Summer Vacation

When I was a girl, summer vacation meant I was free to spend lots of time on my grandparent’s farm. It was my favorite place to be and I loved everything about summer when I was there.

There were often baby animals to pet and love and name. One summer, I “assisted” in the delivery of a baby pony, two goat kids, and a litter of puppies. I remember staying with my grandmother’s dog, Misha, until all of her puppies were born. I kept a cool washcloth on her head and told her what a good job she was doing. Later, my family adopted one of those puppies that I had helped deliver. Bandit was well loved by my family for 16 happy years.

My grandmother planted a huge garden every year, and I loved walking through it and checking the progress of the growing plants, and then later of the ripening fruits and vegetables. She would also plant huge yellow sunflowers on one side of the garden and we used to make bets about how tall they would grow.

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Some years, I would help my grandmother attach foil pie pans to strings that hung from stakes in the ground to keep the rabbits out of her garden. We would also plant Marigolds on the perimeter because she said the rabbits didn’t like the smell of them.

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And yes, we would stuff old clothes with straw to make a scarecrow to keep the birds out of the garden. Usually, he would wear some old overalls and a discarded flannel shirt. Sometimes we drew his face with a Magic Marker on a burlap sack. Other times, we used a Halloween mask for a face. Our scarecrow would wear an old straw hat or a baseball cap, and we always gave him a name…such as Fred or Oliver or Sam.

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The apple orchard bordered one side of my grandmother’s huge garden. As the summer progressed, I would check the status of the apples, and of the pears that grew on the other side of the orchard. By August, the trees would be loaded down from the weight of the ripe fruit.

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My favorite thing of all was to find a quiet place on the farm and read books. Sometimes I would climb to the top of my favorite apple tree and read. I had discovered a spot where three branches came together in a way that provided a safe reading perch. The other benefit was that I was high enough that I could look out over the entire farm.

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I also liked to take books to read up into the hayloft of the barn. This practice ended abruptly for me one lazy summer day when a mouse ran by me as I was lying on my stomach reading a book in the soft hay. After the mouse encounter, I would usually read under a tree. I liked the shade of the catalpa tree until the day I glanced up and saw the fat black and yellow worms munching away on the big catalpa leaves!

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When I complained to my grandmother that I needed a place without critters to read, she tossed a patchwork quilt over the clothesline and then laid another quilt on the ground underneath and told me it would be safe to read there. I remember falling asleep while reading during many warm sunny days in my personal quilt tent.

The only thing I didn’t like about being at my grandparent’s farm during the summer, was that my grandmother would ask me to gather the eggs from the nests in the chicken coop that was attached to the red barn. I was very afraid of the hens and even more afraid of the roosters. My grandmother always named her roosters…Pretty Boy, Elvis, Jerry Lee, Sylvester…and I thought that was funny but I still kept my distance from them.

My grandmother felt that we learned by doing, and she was convinced that I would overcome my fear of the chickens if I gathered the eggs often enough. I did eventually learn to gather the eggs, but I never liked doing it.

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I wrote about this experience in my second book, “Which Came First?” Originally, I wrote the story for my children so they would know a little about my childhood and about farm life. But now, I see the book as an entertaining story with a female protagonist who doesn’t give up and who finds a resourceful way to overcome her fear and get the task completed.

There are two parts of the book that always make me laugh because of the personal meaning attached to them. One is when the girl tells herself, “Don’t be a chicken liver” because that’s something my brother and I actually said to one another as kids when we were afraid. The other part that is funny to me, is that artist Vicki Guess hid a mouse for kids to find in all of the outside illustrations in the book. There’s even a mouse hidden in the hayloft of the barn on the front cover!

Have a good summer vacation and I hope you get to read a lot of books! If you have the chance to visit a farm or to take a child in your life to visit one, it’s a wonderful experience.

I’m going to take a summer vacation from this blog so I can work on my new book. I look forward to seeing you again in September!

Please check out my author website to order a signed copy of my books…I’ve made the shipping free for the summer!

What Matters Most?

