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September 25th: How are you this lovely Saturday? The weather here is staying unseasonably warm, with 80s for next week. I won't complain. A nice day planning, some friends coming over, and nice timing since I hit house cleaning mode yesterday. Seems like a once a month thorough thing for me. Good enough, right? There are other things to do, after all.

 

September 24th: Got a little scene for you to read, let me know if you think it sounds official or not. This is from my edit of Journal of an Undead: Climax

 

"You know it." He led her to an interrogation room where a video cam and TV was set up for viewing. "I need to know if this is the man."

Lou watched the video without expression. Jaffe studied her a moment and then played with a cuticle until the video ended. Only about 40 seconds.

"You wore a body cam? I thought only police did that."

"For some reason he only appears to me."

"That was bold of him, a direct confrontation like that. I couldn't hear him clearly, though. Play it again."

Jaffe did, and they watched in silence. "He left. I mean, it was sudden. Did you see that?"

Lou nodded. "I can't see his face very well."

"But it's him, right?"

Lou hesitated. "Yes. It's him."

"And he's after you, for some reason?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why?"

She hesitated. With knees suddenly weak, she sat. "Yes."

He sat with her. "Can you help us trap him?"

Without hesitating. "Yes." But she knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

He led her out. "I'll give you a call."

 

I am really going to town with Arabus, like my life depends on it. I'll have to get more detail for this scene by actually visiting the police station in Sauk City, which I plan to do on Tuesday when I head north.  Maybe I'll try to contact them and see if it's okay if I walk around inside. I did that once before, in Escanaba while writing a movie script. Great fun, and they were so cooperative, I got to see the jail, and sit in on a preliminary hearing. I'm getting one of the short stories I wrote published in an anthology, which I hope will stimulate new interest, it's from Althea's perspective. Sent out the Awakened movie script after new edit to a competition a few days back, and this book is obsessing me, with all the great new things I'm doing in it. I hope. No word back from three agents yet, but am still hoping. Will probably give publisher until the middle of the month and then will query about his interest in "Archaeology of the Dead." It is out to two publishers, but the one had requested the full read after reading two chapters.

 

September 23rd: Survived the tube down the throat with voice intact. He said my throat was even bigger than he expected. Must explain why I was so good at projecting on stage, eh? Althought doesn't explain why my voices gives out after a few minutes. I don't dare do stage work without a microphone anymore. At least we're getting somewhere. I know it's not all in my head now. So that's something.

 

Lots of amazing changes to Climax, making it almost a new book. But even with this double-edit, it will still need another read aloud. But I have great hopes for this project. What really excited me yesterday was pulling together the proposal for "A Cartwright Ride Through Virginia City History." This is really a fun project. I hope agent thinks so, too. Got to find time to work on the Wisconsin copper book - decided the cover will look a LITTLE different - it'll be in green and gold (tee-hee).

 

September 22nd: I really haven't made a mark in Beloit. I try hard, and fail. Try hard and fail. I don't try hard enough? Maybe. I don't listen good? Maybe. I am working at the same place for my third tax season, which maybe isn't a great accomplishment, seeing as how that kind of work is hard and maybe led to my current medical mode. But I did have a victory of sorts last night. I am on a city committee for approving work on historic houses in town - and in a town that boasts the oldest independent college in the state, some area really old and really nice. Anyway, in July they voted down the request for siding on one particular house and I suggested that there be a compromise available, side only part of it, which was considered silly. I voted against the rejection. I didn't attend last month, was in Seattle, but this month I find in the minutes that the same project was being revisited - with exactly the compromise I'd suggested. Also in the minutes it says he was rejected in July 7 - 0 and I said, uh-uh, I want it changed. So he did while reading the project notes. Happy this guy is going to get what he wants and that's to at least side a portion of the house to reduce maintenance. But I'll not re-up on this committee. I'd rather be on one that talks about bike trails and bike safety.

 

Here's more that I found related to the last history lesson, and that is the term variolation is given to the process of rubbing material into a wound on the human. That was used as early as 1000 CE in China. My search for protests led me away from these early discoveries, so that's what got me into medical trouble here. It's a much more complex topic than I have the mind for. As for the idea that Google brings up better links than Bing, this site came up in Google but not Bing, and would have added medical support to the point I initially made about injections: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4151719/

 

As for all the vaccine naysayers today:  Look back at the previous September article here: https://www.cnn.com/2020/09/01/health/eua-coronavirus-vaccine-history/index.html

 

September 21st: Getting closer to knowing what's going on. One surgeon recommends removal of the gall bladder so it sounds like that'll be done, even though my GP said it wasn't needed. But then she never cared to help me with my nausea until after the ER trip, either. Same surgeon will do the endoscopy on Thursday; we'll talk more then, but he had a different interpretation of my ultrasound than GP did. 

 

Update on History Lesson on Vaccination Protests is now ready to view.

 

I'm working on updating my last history lesson (my final) and hopefully will get that up later today but today is a busy one. One link shared by Bill Bright is great because it shows an early religious protest of the vaccination that we are still facing today. My concern about the way I was corrected came as a result of my error - posting on something I thought was fact that indeed was not, and being corrected in public. It was good to be corrected, but hard being corrected in public - like giving a lecture and being taken down right there. No matter how welcome, it still hurts. I feel like now I'll never be able to sell anything historical I write, ever again. Yes, I've been told I'm too sensitive, but as long as I don't overreact and destroy everything I've ever written. I am one who hates making errors in research and prefer to be told about it, than to be shunned forever after. Later, too, I'm going to recreate my historical search via google instead of bing and see if I would have gotten better sources right off.

