I made the decision to self-publish in July of 2010, right after I received an invitation to my 40th high school reunion. For 2011, I would like to write entries to this blog a little more regularly, and I’ll be writing about the things that inspire me, about my writing life, about being a Baby Boomer and taking the opportunity to DO things that I only dreamed about before. I’d much rather be writing than self-promoting, so I hope to do a lot more of that in the new year as well. My recent tour of historical homes was very intriguing but I hadn’t expected to be touring another such home anytime soon. Vesuvius Vineyards is located in a rural section of Lincoln County – so rural, I didn’t even know it was there, although I don’t live far away.  I’d heard of Vesuvius Furnace, an iron foundry that operated from 1790’s until several years after the Civil War.
John Lineberger III and Jay Thompson, cousins who are involved in the business and who served as our bartenders that evening. At any rate, it was a real pleasure to be at an event that combined a lovely setting (the grounds of Vesuvius Vineyards are just as nice as the house), fantastic food (LEDA provided an international cuisine featuring dishes from Austria, Australia, Brazil, Germany, Iceland, Israel, Japan and Singapore, to honor the nationalities now operating businesses in the county), fascinating conversation and what might possibly have been the last of the mild fall weather (I hope not!), with the bonus of inspiration that dovetailed so beautifully with things I’m trying to write. For the past few weeks, I’ve been telling myself each morning that I need to write a new blog entry, but I haven’t been able to focus on a topic. After we got home, we pretty much turned right around again and headed for Michigan, to visit Matt’s mom on her 100th birthday.
So we got back, and much of our time was taken up with dealing with that situation, with dealing with the realization that he could have been killed (THAT will disturb your ability to focus on anything else, let me tell you).
Yesterday, I took part in a Toastmasters competition and won, so I’ll be going on to compete at the next level. I am a writer, I really am, but sometimes I feel like a fraud when I’ve not actually WRITTEN for several days. This past two weeks, I’ve been especially aware of the collisions between my writing life and my real life. I did manage to squeeze in some real writing and some writerly activities that give me a good zap in the arm. Another writerly thing I managed to do was design a storyboard for my own novel-in-progress, Two Weeks Every Summer, which is the book about Camp Meeting.
My youngest daughter is also a writer, non-fiction, who writes a very successful fashion blog. Among the non-writerly activities going on this week, I’ve attended my oldest daughter’s graduation from an MBA program (go, Jo!), welcomed my son back home for his final semester of college.
I don’t bring this up to raise sympathy for Casey, but to underscore what other people of that age, or even younger, are doing. I look at other young people I know – some already raising families of their own, trying to set good examples, denying themselves some of the ‘fun’ things in life in order to provide for their children. In addition to the excitement of a new book, my husband and I went to Myrtle Beach where we spent time on the beach, visited Brookgreen Gardens, and had some frozen concoctions. Most of these have been previously published in various magazines or ezines in the US, Europe and Latin America, but now they’re all in one place.
For some time, I’ve been picking away at a story about Camp Meeting, and need to settle down and WRITE it. However, my husband and I were invited to attend a reception put on by LEDA (Lincoln County Economic Development Association) ‘honoring International Industries operating in Lincoln County’ the other evening, and found out it was to be held in the oldest house in the county. What I didn’t know was that one of the furnace’s founding partners, Joseph Graham, had built a house just down the road from the foundry, and that the house is now restored to former grandeur and serving as a venue for weddings and receptions of all sorts.
Those historic homes I toured last weekend are still currently occupied by people whose lives might contain many mementoes of the past, and yet they’re still very involved in present-day activities. There were eight homes of different periods and types, and it was a real pleasure to tour these homes and see the interior decor and restoration.
I don’t live in Mooresville, I mainly visit the shopping centers and restaurants out near the highway, but I’ve been spending more time in town lately and am just beginning to realize how many attractive vintage neighborhoods are in the area. In some of the houses, the owner was there to give a history and details about the renovations, the antique furniture, and previous owners.
