Wednesday, November 3, 2021

A Thanksgiving Tradition ~ Julie Lence

 

Courtesy of Time Out

The holiday season is fast approaching, and with Thanksgiving one of my favorite holiday’s to celebrate, I’m stepping out the Cowboy Kisses realm of ‘all things western’ to talk about one of my favorite traditions—The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. My mother was born in Germany. When she was seven, she came to the United States with her parents. Jackson Heights, Queens in New York City became home until she and my father married. Mom moved upstate and as my brothers and sister and me came along, visiting her family in the city was a treat, and something we did about 4 times a year. At least one of those occasion was New Year’s Eve to  celebrate Christmas, and some years we visited to celebrate Thanksgiving. Of those occasions, I can remember going to the parade twice.

Mom and Dad would bundle us in warm clothes (it’s hard to remember a winter back then without frigid cold and piles of snow) and we’d head into Manhattan for the parade. I can’t tell you for certain where along the parade route we sat, but I can say the route was at least 10 people deep, with adults letting the children sit on the curbs. We shivered, we fussed and whined, and through it all, we had fun. The clowns would talk with us, we heard marching bands play and sometimes one or more of the celebrities would sing at our exact spot. And, of course, we couldn’t wait to get back on the subway (always a thrill to ride) and return to the warmth of Grandma’s house and dinner. (One thing I remember was my Dad’s mother in upstate telling me she saw a girl on tv with the same color coat as me, hinting it was me she saw. But I know now Grandma was doing what all Grandma’s do—making her granddaughter feel special!)  

Rowland Hussey Macy
Find A Grave

Debuting in 1924 as The Macy’s Christmas Parade, the parade ties with America’s Thanksgiving Parade in Detroit as the 2nd oldest parade in the U.S.  Philadelphia’s Thanksgiving Parade is the oldest.  Born August 1822 on Nantucket Island, MA, Rowland Hussey Macy is the founder of Macy’s Department Store. At 15 years of age, he left home to sail the Atlantic, returned 4 years later and met with no success on owning and operating 2 stores. He also had little success working for his brother-in-law and left the east coast for California’s gold rush. California proved a bust and he returned to Massachusetts and opened a dry goods store in Havervill with his brother, but left there to open his own store in a low-rent area of New York City. By clearly marking prices on items for sale and advertising those prices in newspapers, he finally met with success. Employing the 1st in-store Santa Claus, Macy played a major role in creating Christmas in America for both retail and religion. He was also the first businessman to promote a saleswoman to store manager, making Margaret Getchell the 1st woman to hold an executive position with a major American retail company. He is also responsible for the red star in the Macy’s logo, an idea he got from the red star tattoo on his arm from when he sailed the Atlantic. Macy passed away in 1877, with 11 connected buildings on 13th and 14th Streets in Manhattan, NY.    

Courtesy of Vintage News Daily

In the early 1900’s, the closest thing New York City had for a Thanksgiving Day parade was (which some said was annoying) the tradition of children painting their faces and wearing tattered clothes and going door-to-door asking for pennies, apples and candy. With Philadelphia’s Gimbel Brothers Department store hosting the 1st Thanksgiving Parade in 1920, and Detroit’s JL Hudson Department Store chiming in to host their own parade in 1924, Macy’s jumped into action with their Thanksgiving parade the same year as Detroit. On a sunny November 27th morning, at the intersection of 145th Street and Convent Avenue, a police escort led the start of the parade, which overlapped with church services but ended in plenty of time for parade watchers to attend the Syracuse/Columbia Universities football game at the Polo Grounds. The route was 6 miles, from Harlem to Herald Square, and boasted Mother Goose floats such as The Old Woman Who lived in the Shoe, Little Miss Muffet, and Little Red Riding Hood. Macy employees wore cowboy, clown and knight costumes, and bears, elephants, monkeys and donkeys from the Central Park Zoo appeared in the parade. 

Courtesy of Vintage News Daily

Rounding out the parade was Santa Claus sitting on top of a mountain of ice in his sleigh pulled by reindeer. The official end time in Herald’s Square was noon, with thousands of people cheering on the arrival of Santa, who climbed a ladder and sat on a gold throne on the marquee above the store’s 34th Street entrance. The parade was a huge success with those in attendance that Macy Department Store announced the next day they would host another parade the following year.

