I'm beginning to get the idea that it's time for a new fence. A couple of months ago, a car rolled down the hill and knocked down a section of the fence. We're still waiting on the fellow who owns the car to fix the fence.
Still, we thought it was a done deal. No problem. Life goes on.
Then... this afternoon a tow truck came down the other road and rammed into a different part of the fence.
I've owned the house nearly twenty years and never had a problem with the hills. It's a no-through-road in a quiet neighbourhood and the corners are tight, and the streets narrow enough, that everyone has to drive carefully. Apparently that's all changed, and no one sent me the memo.
Two cars into two different sections of the same fence in two months. My insurance company is going to start thinking I've been planning all this.
Families are strange things. They come in all shapes, sizes and configurations; some good, some not.
I know some people who haven’t seen members of their family since they were young and they miss them terribly. Those family members are in other countries, in the middle of wars or still waiting for refugee status to be granted. In some cases no one knows if they’re still alive. It’s harrowing. It’s the kind of stuff that stops smiles and haunts eyes. And there’s nothing you can do to help.
I know some people who only see members of their family at weddings and funerals and spend the entire time huddled in a corner criticising the clothing and history of others there. They’re the ones with artificial smiles and cruel eyes. I’m not sure if they know how to enjoy life, or if they think they already are.
I know some people who are the people being criticised. They’re the ones who alternately look forward to and dread the function. They’re the ones with strained smiles and fidgeting fingers, as if their hands are ready to leave long before the rest of them can. Their eyes light up when they see the one brother/cousin/aunt who is still talking to them and the one whom they’ve come to see. They hug and talk, then dance together, all the time watching, watching the others to make sure they stay far enough away nothing can be said to them to spoil the day. The maneuvering doesn’t always work, and they often find themselves on the receiving end of unnecessarily cruel taunts. They sigh in relief when they leave, but the pain and injustice of those few comments stays with them a long time. Next time, though, they do it all over again, because the ones they love will be there.
I know some people who have never felt unloved a day in their lives. Their faces are serene and they look forward to spending time with their elderly mother and reclusive sister. When I think about it, those people are rare. That’s sad.
I’m thinking about families this week because I’m spending the weekend with my extended family. I’ve returned to the town I grew up for my nephew’s wedding. We arrived last night and, so far, I’ve been reminded of all the things I like about small towns and the people who live in them. Last night was full of laughter (and a small amount of alcohol). This morning, those of us staying in the hotel (in adjacent rooms) spent the morning visiting and coordinating morning walks and breakfast. The rest of the day will be filled with viewing the house the couple recently purchased and then the wedding.
And I’ve been told time is up and this is no longer important. See you next week with something special…
I had intended to have read and reviewed Eden Winter's Diversion for this post but, with everything else, I haven't quite finished the book. I'll finish it this weekend, think about it for a couple of days and then write the review for next week, so look for that then.
I've been very busy with my day job so pretty much everything else is put aside until I clear the decks there a little. The centenary of the beginning of WWI is coming up and I've been organising an exhibition for it. It's a huge undertaking, liaising with everyone who's contributing and deciding what gets displayed and where, but I've been enjoying it.
I've also been working on my next novel in the snippets of time available to me this week. I had a problem where there were huge gaps in the plot during the first ten chapters and I thought I had to write completely new chapters to slot in between them. I found this week as I was going over the GMC for each major character and re-checking the scene map, that I have the plot elements all there where they're supposed to be. Right now, though, they're just scenes. I have to expand them all to chapters, adding the drama and backstory that's currently missing. So, there's still a lot of writing to do, but it's not as bad as I thought it was to start with. I'm helping a cousin move house today, but tomorrow is planned as a writing day at the library, so I'll get one of those scenes expanded to a chapter then. ... and just that sentence has taken the hard work of novel-writing straight up to *fun*.
This week I spent some time redoing my website. Instead of writing the code myself and avoiding any updates because the process took too long (and I'm not that good at it), I went to Weebly and created one there. There's an entirely new look, I've combined a couple of things and I'm migrating my blog over there as well.
This will be my last blog post from Blogger and my first on my website.
I haven't worked out yet how to link the blog in my website to my Goodreads and Amazon pages but I will--hopefully before next week when I start using my website as my blog.
My new website has a really cool slideshow of all my covers. Each one is linked to my author page on the publisher's website--so it's easy to find and buy the book! If you want a bit more information before going to the publisher's website, the Books page has the blurb for each book.
I'm a bit impressed with the Contact page, too. On the previous version of the website you had to create your own email. On this one, there's a nifty form to fill out that will email me directly.
To celebrate the new website, I've added a new free story. In a Pool of Blood is an experimental story. I wrote it as part of a series of stories I was writing that explore relationships between women. The relationship between these two women includes jealousy, murder and wild weather.
E E Montgomery
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