 

September 20th: Stay tuned. I was told I'm wrong about Washington and smallpox in my history of vaccination protests. I'll be updating that as soon as possible but I doubt I'll be able to do it tomorrow. I know now the danger of researching on the internet, even though i double and triple check the information, and the information others shared never came up. I put these out quickly, mostly for fun. But I do expect them to be accurate. Thus ends my history lessons.

 

Hope your Monday goes well. Big day today, bike ride to check out local futons, would rather order local. Also need a Covid test before my Thurday appointment. Guess I better get that done this morning. Also got today to work on a movie script to submit to competition, so what the heck. It's related to the Journal of an Undead trilogy I'm working so hard on right now. Last night ordered tickets to see Mike & Micky with daughter Carrie in Rosemont, IL, which she says is a neat place to go, near the airport, with casinos. This will be good for her, too since she's a professor of media and fandom. Well, that's a lot of what she teaches anyway. I'm probably missing her official title, her doctorate is philosophy so she's into the modern ways the brain corresponds to the world around us. Anyway, my aunt got me excited to go. I wasn't planning to. But then when she backed out I still planned to go alone. Thing is, they're appearing, this one is actually on my husband's birthday and Carrie called to find out when we were coming and I said I was waiting to hear back from Mar about November 6. So it was all like putting a jigsaw puzzle together, but I got the tickets. I saw three of the Monkees but never Mike. I sure hope they make it. It's quite a brutal schedule for those two guys, not so young anymore, you know. But I've heard rave reviews on them so far. "Here we come ..."

 

September 19th: Yesterday was certainly a once-in-a-while thing. Had tickets for the theatre in Kewaukee. Why would I go to the theater that far away at 7:30? Well, it was a chance to see a play I'd once starred with a guy in the lead I once partnered in a different play with, at a place I'd never been. "On Golden Pond." I'd done the role a bit more like Kathryn Hepburn, while their lead female was more age-appropriate, I think. The actors were wonderful, but the directing left a little something to be desired. It was a bunny, not a doll! Anyway, sitting there watching, remembering a really fun role with a really great guy, Max Frost, I realized something. I don't want to do theater anymore. Even if I could. And that was kind of an alarm thought to overwhelm me at that moment. Usually when I go to the theater I wish it was me up there. But then, I also avoid the theater because actors can be hard to understand, and if it's a whole new play I can get thoroughly lost. This one was well attended, and it was a cute theater but those seats were hard. Must have seen a dozen deer on our way in and out, too. Problem was leaving, our mobile device did not work until we got to Manitowoc, so we had to find our way out by our wits. Fortunately, I did not panic, because that's when mistakes are made. Gonna have to run again on low energy. Kinda getting used to that, though.

 

I got to thinking about why people don't read "From Lincoln to Trump." Is it because you don't want to know where our country screwed up? You're afraid you won't "love" it anymore? It's not hard to love something that's flawed. We do it all the time, when we love each other. But knowing our country makes us better citizens, I think.

 

I missed yesterday! Haven't done that in a while. But was busy getting ready to head north and spend the day with the relatives. My aunt surprised the heck out of me. Wants to go see the Monkees with me! 

 

September 17th: Let Me Take You There: You wonder how the US got so screwed up? Wonder no more. There were three assassinations in the '60s. See what the US was like before that happened, and then afterward in "From Lincoln to Trump: A Political Transformation." You won't just see the GOP here. In this second edition, you'll see election results from all presidential elections starting with Washington, AND when the focus begins on Lincoln, you'll see how the country quickly became more capitalist, and how that's impacted the US ever since. Odd, isn't it, that the only four-term president is considered a socialist? Journey through political time with issues that matter today.

 

September 16th: Facebook has become one enormous greeting card! No more room for debate there, no, they have decided we're not mature enough to handle debate, so now at the slightest hint that one is emerging you are shut down. Am I right? How many of you have been censured due to their "new regulations" we knew nothing about? Last night I scrolled there to find evidence of someone, anyone, who has been allowed to make a controversial statement. And I found NOTHING. Look, I believe many of us were learning the art of the smart debate. I have one friend there who was always challenged in his pro-Biden debates. But now? Only a few days ago he was allowed to use the word "asses" and wasn't censured, but I was when I said "bust his ass." All the responses on that post agree with him, no debate going on as usual. I'm suspecting their "new rules" went into effect in September without any kind of notification. But I see other people using 'ass' and suddenly I can't? Or was I just unlucky, like the other night on a dark deserted road?

 

Today, hopefully 50 pages of Climax will get out to my "hopeful" new agent. I just need another read aloud, and then, I will feel free to take a nice long walk -- to the liquore store.