Felix the Cat
courtesy of The Hatching Cat

The roars of the animals from the zoo weren’t well received, (nor did the animals care to be in the parade) and Macy’s quickly did away with them, adding helium filled balloon characters to replace them. Felix the Cat was the first to awe the crowds, and many followed, such as Snoopy and SpongeBob Square Pants. Marching bands and singing celebrities were added, as well as musical numbers from Broadway shows. The length of the parade route increased and the Rockettes were invited to dazzle young and old with their famous legs. Today, all the above and more wow in Herald Square, Santa Claus continuing to arrive at noon and officially mark the start of the holiday/Christmas season, all thanks to Rowland H. Macy for not giving up on his dream of owning a successful store.       

Courtesy of Going Places, Near & Far

      

  

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund



In 2012, my husband and I were sitting in the airport in Las Vegas waiting for our flight home. We'd been in town for National Finals Rodeo. As we sat there, observing a sea of cowboy hats coming and going from others also in town for the event, the idea for a new book hit me. 

What if there was an executive-type woman who met a rodeo cowboy at the airport? 

By the time we landed at home, I had an outline for the story and couldn't wait to start writing it. 


As I was researching details for  The Christmas Cowboy (the first book in the Rodeo Romance series), I needed to know how much medical care an injured cowboy would receive at a rodeo versus going to the hospital. In the story, the hero is a saddle bronc rider named Tate who sustains a serious injury at a rodeo.

In an attempt to get my facts straight for the story, I reached out to the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®.

Through mobile medical centers, they provide care at more than 125 PRCA rodeos annually. Their responses to my questions were extremely helpful and that was when I first learned about the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. 


The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period. The JCCF steps in and steps up, offering support to injured cowboys until they can get back on their feet and back to competing. The JCCF also dedicate one hundred percent of all contributions received for disbursement to eligible applicants without any administrative fees being subtracted. When you donate $1, that whole dollar goes directly into the fund.

Founded in 1990 by the Justin Boot Company in partnership with the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association and the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) and the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association (WPRA) the fund was granted 501-C3 status as a non-profit charity organization in 1991. To date, the JCCF has awarded nearly $8 million in need-based financial assistance to almost 1,100 injured rodeo athletes and their families. Among those who serve on the board are recording artist Charlie Daniels, Professional Baseball Hall of Famer Nolan Ryan, and former Dallas Cowboy star Walt Garrison.

I was so impressed with the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®, I wanted to do a little something in return to express my gratitude. So, I launched a campaign to donate a portion of my book sales to the JCCF during the month of December.

In 2015, I added the month of November to my promotion, including two months to raise funds for JCCF. Then I moved up the donation period to begin October 1. 

My eighth Read a Book, Help A Cowboy campaign is in full swing and run through Christmas Eve. 
Through my campaign, I strive to raise funds and awareness for the JCCF. During the campaign period, I donate ten percent of the net proceeds for ALL my book sales to the JCCF. Book sales include digital books, paperback and hardback books, audio books, and even Kindle Unlimited pages read! 

If you enjoy rodeos and the cowboys who make them possible (or reading about them in books), I hope you’ll consider supporting the JCCF. It’s a great organization that really does make a difference when these cowboys are injured and one thing that's particularly wonderful about them is that every penny donated goes into the fund, not toward administrative expenses.


To help kick things off, I have the first three books in my Rodeo Romance series available in a boxed set, and for a limited time, the set is on sale for just 99 cents! 


Or read the newly released Remembering Christmas, book 9 in the series!

Thank you for your help in supporting the JCCF! You can read more about the campaign here on my website: https://shannahatfield.com/give-back/








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Monday, November 1, 2021

The Songbird is on Pre-Order

By Kristy McCaffrey

I'm so excited to announce a new story in the Wings of the West series. I wrote this novella for the fans, who have shown so much love for the series over the years. If you’ve ever wondered what life was like for Matt and Molly after THE WREN, then you won’t want to miss this fun read. (Although they do appear in the short story ECHO OF THE PLAINS, which takes place after THE SONGBIRD.)

This novella serves two purposes – a reunion with fave characters from the series, as well as acting as a bridge to the next set of Wings novels, which will star the daughters of Matt and Molly, and Logan and Claire (from THE DOVE). Keep reading to learn the name of the next novel!

The release date for THE SONGBIRD is December 28, 2021, which also happens to be my 30th wedding anniversary.


Here’s the official book blurb:

Join characters from the Wings of the West series in this novella set fifteen years after THE WREN.

A fair in Denton, Texas, draws folks from far and wide, and Matt and Molly Ryan have come to close a horse deal while also enjoying a bit of rest and relaxation. It’s a family affair with Matt’s brother, Logan, and his wife, Claire, joining them, as well as Nathan and Emma Blackmore, and Cale and Tess Walker.

