. Hence the 34 titles mentioned
above.
EC has had its share of public scandals and there have been
a few missteps along the way, but it has always done me right. It’s a small
press, so I got to know the women who ran the company and that was important to
me. But more than once I heard the sage advice from several of those women,
“Remember, EC is a company and, in the end, it will make decisions for the best
of the company. You’re an author, make decisions best for you.”
Being an author means taking control of your writing, it
means making the best decision for each manuscript regardless of sentimental
attachment. And so, when Table for Four’s
contract was up with EC, I chose to try this new venture at Amazon and
Smashwords and self-publish it. That action was just the one needed to give an
older title a good boost. It sold well in the first year and continues to sell
a couple of copies every month.
This had been a successful experiment, so when Learning Curve also ran out of contract,
based on my increase in sales for Table
for Four, I chose to also take the rights back for that book and
self-publish it. It also did well, although recent sales have tapered off.
Publishing is like any other business. You have to
constantly stay abreast of trends and Ellora’s Cave tried to do so. They
accepted other genre, tried an appeal to a different audience, held conventions
for readers and authors to meet. Unfortunately, none of these things worked as
well as hoped.
How do I know that? Because Ellora’s Cave stopped paying
royalties.
Yes, you read that right. EC is still selling books, but not
paying authors the royalties they are contracted for. The last month I received
monies for was June 2015.
What does that mean? It means, for the past year Ellora’s
Cave has sold my books and not paid me for them. Not one penny.
I’ve been patient. My optimism has buoyed me all this year.
Every week I think, “This will be the week they pay me my back pay.” I check my
sales on Novelrank (which tells me how many of my books have sold on Amazon)
and I see that my books are still selling – but I’m not seeing any money from
the sale of my books that Ellora’s Cave holds.
So I made the decision last week to take all my Ellora’s Cave books off my website. I cannot, in good conscience, continue to promote books that enrich others while my income has taken a huge hit. Ellora’s Cave is making decisions that are good for its business; I must make decisions that are good for mine.
This past week Ellora’s Cave sent me a reversion of rights
notice for five of my titles. Three I’d asked for, the other two I did not. As
of July 30th, those titles will revert to me. These, along with three others
that reverted to me earlier in the spring (two of which I asked for, one of
which I did not), are currently regarded as “out of print.”
That means, of those 34 titles I’ve written, only 26 of them
are currently available for purchase. Ellora’s Cave still owns the rights to
five of my titles, but I will no longer mention them by name. I expect I will
not ever get a check from Ellora’s Cave again. My optimism has run out. I doubt
I will ever get the back pay I am owed and I suspect the company I loved will
soon be out of business.
It’s a Catch-22, really. To tell you to not buy my Ellora’s
Cave books. If you don’t buy them, they’ll never have the money to pay me. But
if you do buy them, well, the money is going to someone else. It’s the reason I
have been silent for so long. I do not want to put them out of business, but,
as that sage advice said, I have to make decisions based on what’s best for my business.
Over the next year, I will take time to reformat, re-edit,
re-cover the eight titles that are currently out of print. My plan is to
re-release one a month as self-published books. Promise for Now will release in September, Stitches in Time (featuring new content based on my recent trip to
Ireland!) will release in October. A boxed set of books I’ve written with a
winter theme will be released in November and will include one of the titles EC
just gave me back as well as other previously published stories.
As for new work? Tied in Knots, the sequel to Tied to Home is nearly done. I’ve seen
the cover and love it. My goal is to self-publish it before the end of August,
so keep your eyes out!
I said in the beginning that this was a difficult post to
write. Actually, it was the decision to go public about no longer promoting my
Ellora’s Cave titles that was the hard part. EC took a chance on me, gave me a
career, and I will not diss them because of it. Choosing to not promote the
five books still with them is a decision based solely on my need to be paid for
the work I have done.
This post is one of the few I will both write as a
newsletter and then repost to my blog and to Facebook. I wish Ellora’s Cave
well and truly hope they find their way out of the morass and back into the
limelight. And not just so I get paid, but because these women have put their
blood, sweat and tears into a business venture that requires constant change.
They’ve launched the careers of dozens of authors and I thank them for it.
Thank you for listening and watch for the re-release of the
following titles over the next year (all are currently out of print):
Secret Submission
Submission Revealed
Hooked
Cabin Fever
Writers Unblocked
Promise for Now (coming in September)
Stitches in Time (coming in October)
Devil in Winter (coming in November’s boxed set)
As always, play safe.
