The forest in the field.

It’s a Big Bad World by The Plain White T’s plays softly on my CD player, I sit here rubbing my sore arms, it’s funny the things you learn living in the country, Like flashing your lights and honking the horn at a moose in the road, is a sure way to get yourself killed. Walking in a field after a deep snow is a bad idea. Start shoveling from the bottom of the driveway to the top, just to name a few. I like to think of myself as an old hat in the tips and tricks of surviving in a small town where -20 and two foot overnight snowfalls are not unheard of. But I must say this last discovery came as quite the surprise. It started four years ago when we moved to our current residence. When we moved in there was a large open field with a few blueberry patches. It was Fall when we found the house and it was Spring by the time we closed and moved in. The lady who lived here before us said there are a lot of fields and trails throughout the property. The following year we found out the field was much more then an open field with a couple of blueberry patches, basically the whole field is covered in berries. We have been enjoying the berry harvest but I did start to notice a few small trees growing in the field, they were so cute like little bonsai trees. As the years went on I noticed more and more trees but it didn’t really matter it was a big field. Plus it was nice picking berries in the shade. The reality of the situation finally hit home when we noticed a lot of the berries were undersized. Come to find out blueberries are under size when they aren’t getting enough sun our field needed to be tended, but was it really that bad? Looking over some old photos I realized that it indeed was that bad. The field was once one large open place, now it is dappled with trees, and wild thorny blackberry vines. It was horrifying. It was then that I realized it never really was an open field, it was truly clear-cut land that was tended and cared for till it became the berry field we learned to love. Now the forest was reclaiming it. But my father, my sister, and I myself have decided that’s not going to happen! So for the last couple days we have been cutting, ripping, and digging our field back inch by inch. It’s exhausting and hard work but you can really see the difference and next year when Fall rolls around we will do it again because this blueberry field is one field the forest won’t take back. Thank you all my loverly readers for taking the time to read my post. Feel free to leave a message in the comment box I promise I read them all, can’t wait to hear from you.



I stare at the blank screen in front of me, Hoodie On by Matt and Kim plays on my CD player. Thinking over my day and what I will blog about, The only word that comes to mind is Limoncello. It started after a long day, work and other errands had us running well into the evening and by evening I mean 6pm, what can I say it’s a small town. Anyway I had made lemon cheesecake earlier today. The only thing that got me through the day was knowing when I get home I had an episode of Project Runway, a huge slice of cheesecake, and a small glass of Limoncello. Trouble is we didn’t have any Limoncello. Now for some odd reason the odds of finding a bottle of Limoncello around here is akin to finding a million dollar bill just laying in the street. Anyway the last time we tried  and failed, the store owner said to try a store, for privacy sake we will just call Mountain. But by then we were too tired to bother, so this time we decide to start there. Walking into Mountain we carefully look up and down the aisle before asking a tired looking attendant if they had any Limoncello? Scratching his head he looks at us a vacant look on his face.

“Uh no we don’t carry that, uh try Rite Aid they should have some.”

So on to Rite Aid, it’s getting pretty dark and Rite Aid isn’t located in the best part of town, and by not the best part of town I mean across from a court-house and prison. Adding to the already tense situation I notice Rite Aid has upped their security as of late I wasn’t sure if that was reassuring, or cause for concern. Either way we were out of the car now so mine as well go inside. Looking through the liquor aisle before again asking the attendant if they carried Limoncello?

“Ah no you should try Will’s.”

Not sure where, or who, Will was we left. Sitting in the car I finally figure it out, “isn’t Will’s the local Hannaford that was recently sold!?” Yes was the unanimous reply, but wasn’t that the first place we checked when we tried last time? With nothing left to lose we drove down to Will’s. Entering the store we cut to the chase and go straight to the attendant. “Do you carry Limoncello here?”

“Um what’s that?” The attendant asked a vacant look spreading across her face. But it didn’t matter for my sister spotted the bright yellow bottle behind the attendant. Thus ending our hunt for Limoncello right where we began it a month ago. As I sip my small glass of Limoncello, I think over the three stores and long liquor aisles we searched and I ask myself was it all worth it?

You bet ya!

Thank you all you loverly readers for taking the time to read my post. Feel free to leave a comment as always I promise I’ll read them all.

A Mainely Autumn.