 

September 15th: Got done eating by 6:30. Still don't know if I'm allowed to drink water before 10:30. I got conflicting info. I called but got no reponse. Be good to get this day of hell over with. AG messed with my stats on this site, so now it's no fun watching to see if anyone's reading this. I'll just have to hope you're out there. I was thinking of doing a FB blog, after gathering some info on who it is they're censuring. One of our local politicians noted she's been censured several times now, a nice lady Democrat. So what's really going on? And another blog on the posts that I want to counter but am now afraid to. As I said, I'd leave Facebook if it weren't for my platform as a writer and all. I have one gal there wanting to know more about my new Bonanza project and I can't tell her. She probably wonders why I'm ignoring her.

 

Still working on two projects for two agents, haven't heard from the third yet. Keeping mood in mind in this edit of Journal of an Undead: Climax. Writing comes easy for some people. For the rest of us, it's edit after edit after edit ...

 

September 14th: Yup, in Facebook prison again. This time for three days. Why? I used the word stupid against a generic group of maternity nurses who quit the job rather than be vaccinated. Why isn't that stupid? They're taking care of babies. And these would be the same kind of people who are prolife. That's stupid in my book. I really don't like their new censuring thing. It's indiscriminant, it seems. I'm going to make a list of posts that I think should have earned censure and report to them. Seriously, I'd get off completely if it weren't for agents and publishers who demand I have social networking. Sigh. What a world, eh?

 

This morning i have a stress test, day 1. Hope I survive! I wonder if all the exercises I do are just not working anymore. I haven't been to the gym in, well, ages, and maybe my body isn't stimulated enough by my old ones anymore. I do have videos but I don't use them enough. Darn writing career anyway! Editing, always editing.

 

September 13th: Yup, let the jokes begin. Don't worry, I'm a man, I can take it. Seriously, I have a feeling this will be one of Aaron Rodgers' longest weeks. He cannot blame the team, not after all the blame calling pre-season. Can he? The Saints looked far more prepared, and I would say the Packers defense stunk up the place, too. But two interceptions? Where was he throwing it? Can't he run anymore? There were three yards for one play he really should have made himself. Instead he just stood there and took it. What was going on yesterday? Well, I live in Wisconsin so I'm sure I'll find out somewhere. But right now it would seem regret on all sides having Aaron back.

 

On the bright side, at least for me anyway, Tara likes Journal of an Undead: Love Stories, and the cover that Adam created for it. She was the last of my conference money, a 10-page critique and she's a Vlad Dracula fan. She wants to see more emphasis on the myth I used to create Arabus, and, of course, more description of Greece overall in 1503, which is hard for me, but not impossible. She also questioned the narrator's voice, but underood the use of it, and made a few suggestions for clarification. I know, too, that I have to be better at mood-setting. Climax is starting well in that respect. As for today? All I've got in my way is a trip to the vet. Hope I can find Keanu when it's time to go.

 

September 12th: Game Day and Aaron's Back! Hmmm, what will happen to the Packers today?

 

To share my perspective on pitching to agents for anyone interested, I have to say I might have scared the first one a little. I was a bit wound up, over-excited, as I tend to get. But on the very big plus side, I also did not wake up wishing the day were over, as I often do when facing something a bit nerve-wracking. I felt ready to embrace the moments. I did my research this time, quite thoroughly, and though I read the Journal pitch to all of them, was ready to offer an alternative. I had been encouraged to get an agent to help with the publisher reading Archaeology of the Dead, and the first agent, I'll call her Hannah, a name I love and must use as a character at some point, agreed to take 10 pages of that novel. With a sly smile I told her she should take the first two chapters to see what the publisher saw and then apologized and said, no that's okay, I'll just send ten. She agreed to take the first two chapters, but added with a sly smile that she could still stop at 10. You know, that might have helped me relax a little. She also said she did like my pitch and wish it was what she could rep. I sent her the two chapters immediately after.

 

The second agent, Vicki, I said I'd try not to be so hyper this time. She wondered if it was my first time but no, though I didn't tell her I expected it to be my last. She heard the pitch as well, but cooled when (or even before) I said one of the trilogy is out of print. She then asked me (the only one) to talk about what I've published in the past. And let me go over the 10 minutes. When I mentioned my Bonanza novels and how I was working on a nonfiction to appeal to that platform, she scooped it right up! Wants a proposal for that nonfiction book after hearing I had 200 pages done. She said her parents were fans and she was named after Victoria Cartwright. She said I can attach one of my other projects too, if I thought it would appeal to her. I did mention I have picture books, so will also attach Jazz at the time, since I have (had) an interested publisher there. I told her it could take me a little while, as I don't have a proposal even planned out yet.

 

Rena was third and as far as I could tell, the first international. I chose her because she noted she was interested in Middle Eastern books. Well, Journal only has a slight Middle Eastern connection, but it does have an international flair. I reworked the Journal pitch to include material that would interest her. She told me she'd recently been to Crete! I'll have to connect with her later on that, but said me too! And I showed her the cover for JULS that I want to use. She agreed an OOP will be hard but will take a look at the first 50 of Climax and told me not to SP JULS until after i hear from her. So! Once I'm done with my read aloud of JULS, will get her the first 50 of Climax ready, based on some suggestions at the conference. And today I have a critique meeting on 10 pages of JULS, too. And I've begun to pull the proposal together on Cartwright Ride Through Virginia City History, too.