Diana
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Ireland & Scotland - final thoughts
Final thoughts
| Steven and Oscar in Dublin |
And he's so right. No highways, but "motorways" or
"divided carriageways". No waiting in lines, but keeping an orderly
"queue". Several times I was asked if I wanted a "cuppa"
(and I always said yes to tea) and we often went "straight on" when
our GPS wanted us to follow the same road for a distance.
We learned some new Irish words as well. On the roadways,
whenever you came to a curve (which was every 200 yards or so!), the word
"Slow" was printed on the road's surface. On the particularly sharp
curves, the words "VERY SLOW" appeared after the initial warning. And
north of Galway, the words "Go Mall" were there instead. Didn't take
but one curve to realize they meant "Slow your rear end down!"
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| Jupiter's Beard growing wild on a wall in Killmallock |
We both learned that bed and breakfasts are better than
hotels. This was one we already knew but have decided more firmly. And we now
know that three nights in one place is better than two. In Scotland, where we had
only two nights in each hotel, we found ourselves doing more driving and less
experiencing. Staying put longer (four nights is probably even better, we'll
have to give that a shot!) allows us to see more deeply, and we learned we
prefer that over just a surface-level visit.
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| Culloden Moor |
He also had a philosophical understanding that occurred.
Standing on Culloden Moor, he was struck by the universality of suffering. That
a battlefield in Scotland and a battlefield in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania can
have the same solemnity because of the blood spilt. It isn't only war, however,
that creates the suffering. He got the same vibration in Pompeii. But during
this trip, he started to put it all together.
As for me? I learned that I like haggis. Really! I would eat
it again. I learned that I pack well. Could've done with swapping a short
sleeve for another long-sleeved shirt but other than that? I think I've got
this down.
Speaking of down, I now know I have to plan a down day every
so often. About every five is a good number. And by "down day" I mean
a day where nothing is on the agenda other than maybe a stroll (not even a walk
- a stroll!) and reading a good book or having conversations in pubs with
strangers.
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| Printed on the streets of Dublin to remind tourists which way the traffic comes from! |
I learned to bring paper maps. Lots and lots of paper maps.
And I learned, or rather re-learned, that I like traveling
with Steven. He gives me good adventures, sometimes when I'm hesitant to
take them. I like to allow room for serendipity and so does he; we make a good
team.
I will close this reflection with the words neither of us
will ever forget from our driving adventures in Ireland and Scotland, the words
Steven heard me utter over and over again, usually in panic as the stone walls
and hedges of the roadside came too near. But it makes a philosophical
statement as well. And so...farewell and
"Watch yer left!"
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Ireland & Scotland - Days 15 & 16
Day 15 - Words of the Day: Solemn, Impulsive,
On December 21, 1988, Pan Am
Flight 103 went down over Lockerbie, Scotland. On board were several students from Syracuse University who were returning from a
semester abroad. Among them were several of Steven’s friends.
I knew our visit today to Lockerbie would be emotional; what I didn’t expect was that it would be emotional for me. I remember the night we heard the news – we were living in
And then it did. We knew people who had died at the hands of
terrorists. The world had shifted.
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| Such a place of peace... |
The Garden
of Remembrance is a
beautiful place on top of a hill. The sun was out today and a breeze kept us
from getting too warm. We met some two couples from Carlisle who remembered
seeing the explosion and the resulting damage. They had been driving by and
simply stopped to pay their respects. I’m not sure that they weren’t angels sent
when we needed them.
There is a cottage at the entrance to the cemetery that
gives the history of Lockerbie. It also houses the Book of Names, one page for
each person who was killed. The docent inside told us a great deal about what
happened on the ground and showed us a quilt that was made at the 20th
anniversary to commemorate the event. It’s quite beautiful and holds a great
deal of symbolism.
So a heavy morning. Very emotional for both of us.
Now remember, this is Steven’s day entirely. He gets to pick
what happens next. I have to give him a huge shoutout and a big thank you for
choosing to drive a bit further – we went to England!
Yep. We were only 20 miles or so from the border and there
are no border crossings between Scotland
and England ,
so we went on down the motorway with the intent to find a place for lunch. I
mentioned that Hadrian’s Wall should be close
by, so we put it into the GPS, found a nearby Roman fort and Steven said,
“Let’s go!”
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| Hadrian's Wall where it meets the old Roman fort |
So off we went, traveling on country lanes to find our way
to this ancient fort that brought a certain poetry to our trip. Last year we
started our trip in Rome
and this year we ended our trip here with a visit to a wall and fort built by
Romans.
The fort commands a wide view of the valleys on either side.
