NEW PHONE, PLANTS, RAIN, SLEEP CLINIC

I got the I Phone 6 today and so far it is a lot different than the 5 I’ve had for a couple of years. I’m sure it will take me a few days to get use to it.  Already I’m having trouble with the thumbprint ID.  I hate being so illiterate when it comes to anything technical.

I checked my plants yesterday and if they don’t fall off the plants, we are going to have lots of tomatoes.  I can’t wait.  And another thing, Hubs and I have decided to downsize.  We are thinking of selling this house and buying a small cabin down around Lake Cumberland Resort.  I think we would love it down there.  The biggest problem will be getting this place ready to sell.  Now I have that on top of the editing still to be done

Well, we are sitting here waiting for the severe weather  we are supposed to have.  I hope it isn’t too bad.  All take it easy and don’t work too hard.  Till next time,

1/2 DREAMAHRose_sm

MY TURN, TOMATOES, COOKING AND EDITING

LAST YEAR'S GARDEN

LAST YEAR’S GARDEN

Good morning, everyone:  Hope all is well with you.  And hope you are getting further with your writing than I am.  I swear, I wish I could just sit down and edit.  Not be disturbed by the phone, the hubs, or anything else.  But  I just can’t stand to sit at the computer or just sit and read if my house is dirty.  It drives me nuts.  I have to clean the house then edit.  But by the time I am finished with the house, I am tired and my brain is fuzzy, so I can’t edit.  I have to fix this somehow.

I sure hope everyone had a nice Father’s Day.  Even though it poured all day, we had a nice brunch with plenty to eat.  Speaking of eating, have you ever had to cook dinner when you just did not want to.  That was me last night.  So I cooked some chicken and cut it into bite sized pieces.  Cook some yellow rice and layered that on top of the chicken.  Cooked a pkg. of broccoli florets and put that on top of the rice.  Cooked a pkg of peas and carrots, mixed that all up with a jar and three pkgs of chicken gravy.  Poured that over the rest of the stuff, covered it with shredded cheddar cheese and bread crumbs.  Baked it for 35 minutes and you would have thought it was a feast.  The family loved it.  Tonight is meatloaf and mashed potatoes.  Yum.

Well crap! Went out to check the tomato plants this morning and they are full of some kind of worm.  Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it will do to the tom plants, but they are not long for this world.  Murder by some kind of deadly spray ASAP.

Not a lot going on.  My life is about as exciting as a June bug with a string tied to its hind leg.  Did you ever do that?  Now it would be animal abuse, but when I was a kid, we never thought about whether or not the bug was in pain.  Now I would never consider such a thing.

I’m going to try and put a picture up.  It seldom works for me but here goes.  Y’all take care and try to get some work done.  Talk at you later.

1/2 Deamah H. Lockwood

KEEPING TRACK OF DAYS, WRITING TWO AT A TIME, SUMMER IS HERE

NEW HANGMAN SINGLEI talked to my sister in KY this morning and was surprised to discover, this is Friday!  I have had my head buried in my computer all week writing on THE HANGMAN and making notes to myself about what to add to the storyline; also, adding tidbits of information to THE SNATCHER, the next book in the series.  I have managed to lose track of the days.  Oh yes, plus dealing with headaches caused by my clenching my jaws and irritating my TMJ  jaw joints.  They’re sore and probably inflamed.  Someone tell me why I clench my jaws?  I just caught myself doing it again.  Damn!  Well, I finally killed off my next victim this morning.  Only two more to go in this book.

 

 

NEW SNATCHER CVR

I do love writing murder and mayhem.  It’s all a puzzle to me.  I have to know the answers to the who, what, when, where, how and the big WHY. I kill people on paper, but don’t even harm a fly in real like.  My cat Bandit catches any bug that dares to enter the house.  She’s my little hunter.

 

 

I went out to weed-whack the thistle and other weeds growing along the walk in the front yard.  I had to go back inside and put on socks to cover my bare legs because the grass debris was stinging my skin.  Went back out, and  I got as far as the end of the walkway when the weed-eater decided to get the string wrapped around itself and the  spool and cover fell off.  Got all that straightened out, then I couldn’t find the new line.  It’s here somewhere;  I just have to locate it, and I will finish my weed whacking tomorrow, as Scarlett always said.

I do believe summer has arrived here in Colorado Springs.  This coming Sunday, and Monday, we’re going to have temperatures in the 90s.  Monday, 95 degrees.  Oh, boy, I will hide from the sun and try to keep my critters cool, as well as myself.  I survived it last year, I can survive it this year.

Well to all your fathers out there, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY.  Everyone have a great weekend and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.