 

Overall - well worth the time and money but boy was I tired when it was over. There are two of these online conventions left this year, so I highly recommend you get on one of them. Here's the website to look at: http://www.writingdayworkshops.com/event-locations--dates.html. Remember the one you use is held in that time zone. I would rather do an online workshop that attend one in person, where I never seem to find anyone to be friends with anyway. The savings in money is a lot and you get just as much out of it.

 

September 11th: That was exhausting yesterday! Five intense classes, and a lot of good information about where I'm headed versus where I should be headed. I think I felt like a professional for the first time in my life yesterday, and now I have a better idea of how to pitch Journal of an Undead today. All three pitch sessions are with agents whose main interests aren't in this trilogy, but I'm forging ahead, because, after all, that's what I'm here for. But I can also pitch my picture books AND Archeology of the Dead, since the publisher still has it. And nonfiction. 

 

The other insight I had was to drop the leadership role of the Wisconsin AG group. I realize that I am still trying to run it as I did a group of amateurs. Tired of trying to keep it going to no interest. I will blog on this conference here and send a copy of my notes to John, who was the only one who expressed interest in my Zoom idea.

 

My trip to Douglas County Museum  iscanceled. He could not find what I suspected was there. Darn. But considering all I've got coming up this month, probably a good thing, too.

 

September 10th: Discover your next great read at an EBook Fair! Saving Boone is included. This is my first one and I don't know how they work, but check it out if interested. https://www.ebookfairs.com/Fair/Book?id=E1HCpf_YjEGh92mU26ABZA

 

Today is a series of writing classes to attend. TOMORROW is the big pitch day. Then after that, I'll get a professional review on 10 pages of Journal of an Undead: Love stories. Everything I do in the coming days, as is true in the past week or more, is to promote Journal of an Undead. 

 

I will be saving a document of all the things I learn today and tomorrow and will hope to do a Zoom presentation on it, although these two days will feel so personal to me, especially after finding getting Althea's short story accepted for an anthology. I hope it goes better than the anthology Arabus was in once, horribly edited and promoted, it made me all of $4. At least this time I'm being paid $15 up front. And the story itself could build interest in the trilogy.

 

September 9th: I have no ideas for the next history lesson yet, so it might be a while. Maybe I can blog on something else, like the value of press releases. I've been asked to head the press release sub-group at AG.

 

The dam has broke - oh goodness, I hope it has. It IS an acceptance on my vampire short story, starring Arabus and Althea. I am also happy to report, for real, that Harvard has supplied me with a photo for my next copper resource manual, without charge -- except a free copy of the book! Gosh, does that mean I made it, having Harvard ask for my work?? Heck, I'd give them the whole CAMD if they wanted it. I'm also giving an audition for a paid acting role a third try. I sent two interpretations and asked if they had a third to suggest - and they did! Which means I'm not outright rejected. So Thursday can actually have some good stuff in it after all. 

 

People continue to believe that Sirhan killed Kennedy - but they refuse to recognize the odd last minute route they took Bobby on after his California acceptance through the kitchen that led him right to the killer. Come on, wake up. Read "From Lincoln to Trump." As our world dissolves around us, at least you can come to understand why.

 

September 8th: I felt like a part of something yesterday, outside myself, and yet at the same time, aware of how I appeared to others. One old lady on the Zoom seemed to think we all owed her something, as in finding her an agent, and countered me when I had a different experience from hers, as though only hers was valid. I did not set myself up that night to be respected for what I'd done, but only wanted to share some opportunities and experiences with AG with the group. But I was able to tell everyone how to save the chat box so that we'd all have copies of each other's emails and ideas for sub-groups. It appears I'm going to be leading one!

 

But earlier I attended the session about attending a zoom writers conference, and was reassured that reading my pitch to an agent was perfectly fine. Whew! I was so worried about that. Now I just have to make sure the initial pitch is no more than 3 minutes, and then be ready for questions. I was one of the few asking questions during the session. Brian knows who I am now! And that edit of Climax that I got into one page for their "writers got talent" I learned is going to be read aloud to agents, who will raise a hand if they would stop reading before the page is done. I wish I had known that before I submitted, I focused on giving the best part at the end. Sigh.

 

Yes, History Lesson #13 is now blogged (You might want to wear your mask while reading ...) on the History of Vaccination Protests.

 

September 7th: Just learned last night that I did indeed sign up for THREE agency pitches at the conference that's starting on Friday! Oh I'm gonna need the Tums! Lucky for me I have four projects to pitch, but I'll be focusing on Journal of an Undead. Submitted a page of Climax to their 'writers have talent' competition and boy that was fun, editing the first scene so that it could fit completely in one page, with a really cool introduction to Arabus! 

 

 

It's ambition that keeps me going through the pain. I can't give ambition to my husband. I feel sorry for him but there's nothing I can do.

 

September 6th: I have to reach out. If I want friends, I have to be friends. That didn't work when I reached out to Debbie. I guess she wants to be in charge, so now, I'm letting her. She's kicked me in the teeth a few times, sad to say. It's been a lifetime friendship, but more out of habit than need, perhaps. We are too very different people.

