Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Alli . The weather looks beautiful, but I’ve been moving slow this morning. I also have had some coursework, and I am almost done.
Last night, I went with my mom and my son to a Mexican restaurant with a really hip, cool vibe. It was packed, so we sat at the bar. After a while, a guy comes over, and I recognized him as one of my cousins. We are all glad to see him and chatted for a good, long while. He travels a lot. It was really nice though, to feel connected to family beyond our small unit. He tells interesting stories, but my family is awesome story fodder. 🙂
I am going through growing older and having new health issues pop up, having to go through tests. Throw a prayer my way, please. I may or may not need it, but it is greatly appreciated. Enough of that. No need to worry. It makes me wonder, if I were a bird or a spirit looking down on my life, what would I think?
Which makes me think of my writing life and experience. I posted this on Facebook this morning: The space that a story inhabits is important. I have been drawn in by spaces and places, as in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and the movie, Bladerunner 2 as well as in The OA, my new Netflix obsession.
Visualizing yourself in a place or places adds a level to any story. On the left is a crude map I drew of a few city blocks in Undercurrents in Time during my drafting. These blocks also appeared in Detours in Time, but the street names changed due to events and time shifts in that first book. (Of course, all this followed by an invitation to read my books and a link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0711ZW6XF in Kindle, K.U., or print.) Shameless self-promo done, but it is Independent Bookstore day! They carry everything. One independent bookstore in Jacksonville called the Book Nook carries my books, but I’ll work on expanding that.
I am sorry coffee was brief today, but I do recommend that you watch The OA if you like mystical sci–fi or anything uber weird. It is delicously weird, but full of hope. Imagine if, in the worst of moments or crises, you could leave your body because your spirit was free. The thougth is quite addictive. See? I am off to a massage now. Must relieve a lot of stress caused by worry, no doubt, and the constant drive to be better. Well, maybe that and getting older.
Have a great day, my friends!