Dreamah

FRIENDS, YOUR LIFE IN WRITING, THE STONE KILLER, THE HANGMAN, RAIN! HOT WEATHER,

I keep thanking God for one of my closest friends.  She is back in Colorado for a short time, closing up her house, before returning to Ohio.  Considering all she has been through, she looks good and is improving every day.  There is an old saying, if you can count the number of  your true friends on one hand you are fortunate.  We all have a lot of acquaintances, but how many really true friends do you have?  People that would be there for you when you’re down and willing to help you fight to rise back up?  Think about it.  I have, and as I said before, I thank God for my true friends.

As we go through life, sometimes we run into obstacles that we must overcome.  So it has been with me.  I guess I write about loss and ghosts because of the number of people who I have loved who are no longer here.  I will admit that I do believe in ghosts and the afterlife, and use my experiences in my novels.  I do it in hopes it will give a little comfort to those who have lost those they loved to know that they continue to watch over us.   One of my sisters was a heavy smoker.  It killed her with cancer.  Whenever I’m sick of depressed, the odor of cigarette smoke in the house is overwhelming.  No, it isn’t coming from outside, because it’s present in whatever room I’m in.  And NO, I don’t smoke.  Take comfort in knowing our lost ones are still keeping tabs on us.

STONE KILLER SGNLE, NEWNEW HANGMAN SINGLESister is still working on the re-editing and rewrite of THE STONE KILLER, while I continue writing THE HANGMAN.  Everything is progressing slowly, but well.  I wish I could write faster, but I can’t seem to manage it.  When the story flows, it’s great; and I’ve been managing to write close to 1000 words a day.  But I do have to clean house, do laundry and care for my critters, otherwise my fur babies get upset if they don’t get attention, especially Titan.  When I’ve been writing all day, and  it become 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon, he comes to my desk and looks up at me as if to say, “It’s my time now.  Come sit in the chair so I can lay on your lap.”  He is the baby dog, and Bandit the cat is the youngest of the group, and I’m so glad to have them.

 

images[2]We had a downpour here the other evening.  My driveway and the road in front of the house was more like a river with all the streets being flooded, even up to the back of my vehicle.  My friend’s house had water in the lower level, but have managed to suck it up with a wet vac.  Now, we get to look forward to temperatures in the nineties.  At least, it will dry her house out as long as we don’t get any more rain.

Well, back to work.  Everyone have a great day and stay safe.

Dreamah

WAR OF THE MARSHMALLOW PIES, MORE RAIN, POOR MOUSE, THE REWRITE, THE HANGMAN

images[1]Did you ever have one of those days when you’ve had to admit you’re a junkie?  A food junkie.  I’ve been done in by marshmallow pies.  I went to the store yesterday and tried hard to walk right by those blasted things, but I was shocked to see two boxes jump right into my cart.  No matter how hard I fought, they wouldn’t climb back onto that shelf and insisted on coming home with me. I’m a lost cause when it comes to those things. Oh well, I will continue to fight the good fight and will eventually win this War of the Marshmallow Pies.

images[2]The weatherman says we will have more rain this evening, Thursday and Friday.  It will help cool us down a bit.  When you don’t have air conditioning, and you live at the elevation of Colorado Springs, that eighty-some degrees feels really hot inside the house.  Once the heat settles into the fiber of the house, it is hard to cool the inside even with four fans running all day and evening.  Oh, my electric bill.  I don’t care as long as I stay cool.

images[3]My wonderful nephew came down Monday and cut my knee-high grass for me.  The front and back yards look like green velvet.  I am sorry to say he ran over a mouse with the lawn mower, killed one, two escaped.  When I was a child, we lived in West Virginia and there were mice where we lived.  My poor mother would set traps for them with cheese as bait.  She had a time with me.  I’d spring the trap, remove the cheese and place it at the entrance to the mouse’s hole in the wall.  I hate the thought of any animal being mistreated or killed.  Logically, and I hate logic, if we want to have meat on the table, a creature must die.  I eat a lot of vegetables and yes, chicken.  I don’t like it, but I do eat meat.  If you had to depend on me to provide meat for your table, you’d better become a vegetarian.

NEW SNGLE STONE KILLER CVRSister is still reviewing the rewrite of THE STONE KILLER, checking for any errors AGAIN!  Editing is such a tedious job.  It is time-consuming, makes you tired, your eyes burn from staring at the page or computer, and you end up almost hating the book.  It has to be done and as a writer we have to learn to edit, edit, edit, and edit some more if we don’t want mistakes in the E-book or printed version.  I hate mistakes, but they do happen even to famous authors.  I have read books where in the beginning, the author called a character by one name, and later in the novel, by a totally different name.  That will confuse you.  Anyway, once the editing is finished and new versions uploaded to Amazon and CreateSpace, we will have a special E-Book Sale for two or three days.  I can’t give you a date yet, but it will happen.  Watch for the notice.

 

NEW HANGMAN SINGLETHE HANGMAN, the second novel in the series, is progressing really well.  The characters are talking to me and I keep typing down what they say.  The research has been more for this book as it will be for the others, but it is worth it.  Research is vital in writing any novel, whether it is for locale, legal or history.  Do your homework first and your book will be a lot better.

