July

The temperatures range between 90 and 100 degrees with heat indices of 114. 

The squash have curled up and died refusing to yield a single blossom or fruit. The pumpkin just laughs at me when I look at it's hundred shriveled blooms. The brown curling remnants of tomato leaves are all that support the green bulbous fruit, and weeds threaten to take over everything.

I am obsessed with pulling the grass from around the raised beds.  My sand walkways are choked, my rows and furrows have disappeared.  I can no longer see the potato vines. 

When I pull weeds and gather vegetables the mosquitoes feed on my arms and legs. The horses worry the 150 gallon water trough and my Great Pyrannes rolls in the dust like a mad giant. Horse flies are pestering everything that moves. I cannot suck the thick air into my lungs. The trees hum with crickets and inch thick green worms are dropping from the trees replete with the leaves they have stripped to the veins.

To say it is a ruin would be untrue. Though I feel tortured and worn thin, I hold out hope for a quenching rain and water by bits the things that have survived. I have just gathered three gallons of green beans, a 14" cucumber, and a fistfull of red and green onions. There are still delicate bunches of new lettuce leaves, crisp thin skinned peppers, and a few reluctantly red tomatoes. The pots of basil are glorious.

I am writing and walking in circles around the room, gulping water, and dragging in the humidity. My hair is growing fatter and dryer with every obligatory dive into the chlorinated pool. The features of my face have lost all distinction turning to an even brown the color of lips and freckles.

Hair, lips, eyebrows, ears, fingers and toes are all the bland color of overexposure to the sun. My clothes are chosen from the worst at the bottom of the pile of torn tank tops and sweat pants with the waist rolled over and the legs cut off.

I'm considering drinking only fruit because chewing seems like too much effort.  The refrigerator is bare except for bags of vegetables that overflow the crisper and shelves.  Farm eggs, green beans, cauliflower and cucumbers are companions to cocktail sauce and salad dressing.  It is too hot to cook, too hot to shop, too hot to eat.

I'm going to lay on the couch for awhile and think about why I hated winter so much.

Fourth of July

Happy Fourth of July!

It's a glorious day here in Missouri and I've really enjoyed a day of learning new things.  I can't say why but I just feel kind of spongy and ready to grow. I was online learning about my blog (that I haven't blogged on very much....I set up three of them so far and I still don't know exactly how they work).

Then, I linked to a blog by Emily Hanlon, http://fictionwritersjourney.blogspot.com/. I listened to her teleclass which turned out to be just a recording of  her talking about POV. It was really great to listen to while I organized my photos and figured out how to download 500 photos off my new Samsung Fascinate (smartphone). I really loved hearing her thoughts on practicing a strict point of view.  "We never want the character to be us....we want to become the character." Then she spoke well about falling in love with your character, moving out of self and into the character, and the character's energy waiting for us, as writers, to come to them.  Well, check it out yourself!

Then, because my mind was firing a mile a minute, I remembered what Kimberly Frost, http://www.frostfiction.com/, said at last month's Writers Retreat Workshop, http://writersretreatworkshop.com/: write down the beginning and the end of your book and the plot points to get started. "....leave the bits in between open for the muse's magic to happen."


I have already written half of my current novel without a ending in sight. Though I've written about one of the closing scenes I had not yet figured out exactly where to take the story. So, I started with my last chapter....called it chapter 36 (this is because I promised my friend, Cecile a.k.a. Tanne, to give her 60 pages a month for six months and we would have a book by Christmas....so chapter 36.) 


Anyone remember the very old saying, "Kawabunga?" I think it was surfer speak for WOW! I was able to plot backwards to chapter 31 and it was sooooooo easy! I love it.  Now, I have my first five chapters at the top of my bulletin board and my last six at the bottom.....just waiting on the Muse to fill in or at least spread a little pixie dust on the chapters I've already written.

The novel in progress, working title, The Ozark Belles' Wicked Feud.

So for all of your grand parties I hope you have a blast. I feel like I had the best Independence day ever. We grilled out hotdogs yesterday because we couldn't wait another day for the yearly trip into nitrate-land.  It was bliss!  Hot dogs with mustard and relish, baked beans, potato chips and iced tea.  Later strawberry ice cream.  Yum, the land of forbidden foods is most seductive in the summer. 

Having satisfied my fetish for pre-formed pig snout, I figured it was time to jump back on the wagon and eat right today. I started cooking around lunch time and made a 100% out of my garden salad (which you will read about in my poem, "Humility Salad," when I get it finished) and it was divine.....divine!!!! Then I made a nice pasta sauce with tons of fresh basil from my three enormous plants, and finally I reworked the potroast leftovers into a beautiful stew that looked way too hearty for July.  My cooking is done for a couple of days.

However,out in the garden, my tomatoes aren't looking very beautiful even though the other veggies are really doing well.  When it rains a lot the tomatoes suffer. I hope they come in anyway.  I should have tomatoes, green beans, and potatoes by my birthday on the 26th when my sister comes to visit.

OK, last thing.  Thank you for writing.  I love your comments and emails. Next time I will tell you about the wierd watermelon salad my sister makes....basil, watermelon, feta, olive oil....very, very different. xxxxoooo and KA_BOOM to you all! Teresa