Guess what? It's fall!
Okay, here at my old Kentucky home, it's still summer. The fans twirl merrily to keep my house cool, I run around in flip-flops and capris and air conditioning flows from every store and restaurant around. Still the calendar says the season has changed, which makes me happy.
As I see it, I'm only a few football games and a hayride away from the Christmas season. Once upon a time, twinkling lights didn't go up until the last of the Thanksgiving turkey was devoured. These days, tiny goblins and princesses trick-or-treat by the light of the neon nativity scene.
I must confess, I have already begun my Christmas shopping. I'm one of those people who see the perfect item for someone I know and snap it up. Giving is much more fun for me than receiving, as long as no one expects their gifts to be perfectly wrapped.
The reason I'm a writer is because I do not have the makings of an artist. My creativity lends itself more to passionate prose than perfectly shaped ribbons. That's why I love those colorful gift boxes. All I have to do is slap a label on and voila! I'm done.
One thing I'm trying to do is give books by people I know to people I know. Call me old-fashioned, but there's nothing I like better on a cool evening that curling up under a fuzzy blanket with a cup of cocoa and a good book. In fact, it's such a wonderful escape that for hours on end, I won't even think about how few shopping days there are to Christmas or ponder why I left the snowmen on the end table ever since last year.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sling me another burger!
I've spent the last two evenings at the local county fair, working alongside my fellow Lions Club members in our hamburger wagon.
The Greenup Lions Club burgers are regionally famous, thick with diced, cooked onions and a quarter-pound burger that brings folks in just to buy one or a dozen. I've eaten them for a long time, but only started working in the wagon once I became a Lion a couple of years ago.
Within the confines of our small workspace, the world shrinks to shouts like "Three up regular and one plain!" and a whole lot of laughing, talking and the occasional friendly argument. Since women are in short supply in the club right now, it's me and the guys, pushing out those burgers as the line grows toward the midway.
I sit at the window, taking orders and handling the money, shouting back to the guys. Some folks just order and go. Others like to talk or give me a hard time. But it's all good. I like being part of the team that makes the hamburger sales a success, and brings in the money to fund our scholarships, eye projects and other good works.
Working in the hamburger wagon reminds me a little of the writing process. Yeah, I'm the only one taking orders and making change, just like I write by myself. But there's a support team behind me, ready to pitch in whenever I need help, to make sure things run smoothly, just like the editorial team at Resplendence Publishing that will make sure my book is the best it can be.
And like those folks who keep coming back for a Lions Club hamburger, I hope my readers will keep coming back for my books with the same enthusiasm for something fun and good.
The Greenup Lions Club burgers are regionally famous, thick with diced, cooked onions and a quarter-pound burger that brings folks in just to buy one or a dozen. I've eaten them for a long time, but only started working in the wagon once I became a Lion a couple of years ago.
Within the confines of our small workspace, the world shrinks to shouts like "Three up regular and one plain!" and a whole lot of laughing, talking and the occasional friendly argument. Since women are in short supply in the club right now, it's me and the guys, pushing out those burgers as the line grows toward the midway.
I sit at the window, taking orders and handling the money, shouting back to the guys. Some folks just order and go. Others like to talk or give me a hard time. But it's all good. I like being part of the team that makes the hamburger sales a success, and brings in the money to fund our scholarships, eye projects and other good works.
Working in the hamburger wagon reminds me a little of the writing process. Yeah, I'm the only one taking orders and making change, just like I write by myself. But there's a support team behind me, ready to pitch in whenever I need help, to make sure things run smoothly, just like the editorial team at Resplendence Publishing that will make sure my book is the best it can be.
And like those folks who keep coming back for a Lions Club hamburger, I hope my readers will keep coming back for my books with the same enthusiasm for something fun and good.
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