We found out recently, that another grandchild…a girl this time…will be joining our family in September. Her older brother, Graham, will be two years old that month. You can imagine how delighted and excited I am about being a grandmother again!

If you read my blog regularly, you know that I often mention my own two grandmothers…both of whom meant the world to me. My “city” grandmother had a personality that was very outgoing and vivacious. She laughed often and with big belly laughs. My “country” grandmother was the complete opposite in personality. She was soft spoken and when she laughed it was just a quiet chuckle.

And yet, they were alike in one way. They both gave the people in their lives…especially the grandchildren…their complete and undivided attention. When I think of my two grandmothers, I often think of a quote from author, Maya Angelou:

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

I will never forget the way my two grandmothers made me feel. As different as their personalities were, they each made me feel completely loved and important. My grandmothers were fully present when they were with me. They weren’t on the phone or distracted by tasks. Even if they had things to get done, they included me and made it fun.

Have you ever been in a public place where you looked around to see what other people were doing?

My husband and I were attending a Rangers game last recently, and we noticed that all the people around us were looking at their phones. It’s the same way in stores, at concerts, on beaches, In airports, and even at graduations and other special events. In restaurants, people at the same table will often be looking at their phones instead of talking with one another.

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My father is a crossing guard at an elementary school and he says that parents are often on their cell phones when they pick up their kids at the end of the school day. Have our devices and social media become a greater priority to us than our friends and families?

According to a recent article on, the average person spends two hours a day on social media, and some teenagers spend up to eight or nine hours a day on social platforms.  It alarms me that we live in such a connected world, yet we can be so disconnected from others in plain sight.

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The nightly news says that depression levels are up everywhere and it’s no wonder. How can individuals feel valued and important if the subtle messages we send and receive are that devices are more important than people?

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Don’t get me wrong, I too, enjoy social media and keeping up with what’s new in the lives of family and friends. I love the fact that my wonderful daughter-in-law sends pictures and videos of my grandson right to my cell phone.  But just like everything else, I believe we should  find a healthy balance of social media time.

Being fully present with others can be difficult but it’s also a gift we give to the people in our lives. That’s what my two grandmothers did that made me feel so very special. I’m committed to being fully present for not only my grandchildren, but also for others. After all, aren’t the people in our lives worth the effort?

Frozen Shoulders

In the fall of 2006, both of my shoulders began to ache and I felt a stiffness in them as well. I hadn’t fallen or injured them in any way, but the pain and stiffness worsened to the point where I realized I needed to see a doctor. I didn’t have any other health conditions, and I tended to stay away from doctors, so my family knew there must be something really wrong if I felt a need to make an appointment.

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I was having trouble moving my arms and the intense shoulder pain at night kept me awake and walking the floor. My 41-year-old brother had died very suddenly at the end of July so I was also overwhelmed with grief.

By the time I actually got in to see the doctor, my shoulders had stiffened to the point where I could barely move them and my arms were almost frozen at my sides. Since I could only move my arms from my elbows down, my teenage son teasingly called me “Tyro-Mom.”

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The doctor said I had something called “adhesive capsulitis” which is also known as “frozen shoulder.” It happens when the tissue surrounding the shoulder (the shoulder capsule) becomes thick and tight and forms scar tissue.

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She told me that it affected about 3% of the population, most of whom are women between the ages of 40 and 60. (I was 46.) Typically, one shoulder freezes at a time, but for me it was both.


She said the medical world didn’t really know what caused frozen shoulders, but they suspected that it was a perfect storm of the fluctuating hormones of middle age plus some type of physical or emotional trauma. She told me that my frozen shoulders could have been triggered by my brother’s death.

I was prescribed a course of physical therapy three times a week with a therapist, and the other four days I did stretching with different latex bands at home. I also used ibuprofen, a tens unit for stimulation, and went to a massage therapist who had experience helping people with frozen shoulders.

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During this time, it was difficult to do even the most basic tasks. I had trouble washing my hair in the shower because I couldn’t raise my arms. Getting dressed alone was next to impossible, so I spent many days in sweats and stretchy tops. Driving was challenging too. I had to get very close to the steering wheel to be able to reach the top of it.