I sit here thinking of my drive home from work, Still Sane from Lorde plays softly on my CD player. I was thinking of the fact that I have been living in New England for 25 years, and not once has the spectacular showing of Fall foliage disappointed me. This year is no different. You see there is a trick to the color you see in New England, first you need rain and lots of it. Second you need the rain to stop, and the  temperatures to drop below 50 degrees at night. Follow that with days that don’t get warmer then 65 degrees and Bam! You get yourself a New England leaf peeping season that will bring out of towners for miles to see the show. Fall is my favorite time of year, a season packed with excitement through color. As we drove home on the long winding back roads among vivid yellows, sunset oranges and reds so varied in hues some look positively fuchsia in the sunlight, I drink it all in and stare as long as the daylight will allow. Sadly peak rarely lasts over a day or two, so basically I wait 364 days to live and breath in that one day a year. But here in New England where all four seasons play out before us, Trust me that one day is so worth it. Thank you so much all you loverly readers for taking the time to read my post. Feel free to leave a comment, I promise I’ll read them all. I can’t wait to hear from you.

Shortcut to a pitfall.

I sit here staring at my screen absentmindedly flipping my 2 minute hourglass over and over, Float On from Modest Mouse plays on the CD player. Today has been one long lesson in the pitfalls of taking a shortcut. First off I decided to start blogging again but I couldn’t remember my password and I didn’t want to go through all the hoops to retrieve it, so I decided it was easier to start a new blog, aka the shortcut. Trouble is I couldn’t make headway no comments, no followers only empty silence! So I decided to hop the hoops and get back home after about two hours I finally got back in to my old account and it felt oh so good, but I was totally burned out so I took a shortcut and reblogged a few articles from my new blog to tide this one over, just till I had time to write something good, then I deleted the new account. The funny thing is when you delete a blog account it also deletes everything you ever wrote. So I have two blank articles on my site and I have no idea how to remove them. You would think lesson learned, and there you would be wrong. Cause today was just the reckoning for a lifelong pattern of shortcuts. Skipping three hours into the day and we are going to make chocolate cheesecake. Now I had found a great recipe online, did I write it down? Nope, I took a shortcut and bookmarked the site instead. Needless to say a half hour of searching and I still can’t find that recipe. It didn’t bookmark! Oh surely this ends the reckoning now. Well to end something you first have to learn something, did I? Oh course not. Exhausted from my J. Edgar Hoover like hunt for a decent chocolate cheesecake recipe I baked the cheesecake and realized we don’t have any whip cream. I could get it now, but we have a family outing later, I’ll get it after. Aka the shortcut. That’s the funny thing about small towns most shops are closed by 9pm but that’s ok the outing will be done around 8:40pm plenty of time. Lets play that second episode of Amazing Race. Unfortunately this particular store has started their winter hours which means closed by 8pm. I did not know that when I decided to take that shortcut. Flash forward four hours and you find me standing in an empty parking lot, in the pouring rain outside a closed grocery store. Long story short (…..Hmmm, I guess I never learn,) a shortcut is often the fastest way to the longest route. Thank you for taking the time to read my post all you Loverly readers, feel free to leave a comment, I promise I’ll read them all. Can’t wait to hear from you.

Summer plans come, Summer plans go.

I started this summer with grand plans. I was going to have a beautiful garden that was going to be the talk of the town. I was going to groom the trails leading through our woods. You know really Martha Stewart it up, ending it all with a middle of summer blueberry bash. So far I have a weed bed masquerading as our garden. I never got the chance to till it, but I did get a chance to catch a summer cold and my beautiful trails have four massive down trees on them. We have been having buckets of rain here in the north so I have a field of green berries where there should be blue. So far my summer can be summed up with such words as… disaster, fiasco, comedy of errors without the humor, oh and my personal favorite, You might want to get that cough checked out. Despite my epic failures things did start to look up, when I was gifted eight adorable yellow bell tomato plants. I brushed aside that nagging evil voice that said, here at the end of June in a climate where we only get three months of warm weather these plants are worthless and I took the gift. The little note that accompanied the gift said that the junior tomatoes haven’t been hardened off yet. So I carefully checked the weather it was going to be 65 degrees tonight with a 20% chance of rain showers. Perfect weather for hardening off plants. So I plop my Jr tomatoes on the front porch and go to bed. I wake up around 2am to the sound of a massive rain storm I am pretty sure there was hail. This morning my Jr tomatoes were flattened, and with them my dreams of a perfect summer. Thank you all my lovely readers for taking the time to read my post. The comment box is always open I’d love to hear from you too.

My Daddy.