While we were gone to Michigan, one of my aunts passed away suddenly and I was unable to go to Florida for the funeral. I attended the Lake Norman Writers Meet-Up in Mooresville which meets on the first Saturday of each month, and there met Eric Swett, a new member and the author of a novel-in-progress, Alone, which is available to read through his website. I plan to have the story cover the exact timeline of the fourteen days of Camp Meeting plus a day before and a day after, so I’ve made a storyboard to help me keep track of what event happens when.
She has received a lot of attention in that community, from readers, other writers, and various fashion businesses. I have, for the last few days, enjoyed the company of a sister who lives out of state, and spent time with another sister who’s recovering from surgery. The jury decided that while many of them believe she is guilty, there simply wasn’t enough proof.

We’ll never know the whole story, but it’s clear that Casey Anthony threw away her own life, regardless of what she did with her child’s life.
Every week, I get inspired by the dancers on So You Think You Can Dance, who range from 18 to about 25. They all are working at making a place for themselves in the world, going to school, working at jobs, striving to find purpose that doesn’t include a Hot Body contest, stealing checks, or breaking into sheds and stealing gas cans. I take heart in all those young adults out there in the work world, whether running a cash register, washing cars, mowing lawns, taking my order in a restaurant, selling computers, working in offices and factories, earning their way in the world. With all the attention focused on a sad young lady this week, and the resulting sense of frustration many of us have, I hereby choose to focus on sources of inspiration, big and small. Has anything specific inspired you today and did it compel you to take some kind of action? This is my first time doing a library presentation, so if you live locally, I hope you’ll come out.
Looking out over the water, you can’t help but admire the beauty and ponder on the timelessness of the scenery.
In the past year, I’ve seen too many friends and family members deal with problems, particularly health problems, that threaten their ability to do what they want in the time they have. The Peep-o-rama is by my daughter, Katie, and we all contributed to the demented-looking eggs.
Our daughter Katie, and her husband Brandon, invited us all over to their house and they must have scattered about a thousand plastic Easter eggs in their yard, even though we have only one young child in the family. Several book clubs have read my novels and a couple more clubs are reading them in January.
I had the pleasure of meeting some members of the family who now own the house and got to hear some of its history.
The Lineberger family that I met at Vesuvius Vineyards have done a beautiful job of restoring a beautiful old house, but they’re deeply involved in providing today’s brides and grooms with a beautiful and spectacular setting for their special event. This past summer, my sister and I visited a number of the antiques shops downtown and after this weekend’s tour, I look forward to coming back to drive around once the houses are decorated for Christmas. In other cases, a docent from the Mooresville Historic Preservation Commission provided a running commentary. Unfortunately, while I did bring my camera, I managed to leave the battery behind, charging away, so I don’t have any photos. He goes every year, to ski, but I’ve never been so we decided this would be our first test destination.
We enjoyed our trip up the Steamboat Springs ski gondola, we enjoyed watching a bike race, we enjoyed visiting Georgetown and the narrow-gauge railway trip. Last March she broke her hip and, of course, we all thought maybe this would be the end, but no, she looks better now than before her hip broke. We are hoping to go in a few weeks and planning to have dinner one night with a group of his friends.
Camp Meeting, that coming-together place of religious faith and family relationships, on which I want to base my next book.
Eric is also a blogger with some really good advice about book blogging, so it was great to get to know him and I’m enjoying reading Alone. These young people pour their energy, skill, and emotions into perfecting their craft and growing as dancers. Do I admire that level of commitment (upon graduation, the cadets face a mandatory five years in the military)? The hotel has been around since 1926, the Hudson River, oh, about fifteen thousand years, according to geologists.
Often these problems have come out of the blue, and control over their own lives was whisked away.
We were ALL picking up eggs (some of them contained chocolate candies which were melting in the sun!). The public libraries of Lincoln, Gaston and Catawba counties carry my books, and they can also be ordered from Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
I hope, if you read my books, that you’ll enjoy them and maybe write a review for Amazon or Goodreads.
I’m currently working on my third novel, to be set at Camp Meeting, those evocative summer rituals – part religious revival, part family reunion – at which history is an integral part.
1925, which is a Mediterranean Revival style with a lovely little courtyard area, and the Gold Medallion Home, almost at the other end of the spectrum, built in 1958, and Mooresville’s first entirely-electric house. After we completed the tours, my sisters, niece, and I went out to lunch together and got talking about our own home histories. We had a great time visiting her and all the relatives, but while we were gone, our son was in a car accident.

I wanted to be able to spend a great deal of time there, this year, to suck up all the inspiration I could, to drink in the sights and sounds. She was 22 years old when her daughter died, when she made whatever bad decisions she made.
On The Glee Project, a group of 18-to-22 year olds strive to improve as singers and actors, to win a spot on the TV show Glee, which has an entire cast of young people. It’s seen a lot of history, and just keeps flowing, and tends to make you realize your puny problems are fleeting in the larger sense of time. I guess I’ve reached the point of realizing I’d better seize the day and not waste time while I’ve got it. I wanted to be able to remember how to breathe while doing this, so Toastmasters seemed a good idea. I can remember well the houses I lived in, growing up, and later when I moved out on my own, and I’m sure each of you can think of many interesting stories to go with the history of each place where you’ve lived.
Although we were empty nesters for a short time (and we liked it), we now have our two youngest living home again while finishing college. He’s fine, and nobody else was involved, but his car was totaled and his sister had to stand in for us and deal with everything. It’s exciting to see her grow as a writer and I’m not a bit jealous of the number of hits her blog gets compared to mine.
Many of us were drawn in; first from the headlines, then the nightly recap of the trial events, and finally the summations by the prosecutors and the defense team. Me, I get inspired by people, by seeing what people can do with their lives, no matter what obstacles might arise.
I’ve achieved some mighty goals this year, in seeing my two novels published, but there’s so much more I want to do. We especially liked the kitchen countertops, which were laminated and finished off with chrome molding, just like those old kitchen tables of the 1950’s.
You can learn so much about a person by seeing where they live – their personal photos, the things they value. We’ve also rarely ever vacationed anywhere without either being accompanied by family or having most of the trip taken up with business. An aunt came to visit for a couple of days and we had a good time catching up with her, and now a cousin and her husband have come for a visit, too. In the meanwhile, I’ve had lots of inspiration, and many chances to appreciate once again how much I treasure my extended family. The yellow Post-Its have notes about the scheduled events of Camp Meeting, plus notes on the characters activities.
I’m inspired by a sister who went through some really difficult health issues and kept herself upbeat and positive. I’m in awe of anyone who has that sense of devotion and drive, especially considering that in my own life, I tend to lurch from indecision to indecision. I’m just beginning to promote the books, after having been laid up myself this winter, and I want time to write the next book that’s already living in my head. The owners, Micah and Elizabeth Scrogginthorpe, also showed off their 1958 camper, an Airstream-type with an aluminum exterior and wood interior, in which they traveled on their honeymoon a few years ago.
I don’t have a lot of antiques in my homes – the ones I do have are each personal mementoes, gifts from my family members, belongings that once were owned by my grandparents or parents. It’s been wonderful to see them, and we’ve had a chance to share good and bad news, memories, laughs, and a mean game of Yahtzee.
I’m inspired by my fellow Toastmasters who work on improving their public speaking abilities. When I go to an antiques shop, I find nowadays I’m most drawn to items from my childhood (shocking as it is to realize they’re now considered antiques!). So the inspiration I’m leaning on this week is the sense of passion and drive and single-mindedness that is demonstrated by those West Point cadets, set against the beauty and timelessness and natural flow of the Hudson River. Somewhere there’s a lesson for me about following my passion while still recognizing the inevitability of life’s tricks and turns.
It had belonged to my great-grandmother, then my grandma, and my father refinished it for me.
On the shelf above is a photo collage of my mother at three different ages, and on the right is my maternal grandma and grandpa’s wedding photo, c.

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