Most of the structure doesn’t exist any more, just foundations. The wall is
also far shorter than its original fifteen feet high. Over the years locals
(and some not so local) took advantage of the already-quarried stones and used
them to build their own houses and castles. Now it’s only four feet high – at
least along the section we viewed today.
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| The escarpment that will one day swallow the fort |
And in another hundred or so years, the fort will be lost.
There’s an escarpment that’s creeping closer and it’s expected to swallow the
ruin sometime in the future. Glad we saw it when we did.
Took the scenic drive back to the hotel and stopped in a
small town for lunch in a café that was tucked down a side street in a little
alcove. Good lunch of ham and egg quiche (for me) and a hamburger (for Steven).
Then back on the road and arrived at the hotel shortly after 5:00.
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| "Welcome to Scotland" sign - might as well have been going from one state to the next! |
Early start tomorrow – our flight leaves Glasgow at 8:30 in the morning. Next stop, Toronto !
Day 16 - Flying home!
Got up at 4:30 this morning to be out of the hotel and on
the road by five. No trouble getting to the airport in Glasgow although finding
the key drop turned into a mini-adventure of its own.
Boarded and taxied for at least 20 minutes. How do I know
that? 'Cause I glanced at my watch and promptly fell asleep. Woke up and asked
Steven if we were airborne yet. Nope. Dozed a bit more and then woke up for the
liftoft. Been awake ever since.
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| We passed over Greenland on our way home! |
I will tell you, Toronto's Pearson airport is a LOT nicer to
get through when you're not stuck in a wheelchair. No issues getting our bags
(we checked them for the flight home. No hurries this time) or finding the car.
Walked right to that puppy without hardly a hesitation. All we had to do was
put the ticket in the machine on the way out, pay up and head for home.
Except I couldn't find the ticket. Steven thought I had it, I thought
he had it. A frantic search of the car and all our bags yielded nothing. A girl
drove past and backed up, wanting our spot. Steven told her we were looking for
our parking slip and she said that, if we went to the ticket booth downstairs
with our boarding passes from the first day, they'd charge from there.
Those I had. So we drove down, found the customer service
area -- totally unmanned. Closed up with only two machines where you can put
your card and pay in advance. BUT! Steven found a button to push for
assistance. The woman on the other end was very kind and acted as if this
happened every day. I suppose in an airport that size, it might.
Anyway, the charge was high, although still low enough that
it made financial sense to fly out of Toronto instead of Rochester. We saved
about $800 doing it this way.
Didn't turn my phone on until we crossed the border - which
was very uneventful. That's always a good thing. When I turned it on, it lit up
with a bunch of messages. Called my parents to let them know we were back and
texted the kids to let them know we were on our way.
Stopped at Byrne Dairy to pick up milk (since we made sure
we'd used up all we had before we left) and I switched to drive the last bit
home. Why? Because I wanted Steven to be in the passenger side when we pulled
in.
You see, unbeknownst to him, while we were away, the kids
painted the garage as a Father's Day gift. At first when we pulled into the
driveway, he thought what was different was the fact that the side garden had
been cleaned out (which it had). Only on a second look did he realize the
garage had a new coat of paint.
Now ready to collapse, although I'm trying to stay up as
long as possible so the jet lag isn't bad. But it's now 8:30 PM Eastern and
I've been up since 11:30 last night. So closing this adventure for the
moment... Good night and love to all!
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Ireland & Scotland - Day 14
Day 14 - Fort William, the Jacobite train and Loch Lomond -- ALL of Loch Lomond
The word for this morning and afternoon is Serendipity.
The
word for the evening is Frustration.
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| All Aboard! |
No breakfast this morning; we needed to leave by 7:30 and,
on Sundays, the hotel didn’t start serving until 8:00. We shrugged it off and
headed out for Fort
William and The Jacobite train – the very same train
and route used for the Hogwarts Express in all the Harry Potter films. I’d
gotten the tickets months ago. The first class seats (like the ones Harry and
friends ride in) were sold out even then, but we got comfortable seats in what,
in the US ,
would be called a dining car – two seats facing a shared table.
Steven got us hot chocolates as we waited for the train, and
a shortbread covered in toffee to munch on. Soon we were on board, facing
front, excited for the adventure we were about to take.
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| Barbara and me (in red and purple) |
Because there are only the two of us and the train is sold
out by this time, we knew we’d be facing two strangers. I’m pretty shy; thank
goodness Steven isn’t. A couple about our age slid in across from us and within
minutes we were gabbing away like old friends. Truly! They were wonderful
people (she’s a librarian; he’s an accountant and a train fanatic – an anorak
they are called; volunteers to wear those bulky coats and clock the trains to make
sure they’re on time). At one point she and I were discussing various authors
and I gave her my card.
