Where does the time go? Just yesterday…
I was walking the streets of a six hundred year old village in France.
I was entering a medieval castle with double walls and a moat.
I was dancing in a street in Pays Basque (Basque Country) with a cheerful native in a black beret.
I was standing on a narrow, rising road in the Pyrenees where the Tour de France grinds to the summit.
I was standing on the shores of the Atlantic at St. Jean de Luz and taking a small boat to Spain for the afternoon. I was savoring the best paella ever!
For two weeks I was feasting on the finest bread and cheese and wine and chocolate in France. I was walking where others have walked and lived for hundreds of years.
Then I was flying away…
I've been home about two weeks and yet, all that seems like just yesterday. I want to grab it and hold on tight. Relive it. I want to hold to all those precious moments. But, time is elusive. Time flies. All I have are my photos and memories.
I remind myself to make this day the best of my life. That time is a scarce commodity. And I try to cherish it and spend it wisely. Time and time again.
Do you ever want to hold onto time? Is time real? Or does it only exist in memory? Is time something created by mathematicians or religious advocates? Is this day all that matters? And what if, in a wicked twist of fate, we lost all those wonderful memories so that each day begins anew? That must be the cruelest twist.
So, cherish each memory and I hope you enjoy mine.
The Yellow Rose of Texas is a bit wilted after the ravages of Hurricane Harvey. It has been difficult to watch helplessly from a distance as my friends suffer.
'No whining on the yacht' is a saying I heard recently. While not exactly on a yacht, I've been high and dry in my adobe hacienda and feeling survivor's guilt while my Texas friends have faced historic flooding. After watching for days with emotions ranging from horror to sadness to anger, I knew I had to do something. I love Texas because...
We spent ten years in Texas and more than six in Houston. We raised our kids there and made lifelong friends. Texas Children's Hospital saved our son's life. I discovered writing, helped in the original stages of RWA, and sold my first book. When we moved away, I left my heart in Texas and cried (or whined) for about a year!
So with Texas on my mind this week, I decided to stop whining and get busy helping the wilted yellow rose. I will donate all proceeds from the sales of Texas Sizzle during the month of September. Help me help Texas bloom again. Here's your chance to donate and read about Max, the ultimate Texas hero and Kathryn who learns to love Texas. Of course if you want to contribute more than the small price of this eBook, please do. And if you want to read another of my books, please enjoy!
Have a heart for Texas! Donate and read!
Texas Sizzle tease:
Kathryn has lost faith in love until she meets Max who has a heart as big as Texas. You can bet he would be in southeast Texas rescuing anyone and everyone! And Kathryn would reach out with her manicured nails to pull the animals to safety! That's how Texans roll, helping each other. (Even ex-pats like me.) Go Texas strong!
Purchase and donate, here: http://www.marytateengels.com/
In the southwest, June is hot as hell-o! It has to be that way to draw up moisture from the Gulf of Mexico for our July rains, known locally as Monsoons. Without the Monsoon rains, we might not get moisture until winter!
This year, June heat set records and it's already July 10 and still no rains. Even the cacti are shrinking! Come on Monsoon, or we'll all go mad! Hence the phrase Monsoon Madness used in advertising by every business in the area.
What do we do when it's so dang hot? Those who can, get out of town or travel northward. But some of us are here year-round. A few people love the heat and claim it doesn't bother them. For most, however, the heat is prohibitive, especially midday. There's always mall shopping, but many of our malls have outside hallways. And golf is out, unless we play very early.
Sometimes using your imagination helps keep everything cool. What if a snowstorm kept me inside this quaint little cabin (my office) and the only way to escape was to write another book? Okay, I can do that! To be honest, there's also swimming (Cool baby!), de-cluttering (Cleaning? Are you kidding?), going to the gym (Boring!), watering plants (Saving their lives!), painting (Some day…), but mostly... Writing. All that other stuff looks good on paper but the writing is what most writers do. Then all the other inside jobs kick in, like revising a first draft, organizing ideas for the future, working with a cover artist to re-brand some older books, and promoting my summer beach reads. That's my Monsoon Madness Mind. Come on Monsoon! I need some rain therapy, wildfires need dousing, and our dried-up cacti need refreshing!
Rogue Diamond, my July 99-cent Special, came about after I read an article in our local newspaper about a "baby ring" trafficking children from Mexico to families or even adoption agencies in the U.S. I have been to Mexico numerous times and never suspected this could be happening. I was horrified and knew I had to write about it. In my story, the heroine can't get the help she needs so she hires a certain rogue to fight fire with fire. But can he really find her missing child after all this time? Get it while it's hot - only 99 cents through July.