Phew. I've just been doing some work I'm not suppose to be doing. I went out to mow half of the back lawn. I shut off the engine when the hip began to complain. And I had to stop to take a few breaths. I will be pleased when all the not working properly parts have been fixed. Well. The exercise took some of the chill from the body. I was shivering when I was sitting at the computer before hand.
This photo is of oranges falling on the ground at an orange orchard we visited last Thursday. I bought a box of lovely, sweet, juicy oranges.
I have been editing and formatting novels I have sitting on the computer. I tried to do self publishing but I'm not a friend of that type of publishing. I would prefer to have a real publisher. Or an agent to handle all the work to get out into the system. I have enough to keep a publisher busy for a long time.
One of the ones I worked on "The Long Hard Road" is a sort of life story. It is not written as a day to day, what happened. No dates are mentioned.
The story begins way back in the 1950's. How we lived in a tent, shed without all the walls and no home comforts like running water or toilet. Living in a caravan. Crossing flooded creeks to save a man who was sick. Abuse in a marriage. Death of a daughter from a brain tumor. Right up to the day my last parent died in the early 2000's. The stress my life had been under during all this time. The illnesses I suffered through. I came out the other side without giving into the dark side of life without turning to drugs. What happened to me has made me into the person I am today.