There Really Is a Book on the Way

More than one person has asked me when that novel I’ve been writing for years will finally appear. Well, good news: Ms. Dee Ann Meets Murder is just a few weeks away from being on the market! You’ll be able to buy several copies for Christmas presents!

No one can say I’ve rushed to print. This book has had I don’t know how many revisions. Here’s a picture I shared months ago showing some of my printed rough drafts.

20170812_081618

Below is evidence of another few rounds of hard-copy editing I’ve added since then. Yes, at least one tree has given its life for my novel even before it’s been published. Of course, I’ve also corrected chapters online scores of times. I’ve looked at Ms. Dee Ann Meets Murder so much I’ve practically memorized all 74,344 words of it.

more revisions.JPG

I’ve had my husband, sisters, and daughters proofread as well as a few friends. My Rocky Mount writers’ group has listened to parts of it over the last few years. The opening paragraphs were read at a state writers’ conference.

I’ve also used five professional editors, thus having five different sets of eyes critique content as well as what we English teachers call mechanics. Things like sentence structure, word choice, repetition, wordiness, capitalization, punctuation–not to mention all that grammar stuff.

I may not have a #1 bestseller on my hands, but I’ve got some daggone clean copy.

Here’s what the front cover will look like. I know: exciting, right? What began as scribbling on a notepad while I watched Oprah’s afternoon talk show–yeah, it’s been that long–will finally be a published book.

book cover front

I’ll be posting more about Ms. Dee Ann Meets Murder in future blogs, hopefully adding a link to Amazon for those of you who want to order a copy (or two or three!) when it’s available. Stay tuned!

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Waiting…and Waiting for Fall

Where is fall, y’all? Today is October 1, and I’m still sitting here in shorts and flip flops with the AC running. I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that September now seems to be a summer month in eastern North Carolina. But October?

I mean, just look at these projected temperatures for the next few days. Thursday, when East Carolina plays a home football game, it’s going to be 96 degrees. In October! Thankfully, game time isn’t until 8 p.m., so maybe it will have cooled down to the 80’s when I’m there by kickoff. It’s sad I’ve come to consider that comfortable.

Inland 7-Day Forecast

I do see in this forecast the promise of a couple of mid 70s degree days on the weekend. But will it be safe to finally buy and plant some of these beautiful pansies from Lowe’s?

pansies at Lowe's

Most of my potted begonias are begging to be replaced. This last round of hot dry weather has done them in. Full disclosure: I’m not always good about watering stuff.

dead begonias

If I’m looking for a silver lining in these never-ending dog days of summer, it’s that my okra crop continues to flourish. I’m even still getting a cucumber or two every other day.

fall okra crop

Of course, my husband and I can eat only so much okra. And I’ve given it away to anyone who’d take it. I guess I’ll freeze a few more bags. Who knew okra could be so prolific? It’s almost like zucchini.

Although the current temperatures don’t feel like fall, I cheer myself up by noting signs that the season is coming. For one thing, the days are getting longer. I took this photo in my backyard at 6:45 this morning when it was still a little dark.

outside early morning

And I’m slowly inviting fall indoors. Harris Teeter has some lovely gourds and pumpkins in all shapes and sizes. So far, I’ve bought small ones for my kitchen windowsill.

gourds in window

I have to hold on maybe a few more days, another week? I have to believe Eastern North Carolina is not the new Florida! WE WILL HAVE FALL with chilly temps, colorful leaves, boiled peanuts, mums …and pansies.

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

All Politics Is Local

I think it was former U.S. Speaker of the House Tip O’Neill who once said, “All politics is local.” Well, you can’t get more local in politics than I did Monday, working the 4-6 p.m. shift at an early voting site for the City of Rocky Mount elections.

City of Rocky Mount Election sign

I was at the Nash Ag Center, one of the two locations designated for early voting (the other is Braswell Library). There were three of us soliciting voters: me, another lady, and the candidate running against my choice for Ward 5 City Council, Lige Daughtridge.  Lige’s opponent shall remain unnamed since I’m operating on a policy of no publicity for the opposition. I will say he seemed to be a nice enough person, and I respect him for his decision to run.

The three of us saw maybe a dozen voters in the two hours I was there, but hey, local elections can be decided by a handful of votes. Of course, that’s assuming I changed anybody’s mind. I did my best. Each time voters approached, I got off my chair, grabbed brochures and stickers, and brazenly asked whether they lived in Ward 5. If they didn’t know, no problem. I had a clipboard listing all the Ward 5 streets in alphabetical order. I was a fountain of information.

My post.JPG

I was also hot and plagued by gnats and, near the end of my shift, mosquitoes. I’d been told to take bug spray but in my hurry to show up on time, forgot to do so. I didn’t complain, though, since my two-hour shift paled in comparison to the time served by Ms. Rosa Hankerson, the lady campaigning for Sandy Roberson, candidate for mayor. She’d been there since morning.