Meet the daughters of the second generation—Katie and Josie Ryan, belonging to Matt and Molly; and Anna, Sarah, and Sophie Ryan, Logan and Claire’s girls. Ranging in age from eleven to fourteen, they attempt to help a boy falsely accused of theft, but in doing so they uncover a deeper secret. And the connection may lead back to Molly’s time with the Kwahadi Comanche when she was a child.

Look for each of the girls to be featured in a future novel. 

You can pre-order your copy now!! (Google Play is coming and the story will also be available in print.)

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Songbird-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/

Amazon DE (English Edition): https://www.amazon.de/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-songbird-kristy-mccaffrey/1140384968?ean=2940160964133

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-songbird/id1591143473

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-songbird-5


Add it to your Goodreads shelf and be notified on release day.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59420468-the-songbird

The Wings of the West Series Reading Order
Book One: The Wren
Book Two: The Dove
Book Three: The Sparrow
Book Four: The Blackbird
Book Five: The Bluebird
Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)
Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)
Book Eight: The Starling (Coming Soon)

The cover reveal for THE STARLING will be in December for my newsletter subscribers. Sign up here if you haven't already. I'd love to see you there!



An excerpt from THE SONGBIRD

The look on Cale’s face told Matt there was more news.

“Do I have to drag it out of you?”

A smile came and went on Cale’s face. “I fear you’re gonna hate this rumor more than the previous one. McCabe wants to have supper with Molly.”

In disbelief, Matt said, “Does he want to court my wife? I damn well have something to say about that.”

“McCabe’s a prick. That’s no secret. But I think it has more to do with her time with the Comanche.”

That was something Matt preferred to keep private, if only to protect her. He and Molly had been married for fifteen years, but he still couldn’t abide her past being the subject of gossip. However, in the years since she’d had their children, she had spoken on occasion with them of her abduction when she was nine years old, along with the ensuing years she had lived with the Comanche before being rescued by an old miner named Elijah, the very man for whom they had named their son. She was even teaching Katie to speak Comanche.

“It’s up to Molly whether she wants to discuss her past with him,” Matt said. “But I’ll be there if she does.”

Logan and Nathan appeared wearing chaps, their spurs clinking.

“When does the race start?” Cale asked. “Which one is it again?”

“The three-eighths-mile dash,” Logan said. “And it begins in an hour. The purse is up to $50. I hear the betting is favoring me.”

“That’s horseshit,” Nathan said. “If anything, it’s that pony over there getting all the interest.” He nodded toward a corral where an impressive mare pranced back and forth. The man who was watching the animal triggered recognition.

“Is that Bill Harner?” Matt asked.

Nathan looked closer. “I’ll be damned. I think it is.”

Logan pulled on his leather gloves. “Who’s that?”

“Back in ’75, he was on the Rangers with us,” Nathan replied, referring to his and Matt’s time with the Texas Rangers. “But he was just a youngster. That was right before I got Matt away from Cerillo. After that, I don’t know what happened to Bill.”

“Well, he’s standing beside McCabe,” Cale said.

Matt grimaced. “It’s almost enough to avoid Harner, but I’ll go and say hello.”

“We need to head over to the starting line,” Nathan said, his gaze encompassing Logan. “Wouldn’t want our winning boy to miss his moment of glory.”

“You’ll be eating my dust, Blackmore.”

“Good luck,” Matt said as the two of them departed. Matt headed in the opposite direction, but then stopped and turned back to Cale. “You coming? If McCabe starts gabbing like a hen about Molly, I’ll need your backup.”

Cale cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to hold your hand?”

“Like hell. I might need you to pull me off him if he pisses me off. Molly won’t take kindly to me sitting in a jail cell for disorderly conduct. She’s expecting me for supper.”

“Don’t worry. Sheriff Mars owes me a favor. You wouldn’t be in jail for long.”


Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Women were the backbone of the west ~ Nan O'Berry

 As writers, we write about the heroic cowboy swooping in and saving the damsel. But those ladies of years gone by, were not such delicate creatures. No sir, they had us beat by a long shot.

These women had to deal with living outside in the elements until their homes were constructed. In hoop skirts, three petticoats, and a tightly laced corset, they worked right along side their man. Some brave souls even undertook the cattle drives. 