 

I thought about my writing, too, this morning. Again I am embarking on a difficult nonfiction book's first draft, and with the insecurity that no one will want it. Why can't I write something people want? I suspect either because those books are already written, or I'm not qualified to do anything more than this. No, my master's in history really isn't worth much, except that I learned the truth is more important than being liked. And now I'll be self-publishing my Pensaukee book too, which I hope will someday stand as a lesson about human impact on the environment. It's so funny to hear people say, after a second major hurricane nearly wipes everything out, that they have no plans to move away. How much do you have to lose to realize that some places are just too risky? It's hard to feel sorry for them, hard to feel sorry for unvaccinated sick in hospitals, hard to feel sorry for people losing loved ones because of stubbornness. I do feel sorry for the west, and the fires, because it's my understanding that people start them deliberately. 

 

September 5th: Saw something interesting at Classic Cinema yesterday. A sign that said if you leave within 30 minutes after the film starts, you can get a full refund. I've never seen that before. They did have quite a few people there yesterday, which filled me with hope the cinema will survive. We saw FREE GUY, which is delightful, and though may seem too young for us oldsters, I felt very hip watching it. Of course, Ryan Reynolds is a fun actor to watch. The plot was good conquering bad and there's never anything wrong with that. And it made me think of my youngest son, who once thought he'd go to Vancouver and learn to write video games. Here we have an AI coming to life inside a game.

 

I have to share this new review on Felling of the Sons - it's hilarious!  "I read Bonanza fanfiction for one thing - to enjoy a story about the Cartwrights. Unfortunately, this author seems to have overlooked that Bonanza is meant to be about them. I found this dull, overlong, and very little to do with the show other than the setting and the characters' names. There are many excellent fanfictions stories online for free that leave this one in the dust. I can't recommend and won't be wasting good money on buying any other of this writer's 'Bonanza' stories." It's obviously written by a jealous fanfic writer. Felling is completely Cartwrights - after Adam is shot in the back the other three set out to find who did it. And completely authentic as to the characters. This person has shown who they are with this comment, and I wish some who loved the book would go and counter them. I cannot. They also don't have to 'waste' money on more of my stories - Cartwright Saga is free right here, and I have put up other free stories as well. I suspect this person didn't even buy this book but just wanted to slam it. Actually it sounds more like some reviews I've read for Mystic Fire, but not for Felling. It feels like someone told her what to say, but she forgot which book to say it on.

 

September 4th:  So there are two ways to do this aging thing. One, with continued ambition and movement. The other, with resignation and inability to pursue new things or lack of desire to keep moving. My husband and I represent opposite ends of this spectrum. I do TOO much and have to learn to de-stress. I don't know if my ailments are caused by stress but have now opted for an afternoon of de-stressers and more light meals throughout the day. My husband continues his completely unambitious belief that the normal things he does around the house are enough and rewards himself, as he's done all his life, to TV activity from 3 p.m. on. Imagine our household! One with too little activity, the other, too much. While I'm managing to find some help for these ailments, where I'll come out on the other end is anyone's guess right now, he's doing a drug infusion for a "rare genetic disorder" that has done nothing to help him. I keep him moving by telling him that when he can no longer mow the lawn, we will have to sell the house. He loves it here. He knows I don't. And I have tried everything to fit in. I'd love to direct a play but haven't even been in one yet, though I've been cast twice. (Yeah, do the math, not good. Beloit is the first place I've ever failed out of a play.) I've tried a number of different volunteering activites. All failures. Well, I am used to being in charge. I was asked to come back to the tax offfice for a third season, but that could be only because it's easier than breaking in someone new. (And I am .. or was ... good.) So yeah, I'd love to move back to Madison. I'd love to get a used car. I have put that as my next goal to get me through another tax season. It's not an easy job!

 

September 3rd: Good bike ride yesterday. I took my time, walked a bit, looked at used cars (have my eye on a Nissan but won't buy until they pay me, which I'm told will happen whether the commercial runs or not. I don't like "or not.")

 

Watched Daydream Believers on Amazon last night! Wow I did not even know there was such a biopic movie about the Monkees. The four actors were really good, convincing in their antics. The movie was less about being historically correct as it was about showing four strangers becoming performers together. They showed Mike's unhappiness about not playing their own instruments, and not one Mike song. They featured a song I'd never heard the Monkees sing, and I pretty much know all of them. My nickname in 8th grade and beyond was Micky, after all. 

 

September 2nd: Found out my Bio page was blank. Don't know how that happened. Updated it with info from my Media Press Kit, which I also had to update! Win win! Couldn't sleep last night, thinking about the first medical procedure recommended for me yesterday. Trying to figure out where to bike to today. Maybe the library. Do I need a research book? Making good progress on the Virginia City/Bonanza book. But I don't think my library will have anything for that. 

 

September 1st: Ahhh, weather's already cooling. Ain't it nice? I don't mind winter so much, now that I don't do a lot of driving to work. I am pitching True West Magazine on a LBH article I put together late last night. Read it again this morning and it's near perfect. So says I. Got a couple of copper museums to check out this week, both pretty local to me now but I'm shocked I never saw them before. 