I couldn’t get dishes from the upper cabinets in my kitchen without the aid of a stepladder and trying to reach into the washing machine to put laundry into the dryer had me in tears. At the grocery store, I could only reach products on the lower shelves, so I needed to take someone with me if I had very many items to buy.

During this time, my family stepped up and helped me with everything, usually without me having to ask.

After six months of therapy, my shoulders began to loosen up, but it took over a year before I had full range of motion again. After a year and a half, I could finally lift my arms above my head, but there would be discomfort and a crunching sound made by the scar tissue when I moved.

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Today, almost 12 years later, I have some discomfort if I raise my arms too quickly, but I still have full range of motion in both shoulders. Swimming can be uncomfortable, I cannot throw a ball like I used to be able to do, and my shoulders will sometimes ache during cold weather. However, I’m just thankful that my shoulders work again.

According to WebMD, adhesive capsulitis or frozen shoulder has three stages:
1. Freezing Stage (6-9 months) Pain in the shoulder with movement and this gets worse at night. Shoulders begin to get stiff.
2. Frozen Stage (4-12 months) The pain lessons but the stiffness becomes worse until the shoulder is immobile and daily tasks become difficult to do.
3. Thawing Stage (6 months-two years) Range of motion begins to return.

Some doctors are treating frozen shoulders with corticosteroid injections in the shoulder joint and/or with arthroscopic surgery. There is some evidence that an injection in the early stages can prevent the collagen buildup which causes the thickening of the shoulder capsule. This can spur a faster recovery time.

Author’s note: I have no medical training. This is simply the story of my own experience with frozen shoulders. I would love to hear if anyone else has any experience with this?

Pomp and Circumstance

Our youngest child will graduate from the University of North Texas this week. She intends to continue on to graduate school, so her education journey is not yet complete. I’m feeling proud and a bit emotional about her reaching this milestone in her life…especially because she is the last of our four children to graduate from college.

College graduation hasn’t always been a given like it seems to be these days. My father went to college for only a semester before he decided it wasn’t for him and then joined and served in the U.S. Army for three years.

My mother was the first person in her family to graduate from high school. She graduated in 1958 and had the grades for college but she didn’t go. I asked her about this one time and she said that in the late 1950’s, most women who went to college wanted to be a teacher or a nurse. She didn’t want either of those careers so she didn’t even consider college.

She also told me that her parents (who lived through the Great Depression) didn’t care if she got her high school diploma. They felt that having a job was more important than going to school. My mom finished high school for herself. After graduation, she went to work for the local phone company as a switchboard operator thinking she would have job security.

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My dad must have seen the world changing because he always talked to me about “when” I went to college, not “if.” I was the first one in my family to go to college and the first to graduate. I felt like a bit of a trailblazer for my brothers and for my cousins who came after me. When we see others, who are like us doing and achieving, I believe it makes our own dreams feel more attainable.

My farm grandmother visited me at Purdue once during my sophomore year. She didn’t often venture so far from home and I remember how amazed she was by the size of everything. She asked if I ever got lost while going to my classes. I felt guilty when I saw her swollen ankles after I had walked her all around the campus. Before she left, she told me how proud she was of me and that I was a brave girl. It’s a memory I treasure and I so wish I had a picture from that day.

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I worked my way through college and then had to pay off student loans, but I still remember the elation I felt on that graduation day so long ago! My younger brother graduated from high school the same month, so our family had two graduation ceremonies to attend that spring.

Graduation ceremonies are a wonderful mix of celebration, rituals, and tradition. The first graduation ceremonies for students began in the 12th century at universities in Europe. During the middle ages, early university buildings were unheated and often cold. Scholars began wearing long, clerical type robes and gowns to ward off the cold. These evolved into our present-day cap and gown academic dress for graduations.