Margaret Borland; Texas State Historical Association

One such woman was Margaret  Borland. Married not once, but three times, she survived the Yellow Fever that killed her husband. With over 1,000 head of cattle to get to market, she saddled up, and began the arduous journey up the Chisholm Trail to the rail head in Kansas. It had to be a hard and lonely job. Imagine a woman being the boss in times were women were not thought of as having a strong heart or mind. Not only did was her drive successful, she accomplished it with three children in tow. 

Some women took to the drives with the ease of a man. Minta Holmsley followed her husband as he drove cattle up the trail. She nursed the cowboys, even developing a cure for poison oak. She was a smart business woman and when she noted the fall of cattle prices, she negotiated a sale on her own that netted her family a good sum.

It seems to me, that the women of the cattle trails were a pretty good backbone to the development of the west.


Until Next time,

Nan.

 

If you are interested in other facts about the women of the cattle drives, be sure to check out this book

A Bride of the old Chisholm Trail  by Mary Burton

or these two articles

10 Bold Texas Women Who Blazed the Cattle Trails 

https://www.wideopencountry.com/10-fierce-texas-women-who-rode-the-cattle-trails/

Sidesaddles and Sunbonnets 

https://newprairiepress.org/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1212&context=sfh


Monday, October 25, 2021

Halloween Fun

Thanks for joining me here on Cowboy Kisses. I appreciate each one of you. 

 

I suppose most of you, if you are anything like me, are getting ready for Halloween. It’s one of my favorite holidays. How about you? 

 

My kids are all grown with children of their own, yet we still put on the annual Halloween party each year. We have a feast of yummy food, hot chocolate, games, and the parents take their children trick or treating. We dress up in costumes which is my favorite part. Do you still dress up? If you don’t, you should. It’s fun and you can be whatever you want to be. Plus, the children get a real kick out of it!

 

   

We love Halloween so much that my son and I wrote a short spookish story for you to enjoy if you dare:

 

Shy sat down her book even though it was one of her favorites she couldn’t concentrate on it tonight. Roman was on her mind and the fact they’d be late for the masquerade party if he didn’t arrive soon. 

 

He should have come home by now. Where is he? What’s taking him so long was the question laying heavy on her mind. To be truthful, she had noticed him acting different the last few days and wondered if the reason for his tardiness had anything to do with it?

 

Her chair scraped the floor as she stood up moving to the wood barrel. Shy lifted out a medium sized chunk of alder wood, and then added it to her dwindling fire. She strolled to the window as she had done many times tonight hoping to see Roman trotting down the trail. 

 

It was getting quite dark; the bright full moon is all she could see. The wind was fierce. Tree limbs thrashing together making sharp whipping sounds. She heard the coyotes howling not too far off in the distance. She trembled. 

 

Something was wrong. Roman is never late. Suddenly the rain came pounding down on the roof and she heard the thunder like dynamite blowing out the side of a mountain, surrounding her cabin. Lightning struck a tree and it sounded like it was the old pine tree right next to her home. 

 

“Sweet Jesus!” She shrieked, as the tree broke through the roof crashing down onto her house. The tree’s trunk punched straight through the wall. Falling backwards, Shy had just managed to evade it. 

 

Unfortunately, the fireplace wasn’t so lucky. Nor was her house. The fire spread rapidly, igniting the debris left from the wide gaping hole that was supposed to be her wall.

 

Shy ran to the Lean to and grabbed a couple of buckets then hurried outside to the well. She filled the buckets and ran back inside. She threw the water on the fire and then sped back outside for more water. She followed the same routine several times before coming to the realization that she might not get the fire out by herself. 

 

The howling was getting closer so she stopped to get her rifle, coat, and boots thinking she would have to sleep in the barn tonight, and she’d probably need the protection. Especially if her husband did not make it home tonight. Then she continued to the well still wondering where her husband was. 

 

She prayed, “Heavenly father please let Roman be safe, and bring him here soon.  I don’t think I can put out this fire by myself. Please help me save our home, in Jesus’ name I pray, amen.”

 

Suddenly as if on que the rain grew stronger, heavier, and before she knew it it was raining cats and dogs. The rain poured from the sky until the last embers were out and then stopped as fast as it had started. She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the good lord for his help.

 

Shy, knew she wasn’t out of hot water yet, though. Part of her living courtiers was wide open to the world full of smoke and the howls were inching closer. Terrified

though she was she managed her escape towards the barn. Taking one last glimpse at her decimated house she ducked inside. 

 

Shy pulled the side barn door shut with a slam; then locked it. The young wife made her way to the ladder on the other side of the room. Once elevated, she could see outside from a small platform on the second floor that was meant to be hay storage. 

 

“Where in the hell is, he?” She questioned in her heavy western dialect, scanning the landscape outside for any indication of life. 

 

Just as she was doing this something caught her eye. Back behind her house off against the tree line a massive shadow was silhouetted by the lights of her house if only for moment. 

 

The lights of the remaining candles luminating her home began flickering and finally died out altogether. The figure was gone in seconds with the illumination. Shy, unsure of what she had just viewed inched her way towards the side of the platform peering once again into the dark. 

 

That’s when she heard the noises. Like claws ripping deeply into scattered lumber. A jar fell and crashed with a loud Bang, causing Shy to yelp in surprise. Was it just the wind? She hadn’t the slightest idea. But she wasn’t just gonna sit 

around here all night to find out. She was going to investigate.  

 

Shy checked the chamber of her weapon. Living out on the frontier required that she must always be prepared to protect herself, and tonight was no different. Her weapon was fully loaded, and with her husband gone, she needed all the help she could get. 

 

Descending the ladder Shy fumbled through the darkness below. Her fingers reached out and felt across a shelf she was familiar with. Finally, she found the lantern they’d always kept in the barn and ignited the flame. Shy saw out across the distance separating her from the house. There stood a massive creature. She wasn’t sure if he was man or beast. Long hair seemed to cover most of its body and head. Big sharp teeth. Muscles upon muscles and his clothes were ripped as if he had grown out of them rapidly. 

 

He moved toward her slowly, carefully as if not to frighten her. With each movement he seemed to shrink. Even his face. Suddenly she noticed he looked familiar. The clothes he was wearing were Roman’s. The realization hit her hard. My husband is a Werewolf! BooYah

Thanks’ for taking a few moments out of your valuable time to read. Happy Halloween! Be safe.

If you’d like to reach out to me my email address is: Ruthie.manier@gmail.com

Find my books on Amazon. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/bp/B00LMFF93A

Friday, October 22, 2021

Columbia Gold Mining and Water by Zina Abbott


In the California gold fields, there was one resource that was almost of greater worth than gold: WATER. Without the wet stuff, it was almost impossible to effectively remove the gold from the soil and crushed rock.

 

Stanislaus River with inset (ctsy Google Maps) showing relationship of Columbia and South Fork of the Stanislaus river to the Stanislaus River.

 Columbia in the southern Sierra Nevada Foothills, which today is preserved as a state park, is a mostly dry region with seasonal streams that flowed from the first rains in autumn or early winter until late spring or early summer after the rains ceased. The area very seldom received snowfall. The nearest river that carried snowmelt year around was the Stanislaus, but it was several miles from the gold-rich land of Columbia.

 


Originally known as "Hildreth's Diggings," gold was discovered in Columbia in March of 1850 by a party of miners, most of whom came from the state of Maine. In 1851, the Tuolumne County Water Company (TCWC) was founded to provide the water needs of both Columbia and the surrounding regions. The plan was to divert water from the South Fork of the Stanislaus River by means of flumes, ditches, and reservoirs. These carried water for long disances and were expensive to build. This resulted in high water rates for miners to wash their gold.

 

Water rates table courtesy Columbia State Park Museum

Water rates were quoted in “Miners Inches,” which legally measured the amount of water that flowed through an opening one inch in diameter under twenty pounds of pressure for twenty-four hours. The opening in the guage boxes could be increased or decreased by means of a sliding device. Guage boxes were placed in the water ditches wherever needed and checked by “ditch tenders.”

Disgusted over what they perceived to be unfair water rates, several miners banded together to create their own water company by diverting water from what they considered the more reliable Middle Fork of the Stanislaus River. When the sixty-mile project finished in 1858, it was described by a San Francisco newspaper as “the most stupendous work of the kind in California.” With the predictable supply now available, hydraulic mining using giant “monitors,”or hose nozzles, began operating by directing the powerful water force against the walls of Maine Ditch (The area that is now the parking lot for the state park), digging it deeper and deeper in search of gold.

 


Like the Tuolumne County Water Company, they soon realized the extensive cost in materials and labor that were involved in building flumes. In addition, by the time the water supply was ready to reach Columbia, the easy-to-mine placer gold were almost depleted. In 1859, this company went broke and it was put up for auction. Its network of flumes and ditches were purchased by the TCWC.

 


The transition did not go smoothly. Disgruntled shareholders of the defunct water company blew up flumes and ditches, threatened TCWC company trustees, and, it is believed, were responsible for killing several ditch tenders. It was not until 1861 that a truce was negotiated.

The TCWC continued to expand for several years. It bought several other water companies in the county. It considered expanding into Merced County, but changed their plans when it became apparent that both the population and water demand had dropped, which affected their revenues. After reorganizing and going through name changes several times, it was bought out by Pacific Gas & Electric Company in the 1920s.

Maine Ditch, Columbia, about 1870s

The Tuolumne County Water Company only handled water for commercial use, such as in first, placer mining, and, later, hydraulic mining. Water for domestic use was supplied by the New England Water Company organized in 1854. Why New England, you ask? The founders of Columbia plus many others came from New England. That is also the reason the main ditch south of the main part of town which carried the seasonal stream on which the town relied was named MAINE Gulch, not Main Gulch. This area was torn up during the years of hydraulic mining.

 

Daniel Fraser of New England Water Co., Ctsy Columbia State Park Museum

After the the first big fire in Columbia, the New England Water Company constructed seven cisterns beneath the streets of Columbia to hold water for domestic and fire-fighting use. A square lid to one of these cisterns may be seen today in front of the firehouse on State Street. This early water system remained in use until the 1950s.

 


There were also water ditches build along the edges of several of the streets in Columbia, remnants of which are still visible today. I’m not sure if that was part of the Tuolumne County Water Company, the New England Water Company, or built later to capture water runoff.

 ~o0o~


 In my most recent release, I've included issues surrounding water use both in Columbia and other mining communities in the Mother Lode foothills and how it affected the growing agricultural communities downstream. To find the book description and purchase link for Madeline, please CLICK HERE.

 

 

Sources:

The majority of my information came from the displays in the Columbia museum and the displays around Columbia State Park.

https://inspiredimperfection.com/adventures/columbia-state-historic-park-a-living-gold-rush-town/

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

REFILLING THE WELL By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless.com

 I recently learned that creativity burnout is a real thing.  I always felt lucky not to suffer from writer’s block, which I avoid by working on more than one story at a time.  But this is different.  It’s affecting not only my writing, but other creative endeavors, like what to make for dinner and what to wear.  Someone likened it to running out of gas, only refilling ¼ tank, but expecting to travel as far as with a full tank.  Yup, that sounds right.  And it can happen to anyone at anytime.

 In the past, I was really good at taking myself on an Artist’s Date.  I knew the importance of feeding the muse, refilling the well, honoring my creative soul, however you like to think of it.  But things have changed.  I can’t just spontaneously drop into a museum or art gallery for a wander.  Decorating stores and galleries are by appointment only for serious buyers, not starving artists. Wilderness trails and parks are clogged with so many people that a visit there is no longer a peaceful, nourishing experience.   Book stores have a line up to go in and empty shelves when you do get in.  There have been no outdoor concerts. 

 I’m muddling through.  Kindness towards myself goes a long way.  Talking to friends helps.  Plus, I’m lucky enough to be involved in a variety of multi-author projects where I have a commitment to the other writers, and a loose concept to tease my malnourished imagination.  Like my next book, Mail Order Noelle, An Impostor for Christmas series.  Why would a mail order bride deliberately impersonate someone else?  And when does the groom learn the truth?  Mid-Point?  Black Moment?  Can I pull this off and still have her be a sympathetic heroine?  Of course, I can.  That’s my job.  Here’s a little tease. 

           From the shadows of the train station in Boston, Noelle crossed her fingers as she watched her brother, Theodore, walk her sister Merry to the waiting train after first delivering her oversize trunk to a porter. 

          Theodore gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek, then watched her board the train.  Noelle inched further into the shadows as he turned, walked past her, and exited the station.  The second he was out of sight, Noelle scampered to the train’s steps just as the whistle blew and Merry disembarked, passing her a ticket.

          Merry gave her a hug that nearly squeezed the breath from her lungs.  “I will never forget this.” 

          “You better not,” Noelle said.  “Be happy.  You deserve it.”  Noelle disentangled herself and jumped onto the train just as it started to move.

 

You can view the entire series here  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J8BJWWQ

and preorder Noelle here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09GNYZD23   

Next month, I’ll tease you some more.  In the meantime, be good to you.  And please share any coping mechanisms you've found that help prevent you from burning out.


Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

Her hero, Steele, in HER UNDERCOVER COWBOY, is a modern-day cowboy, so when she was wooed by a man called Steel— while he’s not a cowboy, he is an alpha male and her forever hero.  Which is why all of her stories end Happily Ever After.

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