Roberson volunteer.JPG

Having some time to look around, I noticed how accommodating the voting process has become. I would assume this concession for curbside voting is for handicapped people and not folks who just don’t want to get out of their cars. After all, this is early voting, not Sonic.

curbside voting.JPG

I love the polls. Even on a slow day, there’s an excitement about the whole business of people showing up to cast ballots for their chosen candidate(s). There’s nothing more American than exercising the right to vote.

Wherever you reside, I hope you vote in your local elections. And if you happen to live within the city limits of Rocky Mount, Ward 5, here’s how I recommend you vote between now and election day, October 8 (see picture below).

My candidates.JPG

Forgive me if I sound pushy; I’m still in a working-the-polls mood.

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A Fan of Walmart?

It’s become hip to hate on Walmart. People complain about long checkout lines and  messy stores. They ridicule the shoppers. There are plenty of Walmart jokes, many poking fun at overweight customers with curlers in their hair or those sporting low-slung, butt-revealing pants.

Walmart Store

I admit it: I laugh too when I read stuff online like “Just a reminder: Walmart will be closed on Christmas Day so both cashiers can be with their families.” Or “You know you’re at Walmart when you see a guy wearing a bath towel poncho” with a picture of a guy pushing a cart while wearing what looks like…a poncho made out of a bath towel.

But hey, I’m not here to pile on. I know Walmart isn’t as upscale as its competitor Target, but there is stuff there that I can’t find elsewhere. At least not at Walmart prices.

Take this pretty outdoor pillow in a fall pattern. Only five bucks. I may go back and get another. I’ve had two five-dollar summer outdoor pillows from Walmart that have lasted for two seasons now, so I expect this seasonal pillow will make it through a few falls. And again, only five dollars. Available in a big bin in the garden department.

fall pillow

Speaking of the garden department, another positive about Walmart versus Target (in my town anyway) is that I can pick up plants while I’m there. I bought two lovely small mums for $1.27 each the other day. It was a start to replacing my summer flowers in my backyard pots.

purple mums

The best deal I’ve gotten at Walmart recently, though, was a big-ticket item. My husband and I were shopping for a ROKU television (part of cutting that cable cord business I talked about in last week’s blog). Our son-in-law, wise in all things related to electronics/television/Internet, told us the exact model to buy from Walmart.

TCL - 50" Class - LED - 4 Series - 2160p - Smart - 4K UHD TV with HDR - Roku TV - Front_Zoom. 1 of 12 Images & Videos. Swipe left for next.

Not only did we get a great deal on this TV ( a 50 inch for $268), but the guy who helped us in the electronics department was friendly and knowledgeable. He and my husband even had a nice little chat about college football while he was ringing us up.

I know Walmart isn’t as pretty and yuppified as Target. I don’t catch a whiff of Starbucks coffee when I’m there and the aisles don’t seem as wide and shiny as those at Target.

But I look around my house and see lots of stuff that I’ve bought from Walmart over the years: a favorite set of sheets, toys and games, Corelle dishes, picture albums, candles, workout clothes…. So it would be mean of me to talk too badly about Walmart. I’ve gotten so many good deals there.

And as for those long checkout lines? I’ve discovered self-checkout, where I usually breeze right through.

scanner

Am I alone in liking Walmart? What’s been your experience?

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Cutting the Cord

My husband and I have declared our independence from at least one cable company. After years of griping about the ever rising cost plus poor customer service, we’ve finally cut the cord. We’ve canceled our TV! Take that, Spectrum!

cutting the cord.JPG

That’s a cable box you see in the picture above, but my husband is not really, actually cutting the cord. Oh no, I had to find a UPS store and mail the box (with an undamaged cord, of course) to the cable company so I wouldn’t continue to be charged a monthly equipment fee. Actually, there were two boxes…and two remotes.

To be fair, I didn’t pay for shipping, but still, how inconvenient to have to haul in equipment to quit the cable company.

Spectrum, formerly Time Warner (which, I swear, still owes me money but that’s another story), was the cable company at our house at the beach. Those ugly, cumbersome boxes were part of how the system worked. We had to have one for every single stinking TV set to work, and we were charged a monthly fee for every stinking box. At one time I had four until I cut back to save money. That meant I then had non-working televisions.

Spectrum is still our Internet company at the beach (can we say “monopoly” here), since we can’t live without our iPads. But my husband and I have discovered a whole new way of watching television.

Ta da! Subscription TV!

Sling tv

Maybe a year ago (two, three?), I heard about Netflix. I wanted to watch the series “Orange Is the New Black” since I’d read the book.  It aired only on Netflix. I got online, Netflix at the time was just $10 a month, and I signed up.

Image result for orange is the new black

After a season of female prisoners, I moved on to shows I could watch with my husband: “The Crown,” “Breaking Bad,” “Better Call Saul,” and “Stranger Things.” We’re currently in the middle of “Halt and Catch Fire,” a series about the early crazy days of the personal computer industry (the ’80s). Wow, some great television and NO commercials.

Having an Amazon Prime membership, we learned, qualified us for Prime Video television. We’ve enjoyed “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” and are eager for the next season of this show. And I’ve watched a bunch of Masterpiece Theatre.

Image result for mrs. maisel

The one gap, though, a big one for my husband especially, was sports. That’s where cable had us. Until we heard about Sling TV.