 My dear dad figured out how to save our modem. Not quite sure how, there was a lot of technical words that added up to we now have internet, and I can stop running around town laptop in hand searching for a signal. You would be surprised how many people block their wifi by the way. (Talk about rude.) Either way this post is dedicated to my Daddy, and all the fathers out there that are Super Heroes for their loved ones. Thank you Daddy.

I love my cat…. I think ?

Lately I have been having trouble with my internet connection. I attributed the poor connection with the recent storms we have been having. It seemed a logical conculsion since the weather has knocked out our DVR’s recording ability as well. A few days later we are living in sunshine, the DVR is recording all my shows again and yet still no internet. Finally I find out the ugly truth. One of my furry little cats decided to “Expel matter” onto the motem! I almost called the humane society from where I stood. Problem is I have five cats, so finding out which one did it would require that either J. Edgar Hoover and Sherlock Holms to collaborate in some horrid Disney movie fashion. Or I make one of them talk, I offered a nice juicy fish and full immunity to the first one to roll on the others, four days out and the prize is still unclaimed. So I am stuck borrowing any smart phone I can get my hands on and hunting down wifi hubs like a bloodhound. Thank you all my lovely readers for stopping by, the comment box as always is open, and waiting for you.

Trying for an award.

Shine On Award!

Posted on May 22, 2013 by



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Shine On Award

Thank you, petrel41,  for nominating me Ravenspen for the “Shine on award”! I hope I get this right because this is a beautiful award.


1. Display the award logo on your blog.

2. Link back to the person who nominated you.

3. State 7 things about yourself

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.

5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award requirements.

So here it goes….

(1) I am an avid book reader.

(2) I love dance.

(3) I am a daydreamer.

(4) Blogging scares me a little.

(5) I stink at gardening, but I still try every year to have the perfect garden.

(6) My-My helps me write my blog sometimes.

(7) I also enjoy horse back riding, My horse is named Tru.


For my 15 nominees here we go.

1. johndwm

2. The Sleepcoat League

3. deanjbaker

4. readinpleasure

5. cav12

6. kaligrafinusantaraonline

7. Jess

8. judithhb

9. J. E. Lattimer

10. Sophie33

11. willowdot21

12. VictoriaJoDean

13. heartflow2013

14. transparentguy

15. C Rose


I have been thinking a lot about editing and re-editing, mostly because I am elbow deep in edits for my book, and because recently I had the miss fortune of having one of my articles for the paper re-edited by the editor.

Now I have had word changes done to my column, restructured conclusions or introductions, but this was a complete overhaul, when I asked why? They said they were taking the character in my column in a new direction. The thing is I have always gotten good reviews on the column, so I found it odd that they would change it. 

This thought continued to bug me long after the column was printed. Unable to figure out why they changed my column, I began to think about why I changed some of my own characters in my books. I came up with: not a strong character, too boring, not memorable enough. I even changed a characters name in my book, because no one liked the name I picked for her.

The problem is, there was something people didn’t like about each of the characters I changed. People liked the character in my column. Which begs the question: if it’s not broke, does it still need a tune up?

The answer to that question I do not know. So I continue down this new road for my column, and leave you with this question, whose view of a character is best? the peoples, or the authors. Thank you so much all my lovely readers for stopping by. Remember the comment box is always open, can’t wait to hear from you.

Writing without limits.

So up here in the north we have had a week of rainy days. Call it my Scottish roots but all that rain and fog put me in a creative mood. So what to write? I started this blog a few months back relishing the freedom I now have to write what I please. In hindsight I think I just gave myself enough of the proverbial rope to hang myself. Too much freedom can sometimes be just that, too much!

So what to do when you have too much on the brain, to settle down to write? This is when I like to do Free Writing. I recommend using a typewriter or a computer for free writing. Hand writing works but the rhymic typing puts you in a more relaxing state of mind plus most of us can type without looking, so if you close your eyes when you type reading your work after is more of a treat. 

 So how to do it? Free writing is simple just write whatever comes to mind. There are many ways to do it. When starting it is recommended that you set a timer for five minutes and just type whatever you think, don’t worry about typos just type. Later you can expand your time. Another way to free write is to free write with a theme. I like that method best it helps you focus on one thing for an extended amount of time. I free wrote a scene with one of my characters running for the first time. There are many themes to choose from when free writing such as the weather, hobby’s, your day, and even writing itself, anything you want.

Thank you all my lovely readers for stopping by, the comment box is always open, just waiting to hear from you!