Well. She got all flustered for several minutes. She’s read
two of my books! I was floored. We had a great laugh about it and I signed the
back of the card for her. We took a picture together, too. J
So it was a nice boost to my ego and cemented our
friendship. From then on, the four of us chatted and took pictures of the
scenery and had a great time. We separated in Mallaig for our hour and a half
stay there, then met up again in seats on the opposite side of the train for
the ride back to Fort
William (this way now
they were facing forward – and we got to see the views on the other side
returning).
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| I loved the apparent chaos and colors of these nets! |
Mallaig is a very small town on the Irish Sea side of Scotland . Its
economy is mostly from tourists and the fishing boats. For lunch I had fresh
prawns – the first time ever I’d eaten prawns. I always thought it was just
another name for shrimp – but they’re smaller. They were wonderful. A lot of
work to get to, but tasty to eat! Steven isn’t a seafood kind of guy, but he
tried the Coronation Chicken – which had a sauce on it very different from
anything he’d ever had before.
By the way, I need to go back and add to yesterday’s entry:
at lunch yesterday in Inverness , I ordered
haggis, neeps and tatties as an appetizer. It’s just a small portion of what is
usually a larger meat. I’ve been wanting to try it, but didn’t want to order a
whole portion and then not like it. So this was the perfect opportunity.
Suffice it to say, I LOVE haggis. It’s just sausage with
some really cool spices. Neeps are mashed rutabagas and tatties are, of course,
potatoes. If I could get it in the States, I’d have it a lot!
Back to today.
So we had a great time on the train. Serendipity came into
play in our meeting two wonderful people and in getting to eat a new food
(prawns and Coronation chicken). Next stop – East Kilbride
and our hotel.
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| Loch Lomond |
We did really well coming along the A82. Absolutely stunning
scenery, including a beautiful glen, and then another and another and another.
The rain had started but it only made them more beautiful, the mountain tops
slowly being veiled by the lowering clouds. We stopped to take many pictures,
none of which will do the sight justice.
About a half an hour from our hotel, we hit a stop. The road
ahead was closed because of a fatal accident. This is a road that dips and
turns as it follows the coastline of Loch Lohman – a road with very narrow lane
and no shoulder on either side.
There was no clear detour, so we chose a direction at the
road closed part and found a restaurant not too far down. Serendipity again – we’d
been driving for two hours and here was food and a break when we needed it. Our
waiter was a Chris Hemsworth look alike and wore a kilt. Yum! We stayed for an
hour, hoping the detour would be open when we finished.
It wasn’t. The road had been closed since half one (1:30)
and it was now nearly six. We can only imagine what they had to do to fix the
road. Our prayers are with all those involved.
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| One part of a beautiful glen we discovered on the eastern side of Loch Lomond |
Of course, this meant our hotel was now a lot further away
because we had to go down the other side of the loch. Now mind you, we were
less than a mile from the southern end of the lake at the detour and going
around meant going all the way back that winding road to the north end and
coming back down through Stirling. Yes, that means we traveled all the way around the circumference of Loch Lomond.
Once more we got to within a half an hour of our hotel and
got a message that there was a traffic problem ahead. We decided to listen to
her (female voice GPS) and followed the new detour. It added only five minutes
to our trip, so we’re good. At this point we’re tired and having to work at
finding the positive, but we’re managing.
And then she tells us to get off the motorway onto a ramp
that doesn’t exist.
It USED to exist, but is currently under construction and is
just a pile of dirt. We spend nearly an hour driving in circles trying to find
our way to some spot that will get us moving in the right direction. By now
Steven’s been driving for over three hours (thank goodness the sun sets late
and while its raining, it isn’t dark) and the Word of the Day has changed to
Frustrated. I think if we had to go around one more roundabout we were both
going to be carsick.
Nerves were frayed, tempers short and the positive had been
left at the last roundabout by the time we finally found the hotel. We got
checked in, took our bags up through a serpentine maze of stairs, doors and
turns for no reason, getting lost not once but twice trying to find the damn
room.
But find it we did. In silence we entered. Steven took his
bag over to his side of the bed and left it, dropping on the bed in exhaustion.
I left my bag, kicked off my shoes and plopped next to him, intending to give
him a hug and apologize for being snappish. But we made the mistake of looking
each other in the eye and it was all over for both of us. The chuckled turned
to unrestrained, uncontrollable laughter that didn’t stop until both of us had
tears in our eyes and were gasping for breath.
Yes, it had been a crappy end to a beautiful start but heck!
We were in freaking Scotland!!!
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