Whitetail deer are common in my area. I thought this one may have been trying to distract me by running in the opposite direction from where she had a fawn hid.
About six years ago, a friend told me that if I went to New York with her, she could get me a meeting with an editor. I had a manuscript I wanted published, but I really didn't want to go that far on a chance. A gamble.
The evening I arrived in NY and looked out the hotel window, I was not enthusiastic.
The next morning, I went for a walk and they were taping a television show. Alicia Keys was on a stage singing about dreams coming true in NY. I felt pretty confident at that moment that it was possible to have a book published.
The editor passed on that book but told me my strengths.
I tried harder, and took what I'd learned from the comments, and wrote another manuscript, which was purchased by the same publishing house I'd contacted earlier in NY.
They weren't taping this video that day, but this is the song Alicia Keys sang. And if you recognize the Broadway area, that's where I was standing when I heard her.
The photo above is from my return visit, and when I looked out the window during that visit, I was enthusiastic.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky reportedly liked to gamble, and he liked to write. At one point, when he was in need of money, he received an advance for a book. If he didn't complete that book on time, he was going to lose the rights to many of his other works.
That's a lot of pressure.
Dostoyevsky must have realized he was in a bit of a bind, but he didn't let that stop him. He hired someone to write down his words, and he finished the book on time.
Because his books were written in a language I can't read, it's hard to know if they lose something in the translation. But the fact that he seriously wanted to meet his deadline was something I can understand completely.
Then, the fact that he married the woman who wrote down his words, added a love story ending. It makes me want to write a book about a gambler who had a deadline and...
When Rolinda Sharples was ten years old, her mother encouraged her to draw by giving her daughter money for the efforts. The motivation worked. At thirteen Rolinda was accomplished enough to sell some of her artwork to others. Later, Rolinda supported herself with her art. Not a small accomplishment, and particularly fascinating for me because Rolinda was born in 1793.
Although she was born in England, Rolinda’s family moved to the United States when she was very young. At around age eighteen, she moved back to England with her recently widowed mother, Ellen.
At some point, Rolinda painted a portrait of her mother, and it’s an amazing depiction due to the elaborate dress and the artistry.
My guess is that Rolinda’s mother was astute in both art, motherhood, and business matters—and that the two women were quite close.
For me, that’s a happy ending.
Someone recently told me that the phrase "tee time" in golf originally started in Scotland because the game was played at what would have been tea time. I've known a few people who would rather skip tea and head to the golf course.
Golf hasn't always been a legal sport. In 1457, practice was banned. Apparently men were spending too much time with their golf clubs instead of practicing with their bows and arrows—and archery was instrumental to the military.
Ah, imagine how much quicker truce could be formed between countries if serious golfers negotiated peace treaties, and couldn't return to their game until an agreement was reached.
I've been careful not to post many pictures of bugs and unpleasant things even though I've taken a few pictures of nature that show more realism, such as the one above.
I don't want someone looking for my book online and seeing a photo that upsets them. I don't. Because I wouldn't want to be looking for a romance novel and seeing a picture of a bug.
And once you post something, you can't control how it shows up when your name is searched. But, this one's is different. It's one of my favorite photos.
I didn't notice he only has one leg at first.
The saddest part for me is that he likes sunflower seeds and the birds often hold them between their feet and crack them open with their beak. I know it must be harder for him.
But I've seen him for two weeks and I'm hoping he stays around.
A person born in 1792 would have been twenty-six years old in 1818—which roughly corresponds with the age of my heroes and heroines. So I wondered what the world events were at the time.
Mary Wollstonecraft's A Vindication of the Rights of Woman was published, and Percy Bysshe Shelley was born. In 1816 Shelley would marry Wollstonecraft's daughter, the author of Frankenstein.
Beethoven had met Haydn almost two years earlier and in 1792 had traveled to Vienna to study with him, but Beethoven had his own ideas about his music and didn't learn as much as he'd hoped.
Joshua Reynolds, one of the most prominent artists of his day, passed away, leaving behind a legacy of portraits.
The people of Paris weren't concentrating on art, but of survival. In August, Parisians marched on the royal residence and forced their way inside.
Political upheaval was in the air.
King Gustav III of Sweden went to a masked ball after receiving a death threat. The assassin was also at the masquerade and mortally wounded Gustav.
The events of 1792 created a climate that led the way for both the romanticism of Percy Bysshe Shelley and his future wife's creation of a monster made from spare parts.
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