August 31st: Seems giving my niece Livvy a copy of my Michigan copper book brought me some luck. She's an archaeology student in AZ and I am hoping to get her interested in this metal industry, as a way to maybe hand off my enormous data to someone somewhere along the line. Doesn't hurt knowing someone in arch training to accomplish that! But whatever happens, Livvy, you brought me some luck! Sadly, a number of returns on CWBP and I'll never know why, I guess, unless someone wants to tell me. Yes, it's a different way to read history, but, in my book, a better way. One criticism I've had is that I've taken a straight line through the country's history without branching off. Not entirely correct, but hey, a book can only do so much. Finally broke down and signed up to receive Casting Network role opportunities. I cleared it with my agent and told them they'll get 10% of any money I make that way. They thought that idea was silly until I told them the logic. What if they then can't send me a role because I'm off working elsewhere?

 

August 30th: A different way to write a short story. Got inspired last night with a beginning based on real life, work up this morning with the ending, and am starting to fill in the middle as I have it. It's about the courage a woman needs to visit the past in order to start over.

 

August 29th: Okay, I'll admit it. I'm too old for this shit. I was part of a film crew yesterday for a short film competition and on one of the hottest days of the month, filmed outside. Not only that but we were due to start at 9 a.m., while it was still cool, and didn't start until after 11 a.m. They ran out of plastic water bottles (to my chagrin) but I didn't run out because I brought my own. Lunch was not provided so I had to take medication with two granola bars and an apple I brought. Becuase the day devolved into four directors going off script, I decided the producer could finish my role of marking film takes and left.

 

August 27th: Getting the house ready for company from Phoenix. Also have the first of many tests today, this one was supposed to have been done in June. Stupid me, smart me. We'll find out. Decided that IF I take the job at the tax office again (when the first two years with pandemic were SO hard) then all the money will go into my savings for a GOOD used car. I think that incentive will help me get through another tough year, after which I began to have all these medical issues which could end up being just one thing: anxiety.

 

August 26th: So yesterday FINALLY I ordered a published copy of "Saving Boone." I was so disappointed, though, that Western Writers of America wouldn't accept it as a new publication. They consider it a second edition, which it isn't because it has a new ISBN and everything.

 

August 25th: Now reduced to $11.99! People need to read "From Lincoln to Trump," and aren't. It's such a vital piece of work because it follows how the Republican Party changed - but didn't change - since the time of Lincoln. You will see how a businessman (non-political) like Trump could have been elected to the highest position in our country, and the dangers he posed because of an unwillingness to think before he spoke, often having to back-track when his advisors told him to, or say he was just kidding when it was offensive. But you'll also see a not always so good comparison to Democrats, too. Yesterday was a good day, though I discovered, watching "Old" at the cinema, that I was wearing two different shoes. Yeah, it's begun officially - old age! And during Old (well, that same morning). I live an ironic life. 

 

August 24th: I once offered my copper database to anyone who was willing to pay enough for it. The price? Not as important as the person. They need to demonstrate the same amount of sensitivity and care toward these pre-contact artifacts that have been entrusted to me by the various museums around the country.

 

August 22nd: Started work on If It Rains in Paris. Planning an overhaul to make it more emotive and dramatic - as well as fun. Revolving around secrets a family member keeps that gets exposed on this trip where they are alone and vulnerable. Carrie will get to edit it when I'm done and with her going back to school I fear we'll miss our 9/21 deadline, but there will always be another.

 

August 21st: Went to Glenview yesterday to shop with my daughter, and it was a good time finding great clearance wear for the fall, at places like Nordstrom, Bloomingdales and Nordstrom, all in the same walking area. Made the mistake of eating Mexican, though we did have Margaritas, which helped, because I'm not supposed to eat cheese, even though it's so good. I really just wanted a salad. Shopping in Glenview is highly recommended!

 

August 20th: I saved a sparrow yesterday! Me! I have a scene like that in Saving Boone but didn't end quite the same. Little thing was in the highest window, just under the cat tower. Keanu ran up there but didn't make a move to catch it. Just sat and watched it. I had to get a ladder, paint ladder, and stand on the paint stand part to reach it. Had gloves on, but afraid I was going to hurt it. Several tries, it got away, then gotcha! Oh, did I hurt your wing? Climbed back down holding tight, got to the patio door. It gave only one squeak when I nabbed it. Then tried to put it in a tree because Joe said its tail feathers were wrecked. But off it flew! 

 

I was in the "between" mood yesterday. I didn't want to stay in Seattle, but I didn't want to come back to Beloit (I hesitate calling it home). I was like that at 18 when my family moved to Phoenix the first time. I didn't want to go and then I didn't want to leave. Sigh. Pattern of my life, I guess.

 

Otherwise yesterday was just ... settling in. Bad customer service with both I-Pass, Chicago's Toll device, and Post office. But got bills paid. Took walks. Cats were a little afraid on the walk because it sounded like someone had a racetrack nearby, really odd. And I hate when cars sit parked on the side of the road with lights on. One street they do this a lot.

 

August 19th: What a thing to come home to. As we drove into our neighborhood we saw Nubi on a street where he doesn't usually go, told him to go home, and he didn't. I went out walking to find him and Keanu and couldn't. Nearing midnight, I sat in my porch swing and I think he noticed the movement even if he didn't realize the porch light was on. Finally. One cat back. But then he proceeded to rub and knead me (with claws) the rest of the night. Argh! Now the difficult task of unpacking, cleaning and going to the post office, paying bills, you know, fun post-vacation stuff. I think hubby is mowing the lawn. I'd love to say it's good to be home, but, you know, it really isn't.