The tradition of tossing one’s cap in the air at the end of the ceremony, began at the U.S. Naval Academy graduation in 1912. For the first time, the graduates were given their new officers’ hats at graduation, so they joyfully threw their (no longer needed) midshipmen caps up in the air. This fun tradition caught on and spread to other graduation ceremonies across the country.

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Another name for the graduation cap is a “mortarboard.” This square, fabric-covered cardboard which sits upon a skull-cap, is also called a mortarboard because of its similarity in appearance to the mortarboard used by brick masons to hold mortar.  In case you were wondering, the tassel is worn on the right side before the graduate receives their degree, then they move it to the left side.

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Sometimes college diplomas or degrees are referred to as “sheepskins.” Early diplomas were often on parchment (which is made from the skin of a sheep, goat, or calf) because paper was scarce and difficult to make. Parchment was much more plentiful and durable and was used until paper usage became commonplace.

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The graduation march, Pomp and Circumstance, was written in 1901 by British composer, Sir Edward Elgar. It’s actually one of six military marches he composed. Pomp and Circumstance is March No. 1 in D and was first played in the United States at Yale University during their 1905 graduation ceremony. Sir Edward Elgar was invited to attend the commencement and he received an honorary doctorate of music that day.

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This weekend, will be the first of two college graduations in our family this year. Our other daughter will earn her Master’s Degree from the University of Michigan in July. I’m looking forward to celebrating the achievements of both of our daughters, and to hearing the music of the graduation march!


An Interesting Find!

Recently, I was going through an old jar of buttons that I had picked up in an antique shop in North Texas some time ago. It’s common to find any number of interesting items other than buttons in button boxes and button jars.

In the past, button boxes seemed to be a catch-all for small trinkets and doodads that people wanted to keep. Over the years, I’ve found coins, barrettes, nails, screws, paper clips, keys, bullets and shells, key rings, thimbles, beads, earrings, marbles, sewing needles, matches, Brownie and Girl Scout pins, rocks and stones, guitar picks, wooden thread spools, arrow heads, brooches, safety pins, diaper pins, hooks and eyes, magnets, small chains, watches, chalk, seashells, clothes pins, pictures, bobby pins, Christmas ornament hooks, and hair bows in them. Sometimes, button boxes are treasure boxes too!

As I poured the buttons from the jar onto a cloth and spread them out to look through them, I came across an interesting metal coin. On the front, it said “Alabama State Tax Commission” and had a star in the center with a number 5 on either side of the star. On the back, it said, “Luxury Tax Token” and had the same star with the number 5 on either side. Of course, I was instantly curious and had to do some research!

Twelve (of the 48 states at the time) issued sales tax and luxury tax tokens during the years of the Great Depression in America from 1929 until the late 1930’s. They were Alabama, Arizona, Colorado, Illinois, Kansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Utah, and Washington.


These tax tokens usually had a value of 1/10 of one cent and were used to pay sales tax on very small purchases. The tokens helped American consumers avoid being overcharged tax on small purchases of 5 or 10 cents by being able to pay with tax tokens if the tax was less than a penny.

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Millions of tax tokens were issued and were made from a variety of materials including plastic, cardboard, brass, aluminum and bronze. People considered them to be a nuisance to use and they were replaced in most states by a sales tax collection system. Missouri and Alabama were the last states to end their use of sales tax tokens in the late 1940’s.

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I checked on to see if my coin might be a collector’s item. There were several listings for tax token coins and there was one like I have that was for sale for $19.99. I think I will keep mine…I like the historical aspects of it.

Author’s note: I would be interested in knowing if any of you had heard of these tax token coins because I had not.

The Best Time Of The Year

For the past two weeks, I’ve spent all of my free time working on a new perennial garden. I love annuals too, but I’m partial to the perennial flowers that come back year after year. There’s something nice about the parallel permanence of perennials putting down their roots at the same time that we are putting ours down in this new home. I think it speaks of hope and is a nod to the future.

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I’ve been a gardener for most of my life and I’ve planted many gardens at the homes where I’ve lived. Most of my planting was done in the Midwest where the rule of thumb was to wait until mid-May or around Mother’s Day, before planting to make sure there would be no more freezes.