Labor Day weekend found us at the beach desperately attempting to order/subscribe/install Sling TV. We wanted to watch the NC State versus East Carolina football game. We learned not only did we have to sign up for Sling TV, but we also needed the Sports Extra add-on.

Fred and Wilma Flintstone (a.k.a. my husband and I) succeeded with only minutes to spare before the noon kickoff. The game was a bust for us Pirate fans, but hey, we did have a victory in that we’d said adios to the cable company.

At least at the beach. We haven’t yet cut the cord with Suddenlink, our cable company at home. We probably should–we’re finding we watch more stuff on our subscription channels than we do on cable!

Cable versus subscription TV: what are you doing?

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Storm Prep–Sorta

As I write on this late Thursday afternoon, September 5, it’s begun to rain where I live in the coastal plains of eastern North Carolina, but there’s no significant wind yet. We’re not to be fooled, though, according to the weather forecasters who are babbling nonstop on the local channels: Hurricane Dorian is coming.

Sooo, I’ve prepared, sorta. There were a dozen bales of pine straw I felt compelled to spread this morning to cover the bare earth left by a recent building project. My husband thinks this task was unnecessary and jokes that pine needles will be flying into the neighbor’s yard. My theory is the rain will make the pine straw heavy enough that gale force winds–should any arrive–won’t disturb it. Looked nice when I finished, don’t you think (other than the dead grass)?

fresh pine straw

On to more traditional hurricane prep, I took flower pots, chimes, and an orange bird house off my baker’s rack and plant stand on the porch. I gambled on not toting items to the new storage building or the garage but simply set everything on the porch behind the brick.

items on porch

When there’s no wind stirring, it’s hard to imagine wrought iron chairs and a big gas grill becoming projectiles. I decided to leave the outdoor furniture and grill where they were and hope for the best.

chairs on porch

I got a text from my candidate of choice for Rocky Mount City Council, Ward 5, asking that campaign yard signs be put away during the hurricane. I have complied. Don’t judge my messy garage.

Lige sign

And of course, I made a final grocery run. I’d already stocked up on milk and bread, but forgot water. Why do we need water? I really don’t know. Even during the worst of Hurricane Floyd, the taps worked. We had all the drinking water we wanted and just as important, could flush the commode. Still, the hurricane prep experts tell us to stock up on water, so I bought a 24-pack.

final grocery haul

The rain’s picked up some since I started writing, and my cell phone just emitted a shrill tornado warning followed a couple of minutes later by another shrill flash flood warning. This morning, it was hard to believe a hurricane was approaching as I looked out over my peaceful backyard, spying an okra bloom under the crepe myrtle.

blooms

I hope as you read this, my hometown has been spared the brunt of Hurricane Dorian and my half-hearted preparations have proved adequate.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A Kid Goes Fishing

It’s a place called Fishing Creek. The name fits since Grandson Charlie, age eight, loves to throw out a hook there. Recently, he caught a big bass in its rain-muddied waters on a late Sunday afternoon.

Charlie with his bass

Yeah, I know this picture is huge, but so is Charlie’s smile. Just this summer, he’s discovered the joy of fishing. He’s as hooked as this fish. I’m delighted that he’ll pause the Minecraft and Fortnite to go outdoors. For right now, there’s nothing he’d rather do than fish even though he insists on throwing  back everything he catches. Yep, even this bass that his grandma would love to have had for supper.

The above bass is not the first one he snagged at Fishing Creek. A few days earlier, he’d pulled in an equally large one only to have it escape before he could quite land it. To say he was upset would be an understatement. Eight-year-olds don’t always deal well with disappointment.

But Charlie learned a few lessons that day: Wanting something to happen doesn’t mean it will. Even attempting something doesn’t always guarantee success. Oh, and always be prepared.

If he’d had a net that day, the fish could possibly have been hauled in. From now on, when my husband takes him fishing, my dad’s old net (recently repaired by me) will be on hand.

net

Charlie also learned the value of perseverance although I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know the word. He lost a big bass on Wednesday and then caught a big bass at the same spot on Sunday. He had to try again. He had to wait four whole days for the gratification of catching a fish.

Video game gratification comes instantly. I’m glad he’s learning to be patient. And to try again. And to appreciate the great outdoors.

Charlie and his dad get a lot of their fishing equipment at a place called Nash Rod & Reel.

Ray's

Charlie calls it Ray’s, after the name of the owner, Ray Matthews. Inside the shop, there’s a bulletin board where kids can post pictures of themselves with their big catches. It’s been Charlie’s goal in life to have his picture on Ray’s board.

Ray's Board

His granddaddy took his picture, the one I led with today, and I had it printed. I thought he’d want to rush right down to Ray’s and pin it on the board.

Not so fast, Grandma. Seems there’s a picture of a large catfish Charlie caught that’s in contention for a spot on the board. Charlie’s got to mull over which to put up. I had to listen to the merits of each, how hard a catfish is to catch versus a bass, what a catfish looks like versus a bass, etc. etc.

The catfish picture or the bass one? It’s a big decision. Something to think about other than video games.

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments