Sunrise, Sunset

I’m not sure why, but all of the sudden, I’m starting to feel like an old fogy. (Definition:  an extremely fussy, old-fashioned, or conservative person.) It started last summer when my mom and dad celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and their 80th birthdays. My parents have always seemed quite young to me, and they are compared to many of my classmates and peers, since I’m the oldest child in our family. (They only waited a couple of years before they had me, so that tells you about how old I am.) When did they get to be so old?

Suddenly, my little niece is taller than I am, and most likely smarter, too.

This winter, the house my dad built when I was 16 suddenly needed a lot of updating because it was over 40 years old. When did that happen? Earlier this month, a video of the house I renovated and turned into a bed and breakfast almost 25 years ago started to recirculate, and as I looked at a young, energetic, spry-looking version of myself smiling on the video, I realized that my staff, neighbors, nieces and nephews, and half the people in town have no idea how horrible the property used to look, and how absolutely heroic I was to rescue the place from the bulldozing it probably deserved. They either weren’t born yet, or were about 5 years old.

Yes, that’s me in the middle.

I’ve always prided myself on being pretty with it. I play with a contemporary Christian band and there’s nothing I like more than rocking out with the volume on my keyboard at full blast. I pound out a mean bass line and I’ve got the rhythm. I write steamy novels, wear funky clothes and hats, and work circles around many of my years younger staff members. I may be a little gray; I may be getting a little stiff in the joints, but I like to think I’ve still got it. Well, part of it anyway.

But lately… well, I’ve started to feel more and more irked with the way the younger generation thinks and does things. I routinely say things like, “What is this world coming to?”, and “Back in my day, we used to…”, and “When I was your age…” When I watch the Grammies, the only musicians I’m familiar with are those being inducted into the Hall of Fame.  To be honest, most of what we call contemporary music at our church are songs written 30 or 40 years ago. And when I visit churches with truly contemporary music and smoke machines and light shows, I cringe and probably feel the way my parents did the first time I sang Ralph Carmichael’s “He’s Everything to Me”.

And don’t even get me started on the fact that many of the obituaries in the paper are for people my age or even younger. It’s scary to think that I’m in the twilight years of my life, or that it’s all downhill from here. And to quote a comedian three-fourths of you have probably never heard of, “I don’t get no respect.”

Suddenly, I understand all the fuss about bucket lists, because time is running out, and if I’m going to do it, it needs to be now, while I still can. My goal has been to leave the country every three to five years to go on a dream vacation, but suddenly, it makes more sense to take a good long trip to somewhere far away and exotic every year, before it’s too late. Even then, you’ll probably find me on a cruise ship or one of peering out the windows of one of those big buses with really comfy seats. I hate the thought of missing out on anything.

Because today I noticed something. Sunsets are just as beautiful as sunrises. Maybe even more so. I have wisdom, and grace, and the kind of polish and beauty that a rock gets from being in a rock tumbler. I’ve worked hard for what I have, and now, I get to enjoy it (well, whatever the government doesn’t take first). But that’s another thing I shouldn’t get started on.

Sunrises are just fine. But watching the sun sink into the horizon in a blazing display of color and class… All I can say is, I’m going to enjoy every last minute of the show. Sometimes, the sky is at it’s most brilliant when the sun has already set, and the truth is, I’ve always been a night owl.

I firmly believe that each book I write is better than the last, and besides, it’s great fun to put my characters up to things I would never do now that I’m… And that I’m so in the groove at my B&B that the food we turn out only gets better and better. And, like all of us, my music – my generation’s – is the best. So there.

Smile if you will, but think of me next time you see the sun setting, and remember, one day, you’ll be an old fogy, too.

 

 

 

 

To New Beginnings, and Happy Endings, too.

It’s finally springtime, and there are signs of new life all around – green shoots poking out of the earth, flowers bursting into bloom, and streams flowing merrily along, celebrating their newfound freedom from the frozen captivity of snow and ice. Resurrections and new beginnings and second chances all proclaim the abundance of life!

It’s a perfect time to start a new novel, whether you’re a reader or a writer. Springtime is ideal for making new friends, exploring new places and experiencing new adventures.

So, in this time of new beginnings, why am I celebrating an ending? My Wildflowers of Scotland novels are finished! It’s time for me to say goodbye to Rose and Ian, Isabelle and Michael, Violet and Nathan, and William and Lyndsie. Within the next few weeks, I’ll be choosing a new setting for a new novel, imagining brand new characters, and breathing life into my next story.

 

I may have written The End on the last of my Wildflowers of Scotland novels, but for you, the story is just beginning.

I can’t wait for people to read Sweet William! It’s all I can think about. I’m hoping a lot of people will binge read the Wildflowers of Scotland novels now that the entire series is complete. I’m excited to read those first reviews, and get feedback from people whose opinions I trust. I’m geared up to throw a release party and embark on a blog tour that will infuse my enthusiasm for these characters and my love of Scotland to readers far and wide.

You’ll be happy to know I will be running some special sales on the Wildflowers of Scotland novels that have been released for awhile. I’ll also be offering a few advanced reader copies of Sweet William to selected people to read, review and generate a little buzz among their friends and social media networks. If you’re interested in being on my street team, please let me know.

I also enjoy speaking at libraries and bookstores, and am happy to come to book club meetings, social gatherings, ladies groups, and church meetings. If you’re lucky, I may even bring along some Scottish dainties to enjoy afterwards. I have multi-media presentations available on a variety of topics (Scotland, Celtic Cooking, Denmark, Mosaics, Quilts, Gardening, Hats, and Stormy Weather) relating to each of my books, and am happy to tailor a discussion to individually serve your group and its interests.  If you live near the Blue Belle Inn, you may want to come to lunch at the tea house and enjoy a short program or Q&A sessions afterwards.

Some of you have read each of my books, and can’t wait to feast your eyes on Sweet William. I’ve heard from others that they don’t like to start a series until it’s done because they hate waiting between installments. If that’s your feeling, now is the perfect time to get a free copy of Thistle Down (available at Smashwords.com) and read your way through Wild Rose, Blue Belle and Shy Violet. In about 3 months, Sweet William will be ready for you to read!

Happy Spring – here’s to new beginnings, and a few happy endings, too!