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Many times, over the years, I have planted a mix of certain colors of flowers together, or perhaps created beds of different flowers in shades of the same color.

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Once, I planted blue Hydrangeas around our pool to match the blue tile that peeked above the water line. They were a lovely blue that first summer, then they came back the second year in a pretty shade of pink. That’s when I learned about alkaline and acidic pH levels in soil and their effect on different flowers!

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For any new gardeners, the pH (potential of hydrogen) scale goes from 0-14, with neutral being right in the middle at 7. What’s really being measured is the concentration of hydrogen (H) ions in the soil. The more hydrogen ions there are, the more acidic or sour the soil, and fewer hydrogen ions mean the soil is more alkaline or sweet.

My Hydrangeas turned pink because the soil around my pool was too alkaline to support the blue flowers. So, to make my Hydrangeas turn blue again, I had to make the soil more acidic. This was pretty easy actually. I turned to my mentor gardener (my mom) who suggested that I place used coffee grounds around the base of my Hydrangeas for a year or two.

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In Texas, the growing season begins earlier and the plants start making their appearances at the local nurseries in March. Before I went shopping for this new garden, I looked through all of my gardening books and read about which plants do best in zone 7 where I now live. After that, I made a wish list of plants and colors.

Since we live in a new house, there were no existing gardens in my backyard. My husband spent an entire Saturday removing the sod and digging up a pie-shaped garden plot for our first flower bed. (He likes gardens too.) Since our soil has a lot of clay, we added multiple bags of top soil to get the area ready for planting.

For this new garden, I decided on a mix of perennial flowers in all different colors. To find the specific plants I was looking for, I had to visit several different nurseries. Most nurseries do a really nice job of separating perennials and annuals. Some even alphabetize the plants in sections of “shade lover” or “sun lover” and have signs with all kinds of useful information for planting.

Plant nurseries are like libraries for me. I can easily get lost in them for a very long time. One sunny afternoon last week, I was slowly making my way through the perennial section at one of our local nurseries and a woman in the section with me looked up and said, “Isn’t this just the best time of the year?”

Indeed, it is!

It took me an entire day to plant the flowers and to add mulch and edging. I was pretty tired and dirty at the end of that day. Happy tired. Because the plants should double in size in the next two or three years, I had to leave room for growth. From experience, I know that the garden will grow and become more lovely each year.

One of my favorite sayings hangs in my writing room. “The Earth laughs in flowers.” I believe that is true. Now that the planning and planting of this flower garden are finished, it’s time for the tending…and for the laughter!





The Icing On The Cake!

Most of you know that in addition to writing this blog, I also write books. In the last four years, I’ve written and published three children’s books. All three are illustrated by my close friend, artist Vicki Guess.

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It takes us a year to produce a book. We aren’t very fast, but it’s more important to us to get it right than it is to finish quickly. We are also both working other jobs so we have to make time around the stuff of life for our loves of writing and illustrating.

When we are working on a book, we each work independently and we also meet monthly, halfway between our two homes, and work on every page together. We want the words and the illustrations to meld seamlessly into a book that is a joy to both read and see.

Our first book was a finalist in the national 2016 Best Book Awards

On April 7th at the 2018 North Texas Book Festival, our third book, “The Day The Turkey Came To School” won the award for Best Children’s Book. We didn’t expect to win because we had won in 2017 for our second book, “Which Came First?” and because the other two finalists in our category had created some darn good books.

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To say we are thrilled, is an understatement. We are incredibly humbled and grateful, and jumping up and down excited! It isn’t just the award that has us so delighted…it’s the recognition.

This year, our book was evaluated by adults and elementary school children. We consider them both to be our audience. We want to create books that children love, and books that parents and teachers and librarians like to read too.

This past weekend, Vicki and I had a book signing at a store in Dallas. I asked her what it means to her that our books have won these awards. She said, “It validates what we are doing; that we can touch people’s lives with the work that we love to do.”

Winning the Best Children’s Book Award for our last two books, means that what we are doing is working. It’s a shout out to the world that we are creating books that are worth noticing…and that means so much to us.

