I missed a few Foto Friday segments because The Plague of Near Death struck me two weeks ago. Condolences to anyone else who was struck down as well. It's nasty, this one. But at least it kept me indoors long enough to finish my synopses.
My synopsis-writing tools of choice:
Yes, siree, the synopses are finished.
And they got the stamp of approval from Awesome Agent. So I'm feeling doubly good today because not only are the synopses and revisions all done (for now) but The Plague of Near Death seems to have packed up and left the building.
Here's hoping I don't see his face for another 10 years.
Before I got sick, the hubs and I made an unexpected trip back to my hometown to say goodbye to my beloved grandmother.
Grandma taught me the love and joy of cooking and working with my hands. She taught me to appreciate the dirt under my fingernails, the beauty of the land, and the smell of sun-warmed clothes on the line. She made the best homemade bread ever and took the time to teach me how to make it. To this day, a slice of that warm bread with butter and homemade rhubarb jam transforms me every time into a 6-year-old sitting at her kitchen table.
Many of the stories I write come from the seeds of imagination planted as I walked the enchanted acres of her farm, befriended bob-tailed cats, hid from trolls in the woods, stole jewels from my brother, the pirate, and played hide-and-seek in the old smokehouse.
To this day, the view from her front porch is still the best in all of Missouri.
I got to hold her hand, tell her I loved her, and hear her talk about how much she still loved my grandpa, who died 18 years ago.
She was in so much pain when I left her side. I'm thankful that's no longer the case.
You were loved, Grandma B, and you leave behind a great legacy. I owe much of who I am to you and Grandpa, and I'm proud to have been your granddaughter.
xoxo