 

Happiest is knowing I could keep up with the granddaughters, well, pretty well, anyway. Rosie was amazed that I would trampoline with her. Once was enough. And I lasted the full hour in the salt water pool, but then something at lunch made me too ill for supper. Darn it!  Ben felt that way, too, so we figured it was the hummus.

 

August 17th: All over but the crying! Got in another nice walk today, very appreciated. More monopology with the girls and a laugh riot at night, and we leave early am tomorrow. As with any end of vacation, you look forward to getting back to routine, right? Right? Ha. I could live here forever, as long as I had my cats, of course. 

 

August 16th: Late today! Still today here, anyway. I was the last one up and late to breakfast. Yesterday was a lovely hangout with Adam, including farmer's market and a picnic lunch, and this fantastic - actually two walks. One I'd call blackberry because they were ripened all along the road, and the other mountain because for a time we walked nearly straight uphill. Gorgeous hike. To Ben's last night and today swimming and games with the girls. I did freak them out a little last night by trampolining with them. But today we taught Rosie (6) monopoly and boy, can that little girl make money! Also got a concert today by both but the sad part was that lunch gave me and Ben a touch of - well, we couldn't eat the rest of the day. Hoping for a good last day, anyway. Maybe I'll wait until late again since I already blue this and I'm hoping to dash down and eat breakfast -- Ben's making pancakes and I want to help with dishes! They have the best dishwasher - it has three levels!

 

August 15th: Smokiness in the Seattle area, causing some discomfort but nothing terrible. I could have some allergies here, too, so I'm going to try a Claritan. Lovely day yesterday on Whitbe Island, took the ferry there and went through Deception Pass on the way back but a bummer that the parking lot there was closed so we didn't stop. Bad wine tasting but good pie, according to the guys. But Malavika's Sangria more than made up for the wine anyway. Let me know if you want her recipe, I'm going to try it. Fort Casey is fascinating, and because they had a wheelchair for Joe he was able to enjoy a lot more than he would have otherwise. Today he'll use his walker again because we're going to a farmer's market. This was our third night at Adam's - time to head to Ben's. Nice to have both sons living so close together. Some sweet sweet photos of the girls, I wish I could share one or two.

 

August 14th: Wow! How much I love those little girls! We started out with an "icecreaker," a series of questions, and the first was if they knew what an icebreaker was, and Eleanor got it, but then I asked why it was called that. Oh, and we laughed at the questions, and the answers, especially when I told Rosie she shouldn't jump on girls with glasses and she drew a picture of a girl wearing glasses, so fast I didn't know she was doing it, piled pillows together and put the photo on top and jumped on it. Ohmygod. That was so funny. They loved the adaptable ping-pong set for the dining table, and when Amanda said take it outside, I said but it's hot out. So we got to do it in the house that day anyway. Oh, Eleanor loved that. And then card games and by suppertime I was collapsing. But always so good to see my sons together - they were/are my own version of the Smothers Brothers.

 

August 13th: Man I forgot how I hate sitting on planes! Painful. But we're here, and by the time we were headed to his house I needed food so instead of Arby's we went to a grocery store and I found these neat little roast beef sliders. What a nice house they have! I would love to tell you more, like how they have massive pine trees in their yard, and how Seattle isn't being hit too bad with smoke. But honestly, right now I'm happy to be surviving.

 

August 12th: And then yesterday afternoon hit! Whew! I got so scared, I thought I was having a heart attack. ER ran some tests and they want me to get checked for my thyroid and my ovaries, but my heart is fine. Still, recovery is hard - lost four pounds! But we're getting extra help to get to Seattle, so hopefully all will go well from there. I might and might not update here. I will if I can. Adam's gonna get us a rapid pass test when we get there. Yes, we are here at Chicago O'Hare and I found chicken noodle soup, that tasted pretty good. We had Carrie drive us so that we wouldn't have to park and try to figure out how to get anywhere. Saves us dough when we leave, too! I bought the Boing so I can keep an eye on my emails, still hoping for that contract!

 

August 11th: Yesterday was exhausting but yes, we finally got the COVID test requested of us. We were going to QT but I forgot that I have to have the mail held. Drats. So that will be done this afternoon. Of course we can hardly QT on the plane, but at least we aren't bringing it with us. One thing I would like is for all my kids to learn to trust me. I agree I am a bit overloaded with a disabled husband and this trip will be far from easy. But we went all through 2020 without getting COVID, and now we're fully vaccinated. But anyway, our granddaughters aren't, and though they might have good genes, I worry about them. 

  

The AG group is falling apart and I'm sure it's my fault. Well, it was an effort I wanted long before the pandemic hit and you might say I lost the desire long before the opportunity finally arrived. But here I am. I am planning to zoom on the online conference I'm attending, which is NOT a Writers Digest conference but run by their former editor, who I met once to absolutely no benefit. But like I told him I needed one last push, and am using it for Journal of an Undead.

 

August 10th: Yes, an AG writers meeting is as hard as I figured it might be. We're all at various levels of our career, rather than just all starting out and looking for help. We Do all want critiques on our material but all have a hard time accepting it. Yes, even me. But I understood the need to write a one page synopsis, and simplify the very complex plot, so that's what I'm trying now. I'm honestly happy with the changes I've been able to make based on comments, but less happy with the discussions around the table in general. I'm treated as though I've only been writing for a year, not 30 years or more.