Well, back to work.  Books do not write themselves.

Everyone have a great day and stay safe.

Dreamah

 

 

BECOMING A HERMIT, , MARSHMALLOW PIES, YAK-A-SO-BA, WRITING, EDITING

21765562-image-of-funny-cartoon-smiling-hermit-crab[1]I have decided that with little effort, I could become, and am to an extent, a hermit.  It’s not that I don’t like people, I do.  I thoroughly enjoy have lunch with a couple of my friends and sitting and talking, laughing at some of the things we used to get ourselves in to.  I often wonder how we made it to the age we are.  We talk about old loves, ex-husbands and how we’ve grown wiser (we hope) with age.  Would we do it all over again?  Probably.

The one thing I have learned is not to dwell on the past.  In no way can it be changed.  I do use a lot of my past in my novels.  You have to use your experience to know people and what they’re like.  You have good people and bad ones, and we take the good with the bad and overcome the obstacles in our path. So if you want to know what I’m really like, read my books.

I knew a couple of women in Florida who did nothing but lament about their failed marriages and how their husbands cheated, and divorced them for a younger woman.  For both of these women their divorce had happened over fifteen years prior.  Yet these women continued to hang on to the past and mourn the loss of their husbands instead of getting on with their lives and being happy in a different relationship.  They let that one failed marriage rule their lives instead of working to create something different for themselves.  They’re two miserable women.

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Let the blue bird of happiness sit on your shoulder.  Remember this one rule I follow in life,  NEVER GO BACKWARD, ONLY GO FORWARD, especially in a relationship.  You can’t make someone love you.  Love yourself first.  Be happy with yourself first, and don’t hang on to someone who doesn’t want you.  They’re not worth it.  Let go and move on,  Enough of my preaching.

 

 

 

images[1]I don’t normally have a favorite food, but lately for some unknown reason, I have become addicted to Little Debbie’s Marshmallow Pies.  Those round graham crackers with marshmallows in between and covered in chocolate have become a craving for me.  A tall glass of ice-cold milk and one of the pies and I am as happy as a frog in a pond.  My problem is that I’ve been eating two or three a day.  Not good for the waistline. Like I did with cigarettes, I’ll have to quit these pies cold turkey.  I just ate the last one and will not buy any more.

Last night for dinner I cook Yak-a-soba, a healthier dish than marshmallow pies.  I doubt if I spelled it correctly.  I got the recipe when I lived in Hawaii.  It consists of cabbage, oriental vegetables, Worcestershire  sauce, chicken and noodles.  The problem with making this dish, is you can’t cook just a little bit.  By the time I finished, I had an entire wok full.  Oh well, the left overs are always good.

NEW HANGMAN SINGLEYesterday, even with the remnants of my migraine, I was able to write almost 1600 words on THE HANGMAN. If only I was able to write that much each day.  It works a lot of days, but there are times I’m lucky to get 500 words done.  All I can say, is NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.  Keep writing and don’t forget to edit.  Several years ago, I submitted a manuscript to several agents.  Even though I received personal letter back in the form of rejections, now I realize why my book was rejected.  Mistakes in the manuscript and I had not done a thorough job of editing out the chaff, removing all the unnecessary words and correcting my mistakes.  With age comes wisdom?  I hope.  My first writing of a novel is strictly a first draft.  Sister and I go over and over our novels editing, editing , editing and editing until we almost hate the book.  And then it ticks me off when we still will find a mistake.  Always remember, you can’t edit your work enough.

Keep writing and editing, folks.  Have a great week and stay safe.

Dreamah

GARDEN, NO POSTS, OHIO, ETC.

Well for crying; in a bucket.  It has been so long since I did a blog I’m not sure how to do it anymore.  I’m not sure I can remember my sister’s name.  I just have not been able to get to the editing.  You would think it wouldn’t be hard to sit down and read with a red pen in your hand.  Well let me tell you, sometimes it damned near impossible.

Just trying to get the garden ready is a whole bunch of work.  And it’s not even very big.  Then we had to go to Ohio to see my other sister, who wasn’t feeling well.  She is a lot better now.  My house looks almost like something on that Hoarders TV show.  I don’t think you would find any dead rats, but I make no promises.  I tell you one thing tho, I am ready to plant ivy on the slats of my window blinds.  The darned things are so hard to clean.

I started this on Monday June 1,  It is now Friday June 5th.  We planted more tomato and pepper plants.  Even got a few more beans in.  Now we just have to water them and watch them grow.

Bella the Belgian is on a tear.  She hates it when people walk their dogs and keeps up a high shrill bark for hours.  I can’t seem to get her to stop. Well, it is almost 7pm and I am in the middle of laundry.  You all take care and work on your craft when you can.  I will be back later and we’ll talk.  I’m going to try to get some editing done tonight.