IWSG: Reflecting on my Writing Life

A supportive, encouraging group for writers. 

Thank you awesome co-hosts for November 7 

posting: Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor, 

Ann V. Friend, JQ Rose and Elizabeth Seckman!

How has your creativity in life evolved since you began writing?

Bear with me. I start with the negatives but end on a positive note. I've been writing for many years now, but only recently was my fiction published. I actually found a publisher (a small press). 

Initially, I was over the moon excited, as only my nonfiction had been published before, and this was the novel I'd spent 10 years rewriting. Out of the gate sales were okay I guess, but then dropped to practically nothing. (It's been 16 months). 

Now I'm wondering what (if anything) I did wrong. The publisher did do some marketing, but most it would seem depended upon my efforts. I hear other writers complain about their low sales and wonder. What are normal sales anyway? I've followed all of the online advice, setting up a Blog, Twitter, FB, Instagram and have spent an enormous amount of time learning the process. 

Allowed to fester, this kind of thinking gets me in a rut. I contemplate silly things like:

--My profile photo online. Should I smile more and look less serious? Maybe a caricature would be better. How about a younger photo?    
--Embarrassment. I committed to doing the NaNo this November, but now I'm so pitifully behind, it's a 'why bother'. 
--Feeling like I'm in a popularity contest. Why did "they" get so many reviews? Why did "they" get so many visits and comments at their blog?  Oh....the road to jealousy is a bad one, folks.
--Blog overhaul. Should I go with a different color? A new theme? Would it be more energizing? Would it generate sales? Do ads even work?

This kind of thinking feels like such a time waster. Feeling sorry for one's self never accomplishes much, other than to rewind and start all over again.Thankfully, I'm too busy to linger long. The best therapy is really to get back to work....whatever the task at hand is. 

Truth is, I enjoy writing. When I wrote a garden column for our local newspaper this summer at zero pay, I didn't mind. I had always wanted to write about gardening. I've gained confidence as a writer over the years. A younger me would have felt unqualified to write for a newspaper. As an academic editor (now retired), I learned the importance of "less is more." Academic writers tend to be overly verbose and I got pretty good at red-inking their manuscripts. If nothing else, I learned that 'rough' drafts are indeed that--they always need work. 

Freelancing with an educational publisher later helped me stay focused on the topic at hand. I tend to wander in my thoughts, easily distracted with the details. I still have a certain editor's voice in my head ("stay on target"/"keep your focus). I learned how to research history too, at the library and online when it was still the wild, wild internet west. We have so much data available today. It's almost scary. I've done quite a bit of pioneer women's history at my blog as a result. 

I'm more reflective these days and find myself wanting to write poetry. 

View of sunset from author's home.

I'm a slow writer but I'm okay with that. I tend to be a perfectionist and like the results. I've been reading a book about happiness. It talks about the importance of the three P's in life: Purpose, Pride and Pleasure. I took a little quiz and I came up short on having enough pleasure in my life. I recently returned to church, which should help, as socialization is key to finding healthy pleasure. I fully understand the other P's. Purpose and Pride in what I do are important to me. Right now, I'm helping my mother write her memoirs and it's taking precedence over my current novel. She's 93 and I love being able to honor her in this way. I'm learning so much about our family too.

Last but not least, I found a better way to connect with the IWSG group. Turns out Facebook is an easy way to connect with other members (as opposed to the blog-o-sphere). Members responded quickly to a question I had asked recently about autographing books. Linking my blog post to FB and IWSG site will help promote this post too. There is always a learning curve isn't there? I'm looking forward to connecting with more writers in this group. I live in a rural community, an hour's drive to any writers' groups. IWSG is starting to fill that void.

Sharon M. Himsl

Published: Evernight Teen 

The Shells of Mersing

Celebrate the Small Things: My Granddaughter and Badass Ladybugs

My granddaughter Liza surprised me with a special gift over the summer, a 'little' something she had made at school. Assigned in class to make a book cover for her favorite book, she chose mine, The Shells of Mersing!  Take a look...

  

An image of (MC) Callie when she examines the shells on her bed.

Callie discovers who the killer is in this scary scene.

In typical shy-free "Liza style" she also informed the school librarian that the school needed to order my book for the library. God bless her. I was so flattered and bursting with appreciation inside. I'm terrible at doing my own promotion. She then informed me she wanted to play "Callie" when my book made it to film. Talk about a great confidence booster. I need to hire this little girl as my public relations person, but alas....she is twelve. 

Turns out my occasional nickname for Liza, "Ladybug," is just perfect for her. Ladybugs, as many of you know, are pretty 'badass' in the garden when it comes to fighting aphids and protecting their own. Liza is not only 'badass' in promoting her grandma's writing, she plays a pretty mean game of soccer as the team's star goalie. But don't get me wrong, she's all girl too. She has loved her dolls over the years. Below is a photo of Liza at ten with her fabulous Barbie Doll collection. Unfortunately, I lost the original picture of her holding the book cover she had made. My smartphone fell in the toilet on a camping trip later and shorted out everything! (Another story😕)

Liza, at ten. With her fabulous Barbie doll collection.

So thinking about the 'badass' ladybug as one of my favorite garden bugs, I decided to do a bit of research. Years ago at the house on Grant Street I came upon a large ladybug nest at the base of a tree in my family's backyard. It was the first time I'd ever seen such an anomaly and I couldn't believe how big it was. If memory serves me right, the nest was two feet across. It was swarming, and if you've never thought a lady bug could bite, think again. Several bit me. Small stings really and of no consequence, but the bites surprised me. 

I liked ladybugs. I had spent years letting them crawl up my arms and legs, and encouraged my children to do the same, which they did. The orange track marks they left behind on your skin, releasing a stinky fluid from their legs, was the only drawback. I have since found out that the fluid is really ladybug blood. I had no idea, did you? Ladybugs release this blood to keep predators from eating them. That's why you will never see a bird eat one. Ladybug blood is their first line of defense, whereas biting is secondary, which explains my surprise. Since I had discovered the home nest, I can only assume that the "ladybug guards" were defending their own. Plus, they were hibernating for the winter. 

 

A familiar nursery rhyme most of us know:

Lady bug, ladybug

 fly away home. 

Your house is on fire and 

your children are gone.

I have released more than one ladybug into the air with this innocent little rhyme, but as with most British nursery rhymes of old, the meaning is far from innocent.

In Britain, Ladybugs are called Ladybirds, which is an old Catholic reference to "Our Lady." In the 1500s and 1600s, a law known as the Act of Uniformity (1559 and 1662) punished Catholic worshipers for refusing to attend the Protestant church. Punishment was severe. Priests were hung and some burned alive at the stake. Worshipers were jailed and fined heavily. The rhyme served as a warning cry for Catholics to escape. I wonder how many lives were spared with this clever use of words. 

I think I will try adding this 'badass' red bug with black spots to my garden in the spring. If I can get them to stay (I have plenty of aphids to dine on), I might have a better gardening season (summer 2018 was a fail). 

Meanwhile, hugs, hugs, hugs to Liza my sweet granddaughter and "ladybug" for inspiring this Celebrate the Small Things post!!




Special thanks to 'Celebrate the Small Things' 
host, Lexa Cain. 
And co-hosts: L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits Blog

Sharon M. Himsl
Published: Evernight Teen 
The Shells of Mersing

National Chocolate Day: Shoes Are Like Chocolate

Just had to say a few words about chocolate today, since I'm such a chocolate fan. One nice thing about being older is not worrying about the pimples (and cramping) chocolate caused me in my younger days. 😐

               (FreeImages.com)

Thought it was funny someone had compared chocolate with shoes. Well, maybe, I'm thinking.....if I had a larger closet. I could certainly find more to buy if I had the room.

If I did, I want the closet actor Kurt Russell built in the 1987 movie, 'Overboard' for actress Goldie Hawn. Did she not play the perfect 'rich bitch'??? Just loved those two together and the fact they had married in real life. I hope they are still together. Don't tell me if they aren't. It's one Hollywood fairy tale I'd like to believe 😃.

How about these shoes?

More shoes at my Pinterest link.

 

FreeImages.com

So enjoy some chocolate today

....and maybe,

a new pair of shoes!

Sharon M. Himsl, Writer / Author
Published: Evernight Teen 
The Shells of Mersing

 

A Few Notes... Plus, Africa Mercy - Off to a Great Start and House of Cards: One Nurse's Journey

Sometimes life gets a bit lop-sided, hectic, and out of the ordinary. I've found myself lost in unexpected family activities, but in a good way. I'm helping my mother adjust to her retirement home and simply put, getting old. Hey, I'm not so young myself either. 

Apparently, the extra time needed to do this well was more than my pea-brain could handle. I simply had to neglect this blog for awhile, in order to keep my writing flowing elsewhere. I found myself writing a weekly garden column over the summer, typing my mother's memoir, and squeezing out time for my novel whenever I could, so nothing really lost "writing-wise." Happy about that, and it's good to be busy - as they say.

Finally, organization is starting to prevail, and I see that I really can handle more than I thought possible. Thus, I'm starting to blog again and it feels pretty darn good. I won't stress if no one visits for awhile (I've neglected you!), but I do hope to chat with some of you eventually. I've neglected updates to my friend's amazing Africa experience too on the Africa Mercy, a hospital ship that sails up and down the African coast with a team of doctors and nurses. I missed her return to Africa in August and share her August and September emails below. (More to come later and then I'll be more up to date). 

Before I say adieu, CONGRATULATIONS 
to ELIZABETH VARADAN!! She has a new 
children's book out and I just love the cover. 
Be sure to check it out!


Have missed you all! 

Sharon

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2018-08-20, "Off to a Great Start"

After the customary 36-hour journey without sleep, I arrived in Conakry, Guinea last night to return to Mercy Ships for another seven months of being the scheduling nurse for the eye team. I must say, it was harder to leave home this time because my sister and I just got moved and settled into her house in Philadelphia, and I was getting really, really comfortable there. I was so focused on the move and settling in, it was hard to generate my usual enthusiasm for coming back to Mercy Ships.

No problem. About the time I got on the plane, my thoughts flew ahead of me, and the flame rekindled. Walking up the gangway was a thrill, a sense of being home (my second home). So many people have stopped to welcome me back—I feel loved in this community (in my other one, too!).

It’s a good thing I got a good night’s sleep last night. I, and many others, put in a thirteen-hour workday today. We held a mass screening event, screening for all the different surgeries that we do during the field service. Over six thousand people were screened, and about a quarter of those came to the eye team to be screened for cataract surgery. Of those, we scheduled over 300 adults and 15 children to come back for a full eye examination and possible surgery.

It’s hard to put into words the joy, the thrill, of being part of such an event. It tears at your heart to see so many people with medical problems, so desperate to snatch this opportunity for surgery that they nearly rioted outside the gates. We actually had to delay starting for a couple of hours while the police and our security forces worked to calm and organize the crowd. We didn’t dare open the gates; people would have gotten trampled. Eventually, we staged an end run—we opened a gate at the end of the line, where people were quieter. “The first will be last…” Anyway, it all worked out, and we were able to see everyone who came to be seen. You can hardly blame them for their frenzy—their options for health care are so limited, so a chance for a surgical slot with Mercy Ships is priceless. And being part of that priceless gift is the thrill of a lifetime for me. Oh, yeah. That’s why I’m addicted to this ministry!

If you are unenthusiastic about being on this newsletter list for yet another round of Mercy Ships stories, just let me know. It’ll probably be much like previous years, and I won’t be offended if you’ve heard enough already. But if you’re game, lets go for another ride together.

Blessings, Marilyn

2018-09-28, "House of cards"

As you remember, the advance container with the tents for the dock went on an extended world cruise, only arriving here in mid-September. Until then, we held our eye clinic in the room on the ship where we normally care for patients on the day of surgery. Meanwhile, the new tent, the one newly purchased for the eye clinic, had arrived and was used for the screening team. When the other three tents arrived, we were put in one of those and the screening team kept the new tent. It was a sensible arrangement.

Life in the tent has been fine, very convenient. If a day crew doesn’t show up for the Day of Surgery room, we can send one of the clinic people as a substitute. If we need something unusual, we can go get it. If I get tired, I can rest in my bunk for half an hour at lunchtime. If, as happened today, one of our post-op patients has a seizure in the clinic, we can fetch a doctor, do labs, get medications from pharmacy, and generally deal with the problem.

A few nights ago, we had quite the rainstorm. The new tent, already defective and leaking, collapsed completely. Since it was 2:00 am, no one was in the tent, so no one was injured. Not only that, none of the equipment inside was damaged. The tent has been declared unsafe, however, so the screening team had to move out. Everyone who had been working in four tents now had to crowd into three.

Now they have decided that that arrangement isn’t working so well, so they have decided to relocate the eye clinic to somewhere north of here an0d give our tent space to the other teams. In about a week, we will have to move again and set up the clinic for the third time. Then we’ll have to call a bunch of patients to tell them of the new location—hopefully we’ll be able to reach them and they will be able to find us. The clinic site is a substantial drive away from the ship, so we won’t be back for lunch, and the days are likely to be long and the commute tedious. If patients have post-op complications, I suppose someone will have to drive them to the ship, leaving us short-handed in the clinic. If we need something we don’t have handy…too bad. It is not an ideal situation, that’s for sure, and I, for one, am not happy about it.

Last year, when they were tentatively planning to locate the clinic far away from the ship, I decided that I would not come under those circumstances. When they bought a tent for us to be on the dock, I was elated. But now, I’m here, and now they are going to do just that, move us far away from the ship. I suppose I’ll adapt, but for today, I am grumpy about it. It does feel like the poor eye team lives in a house of cards, never secure in our accommodations, always the first to be kicked to the curb. Harumph.

--
Marilyn

Sharon M. Himsl, Writer / Author
Published: Evernight Teen 
The Shells of Mersing

 

The Classics - Opening Lines: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Boo!! A Halloween classic....




"In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market town or rural port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but which is more generally and properly known by the name of Tarry Town."          (published 1820)

A delightful retelling of the story in film with

Jeff Goldblum.1st broadcasted October 31, 1980.

Sharon M. Himsl

Writer/Author. Blogging since 2011. 
Published with Evernight Teen: 
~~The Shells of Mersing

So What's Everyone Doing?

Well, I'm reading and probably should be writing but I found a good book and I can't stop reading.

This is Roald Dahl on steroids for adults. Honestly, I had no idea the book existed. And did you know he's Norwegian? Really....now that I should have known. I'm half Norwegian after all.

But seriously, the guy really knows how to write. I discovered 'Going Solo' in a Roald Dahl children's collection I had purchased to divide up among my grandchildren.

I'm embarrassed to admit I have never read the children's books he's most known for. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The BFG, James and the Giant Peach, to name some.

But if you like memoirs with a sense of humor that focus on the WWII period, flying airplanes, and living in Africa, Going Solo is for you!

Well, I have been typing too.... Not my own work, but my mother's memoir. I love the little miner sitting on the keyboard. He's 'panning for gold' and that's exactly what writing about a life history feels like. Mother is 93 so you can imagine there's quite a bit of life to glean from there.

But I'm back to thinking about writing for myself too, and will use this miner for inspiration. Just 500 words a day someone on Instagram posted today. Now that feels doable. My current novel is around 22k, so I have a ways to go if I'm going to reach 60k.

How about you. What have you been up to?

Sharon M. Himsl

Writer/Author. Blogging since 2011. 
Published with Evernight Teen: 
~~The Shells of Mersing