 

August 8th: Bike ride was nice yesterday but it felt like it took me all day to recover. At least I don't hurt this morning. Back to my old self that way! Today is writers group meeting. We picked up a new member who can't make it this month, and lost one. but at least there's a core four for tonight. One of the topics is really heavy. It'll be interesting to see how that goes.

 

August 5th: Working on the Virginia City book and the opening chapter of Journal of an Undead: Love Stories, using intense Ottoman research and new material from Tibetan Book of the Dead, but that's for a later chapter. Might want as much of this done by the September conference as possible.

 

August 1st: I feel rejuvenated, somewhat. It was definitely a trip I needed, even if hubby could have done without. On Saturday we stopped at Copper Falls State Park. i bought a sticker at Madeline Island's state park and felt so happy they gave me a tool to remove the old one that I had to put it to another use. Asked the ranger there, once he saw we had a pass, if they had a visitor's center, said I was looking for copper artifacts. He said they had float copper. After he tried to inform me about copper, I told him about the CAMD and then he gets this "oh," look and proceeds to tell me that the missing copper must have gone somewhere. Oh geez. It's a nice park but the walks to several falls there were too long for Joe. They had a working water fountain, which is rare. Worth your stop if in that area. One museum closed, another had no copper. Home without further incident, where the cats were pleased to see us.

ABOUT


Monette Bebow-Reinhard spent years, while raising children, satisfying her artistic bent by acting, directing and writing plays. She wrote her first movie script in 1975 but author William Peter Blatty said it was already a movie. In 1993 she gained access to the world of Bonanza through contact with its producer/creator, David Dortort. After three years, during which she promoted a script she wrote, she met with him in LA and convinced him she could write Bonanza material. After the Calder contract ended, she became the authorized Bonanza writer with two novels published, now in 2nd and 3rd editions. She continues to write movie scripts and has won several minor awards. Her first Bonanza novel, Felling of the Sons, won two awards; a first and a second place. She earned a master's in history in 2006 and Dortort felt her vision of the Civil War, and of Lincoln, was the same as his. She picked up a co-author for Dancing with Cannibals, an African historical in 1906, using his research and vision to help him make it a controversial and exciting adventure. Between 2016 and 2017 three novels got contracts but all are no longer available, due to her disappointment in these two publishers. She has done a lot of film acting in recent years, is agented, and filmed a local commercial that aired, even in prime time, in 2020. 

Bebow-Reinhard’s most recent publication is Michigan: A Copper Artifact Resource Manual; This would be appropriate for anyone who enjoys reading about the ancient past and their first metal technology, with lots of fun insights from professonals and a few theories of my own. 

 

BOOKS:

 

FROM LINCOLN TO TRUMP: A Political Transformation, 2nd edition: Added features include a look at ALL presidential elections, and finishing Trump's presidency with much of his own words. You'll see more dedication to issues of economics, the Supreme Court, and women's rights, along with some cleaner text and less of my intrusive thoughts.


CIVIL WAR & BLOODY PEACE: FOLLOWING ORDERS, 2nd edition – a soldier's orders that are followed between 1862 and 1884 show relevance to today's world. Divisiveness today is easier to understand, and maybe even to deal with when we see the similarities related to race and equal rights. How did we get this way?


NOVELS:
FELLING OF THE SONS – In 1860 Nevada, after the Paiute War, a father fights a nemesis out to destroy all he loves. His dilemma, when all three of his sons are in danger in different directions, which one does he rescue first?


MYSTIC FIRE – The Civil War in the East reaches Nevada when runaway slaves are sent to find a Cartwright to help stop Lincoln and end up tearing the family apart.


DANCING WITH CANNIBALS – Are cannibals monsters or real people? You might be surprised. Follow the adventures of two colonists to the Belgian Congo in 1906 and discover the reason some cultures eat human flesh, and how they struggled in this historical fiction to keep their world from being decimated.

MOVIE PITCHES


GRAVEYARD: A dead woman chases her identical twin to a new town in a comedic attempt to claim her husband and her children, getting them mixed up in some afterlife hi-jinx. 


THE BIGHORN DECEIT: An infantry soldier in 1876 feels torn between duty and what's right. A FINALIST IN THE 2020 CREATIVE WORLDS AWARD COMPETITION.


AWAKENED: In 1503 Greece a cowardly soldier loses control of his demons after enacting vengeance for his undeath.


THE MEXICAN WALL AFFAIR: A Mexican woman gets rescued beyond expectation when she calls to her gods for help. ENTERED INTO CINEQUEST 2021.


DEAD MAN'S PASS: A cattle drive turns deadly when the drovers are forced to take on an obsessed drifter.

 

IF IT RAINS IN PARIS: Secrets tear apart a mother, daughter and granddaughter while on vacation together far from home.

 

STAGE PLAYS:

 

DEADLINE: Envisioned as the afterlife of assassinated people, and a play that the characters can be cast as any age and any sex.

 

SAGA OF THE BUTCHER BROTHERS: Fun in a saloon when one of three "brothers" turnsout to be a sister.