In June, we will begin working on our fourth book together. We are discussing three of my stories and trying to decide which one will be the next book. Because our first three books have been recognized with honors and awards, we are determined to work even harder to make the next book something really special and worth the wait!

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Illustrator, writer, graphic designer, Crystal Wood,  for all three books

Authors note: Thank you to all of you who have loved our first three books. It’s our privilege and pleasure to be able to create them for you!

Writing Rituals

My favorite quote about writing comes from the late journalist, Gene Fowler. He said, “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper (or a computer screen) until drops of blood form on your forehead.”

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Often people come up to me at book signings and say something like, “I want to write a book.” To which I will say, “Have you written it on paper or on a computer yet?” Normally, the answer will be something like, “No, but I have the whole book in my head.”

Here’s what I know. To be a writer, you have to write. Everyone has a story in their head somewhere. The difference between writers and other people, is that writers are absolutely driven to write that story…whether it’s for themselves, for their families, for the masses, or simply for posterity. Writers have to write.

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One of the tools that many writers use, are something called “writing rituals”.  A writing ritual is a deliberate, conscious, repetitive behavior that has personal meaning and helps the writer get into a good mental place for writing.

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The point of using rituals, is to allow the writer to become more creative and productive. Going through the writing rituals each time, signals to the brain that it’s time to write and hopefully will allow the writer to get to that creative place where the words flow easily.

Examples of writing rituals might be things like:

*Writing at the same time each day when you feel the most creative or productive.

*Clearing the clutter from your writing space before you begin.

*Setting a timer so you will write for a certain amount of time.

*Turning on a certain song or kind of music before or while you write.

*Writing in the same place each time.

*Saying a prayer or meditating before writing.

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Many famous writers had or have writing rituals.

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Charles Dickens needed complete quiet to write and had a second door built on the outside of his writing study to give him an extra layer between himself and the rest of his household. He also would take a walk before he wrote.

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A number of other famous authors…Mark Twain, George Orwell, Edith Wharton, and Truman Capote did their writing in bed on legal pads. They felt they wrote better in the horizontal position.

John Cheever liked to write in his underwear.

Ernest Hemingway liked to write while standing.

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Maya Angelou would check into a hotel room with a dictionary, a Bible, a deck of cards, and a bottle of sherry and would work from 7:00 in the morning until 2:00 in the afternoon.

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John Milton would read from the Bible for half an hour every morning before he began writing.

Stephen King writes every single day of the year without exception. He has a daily writing quota of 2000 words and rarely allows himself to quit until he’s reached his goal.

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One of my favorite writers, Kate DiCamillo, always has lots of coffee and a string of festive lights on in her writing room.

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Three years ago, my husband and I visited the home in Mansfield, Missouri of author, Laura Ingalls Wilder, who wrote the Little House on the Prairie Books. We took a guided tour of her home and I was looking forward to seeing where she did her writing.

I was shocked to find that she wrote all of her books while sitting in the living room in an oak chair with very wide wood arms that her husband had built for her. She didn’t write her first book until she was 64 years old, and she wrote them all on legal pads in that chair.

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I asked a few of my prolific writer friends if they have any writing rituals.

Fred Funk told me that he writes all of his books longhand while kicked back in his recliner.

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Randy Schmidt said his best writing time is between midnight and 6:00 a.m. He says it works best in the summer when he isn’t teaching school.

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C.M. Healy likes to write late at night with the TV on. He said his years of teaching school taught him to block out the ambient noise but somehow the noise from the TV helps to keep him focused.

Becky Ross Michael, says she uses positive reinforcement and rewards herself with snacks when she gets a certain amount of writing finished!

My personal writing rituals involve a lot of coffee and a quiet house. I also light a candle and read through the Bible verse that I keep near my computer monitor:

“Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in they sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14)

As my friend and award-winning author, Jan Sikes, told me recently about writing rituals, “Everyone has to find what works for them!”

A Match Made At The North Texas Book Festival!

