I Made Things Up About Osceola, Nebraska!

I’m just sitting here on my new back porch, eating lunch. The birds are twittering back and forth. The cat is lurking and probably stalking those birds. Temperature is a balmy 81 degrees. It’s August in Nebraska. I’m not making this up!

So why plot a book in small town Osceola, Nebraska? Seems like nothing happens here, right?

If you read the Orange book about Osceola, there was, at one time, a shoemaker, livestock sales barn, furniture store, billiard parlor (there still is one–in my basement!), lightning rod salesman and on and on!
Yup. Things have changed. There’s now a machine and die company, Quality Machine and Tools, Inc. run by Tim and Kelly.

We have two eateries: Terry’s Drive-Inn run by … Terry, White Eagle and another one in the works.

There are several Ag-related businesses and the biggest bins this side of anywhere. Antiques store, plumber. I can’t name them all! Plus the county seat, hospital and nursing home.

So again, why use Osceola for my book series? No Hobbits here. Life is pretty ordinary.

 

Unless … you make things up. :o)

Did you know there are sink holes and caves and secret pools here?

Only in my books.

Because I make things up!

And that’s what writers do.

I Didn’t Quit!

I love ‘I didn’t quit’ stories.

As my son, Jeremy says, “Keep on pushing.”

When you have a gift, you have to do it. Whether it is drawing motorcycles like my son, or writing books like me, or going to school, or working at a job that you know you are destined to do, it calls you.

It draws you. There is no reasoning or comprehending.

You just have to do it.

You are called.

You are chosen just for that task … or job … No one else can do it but you.

So don’t quit.

Isn’t He Cute?

IMG_2570I know. This is weird. You know where I am, or rather, what department of Menard’s I’m in.

Posting about being in the bathroom is creepy enough, but taking a picture in there is over the top!

But, I have to do it. I see little faces all over and I have to shoot the picture. Isn’t he cute? See how his eyes twinkle … no wait … those are screws. But check out the dimple in his chi … a screw again.

This is even crazier … I see those faces most times after God has done something in my life, or when I have submitted to Him.

He rewards me. “Here my daughter. Here is My gift to you. You’re such a good girl, so I’m giving you this.”

No strings attached. The visuals always make me smile. Always.

I have a whole file of these from various venus. Many in bathrooms!

Have you ever noticed that drains (in bathrooms), purse/coat hooks (in bathrooms), faucets (yeah, in bathrooms) often look like faces? Do you notice. Do you take the time to capture it, whether by really looking, or by taking a picture? Do you take the time to see?

Anywhere?

It is probably the weirdest thing I do, other than write weird stories.

Wireless Writing

I just bought a new printer. I looked at several and spent hours reviewing comments and recommendations.

There were certain features I had to have on it: wireless printing, printing from my iPad, phone and computer.

This one even prints from the Cloud. Cool.

I settled on a Canon PIXMA MX922. I really like it so far — easy to set up, easy to print the day-to-day stuff. Prints both sides so it saves paper, too.

All that aside, wireless stuff is so convenient to the point of being lazy!

I have a story brewing about the wireless world. The unseen realm. That is my favorite flavor of story. It’ll flow soon — I just have to let it simmer awhile longer.

What started this whole post was a journal entry from back in April. As I scribbled (my notebooks are filled — all will need a translator at some point to decipher my coded scribbles!) I was thinking about how things work. When I hit print, for instance, how does the printer start? What is the wave or signal that triggers it to print?

I’m not a physicist, obviously. I just expect things to work! When I hit print, it better print. When I check the status of an internet order, I want all those towers to talk to each other.

That’s it. Communication. The back and forth stuff. I ask. The computer gets me the info, the response I am looking for.

Then it hits me as I’m scribbling in my journal.

The biggest wireless miracle?

Prayer.

Running

I struggle to write.

I sit on the sofa, my favorite place to be. Doesn’t feel right.

I move to the wonderful, inherited-from-Harriet-chair in the bedroom, which is always inspiring.

No.

I pray — that has to be right.

… … …

I would rather write five thousand blog posts than write the short story that God is blinking at me today.

Blink: write.

Blink: it needs to be written.

Blink: it’s hard I know.

And blink: write.

Ugh.

It’s a short story to be published in a very-near-future anthology of short, fiction stories, all bearing the marks of pain, hope, letting God crucify our flesh and love us. He does that at the same time and through the same sometimes ugly mess. Stories about running from, then to.

This last one is about being sad as we look in the mirror — terrified, actually — and along comes the truth of who we really are.

Coming to you soon.

Yeah. I just have to sit here and write it!

Sigh.