In April of 2013, I went to the North Texas Book Festival in search of an illustrator for my story, “The Button Box.” I didn’t meet an illustrator that day, but I did get the name of an artist…Vicki Guess…from an author who was signing her books at the Festival.

I called Vicki the next day and told her who I was and asked if she might be interested in illustrating my first book. She very wisely said that she would like to “read my story and think about it.” She said she would call me back. I tease her now that she just wanted to make sure I could write!

When Vicki called, she said she loved my story and would like to meet and talk about illustrations for the book. I asked her to bring samples of some of her artwork. Yes, I wanted to make sure she could draw and that I liked her style!

When we met, we felt an instant connection and decided to see what we could create together. Since that day five years ago, we have published three books and developed a life-long bond of friendship. We have done numerous book signings and speaking engagements, we have met one another’s families and welcomed new grandchildren, we have laughed…so much…cried a little, and have found great joy in this fun adventure together!

This Saturday is the 18th annual North Texas Book Festival and we are honored to be the “Featured Author” and the “Featured Illustrator” at this year’s event. Vicki is the first ever “Featured Illustrator” for the North Texas Book Festival so she is setting the bar for the future.

The North Texas Book Festival, Inc. is a 501(c)3 corporation and was organized in the year 2000 by a group of individuals, led by children’s author Lynn Sheffield Simmons. Its mission is “to raise funds to promote literacy and to encourage family interaction that will foster reading and the love of books.” Since its beginning, more than $70,000 in grants have been awarded to school and public libraries and literacy programs in North Texas.

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This year’s event will include 60 authors who will be signing their books, as well as incredible balloon twister, Al Curlett, amazing magician, Rick Morrill, a scavenger hunt, prize giveaways, and other fun activities for the entire family.

Vicki and I are proud to be a part of this organization which is having a positive impact on so many lives.  We are also delighted to have the opportunity to spend the day together and to talk with folks about our books. If you live in North Texas, we hope you will stop by!

Books And Gardens

When I’m not writing, my favorite thing to do is to garden. I inherited this love of plants and planting (and even weeding) honestly from a long line of fine gardeners on both sides of my family. As my husband will attest, I can spend hours happily looking at plants and flowers in a garden nursery…which is actually where we met!

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The back yard of my new home has nothing but grass, so I’m itching to begin digging in the dirt to create a flower garden. I’ve chosen a spot and made a rough garden plan but haven’t yet had the free time to get started outside.

My great-grandmother’s gardening book. It was published in 1960.

The parallels between my two favorite pastimes have not escaped me. Both writing books and planting gardens involve creating something new (and hopefully, beautiful) out of nothing but ideas and inspiration. I like this kind of challenge because it’s exciting to begin and not know where the journey will take me or even what I will have at the end.

Garden plans are a lot like book outlines. You begin with an idea and start working and new ideas evolve as you go. Often, those ideas turn into something even better than you originally imagined.

When I was turning my first story, “The Button Box” into a book, I had a hazy picture in my mind of how I wanted it to look. As I worked with my friend and illustrator, Vicki Guess, on the book, the picture gradually came into focus. At one point, I told Vicki that I saw realistic pictures in the original crayon colors for my story. I even gave her a box of the basic eight at one of our monthly work meetings.

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As the book progressed and I began working with the graphic designer on the layout, we tried different fonts for the story until we found the one that seemed to fit the best. The original checked background on the book cover was actually in blue, but we decided it wasn’t quite right. I think the tan check is the perfect background and actually highlights the pictures.

In June, Vicki and I will begin work on our fourth book together. I’m currently writing two stories but neither one is finished. I’m not sure yet which one will be the next book, but that’s part of the fun of the process!

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As winter comes to an end and we are on the threshold of spring (at least in Texas), I feel the seeds of ideas that I’ve been tossing around since the fall, begin to take shape. Spring reminds us that each ending is a new beginning. It’s seems appropriate that it’s springtime…the season of hope and rebirth…as I prepare to create both a new book and a new garden!

Happy Easter!

A blog by Janet Sever Hull