The Introvert’s Obligatory Daily Existential Crisis.

It is after midnight and I should be sleeping, but having just awoken from falling asleep at 9:30, sleep eludes me. What better time to blog?

I have been away from my computer, working more hours, traveling, preparing for Christmas… Edits of my novel, kernels of ideas for the next one, the scorned mystery, all lay in the periphery, like cast off slippers peeking out from under the sofa.

Since the rejection of my mystery, I have, once again, daily reconsidered my life. The introvert’s obligatory daily existential crisis. What should I be doing? Where should I do it? What am I capable of? What will my anxiety allow? It is interesting how the mind never tires of these questions and still, after fifty years, provides new and unique responses. In some ways it is a curse for aptitude tests to indicate you can be anything other than a surgeon. With a million paths before you, how do you know which one will have the staying power? My dad worked for thirty plus years at Ford, most of the time doing the same job, daily packing the same bologna sandwich, well not the same sandwich literally, but you get what I’m saying. Me, I top out at five years. Except for being a stay-at-home mom. That never got old. But my kids did.

So, what are the new paths I consider as I do my daily rounds? Lately, I’ve been going back to my earlier choices. Conservation. Music. Things I had decided I was too old for. But, maybe not. Maybe I can resurrect old passions. Time will tell. For now, I am anxious to have the time to complete the revisions of my novel and send it out to be shot down by dozens of agents with curt replies. I’m not anxious for the last part to transpire, but it is the nature of the beast. I do so want to place my creations in a publishing house that will give them their best chance. That is the goal.

So, for now, I have goals and a job that makes the car payment. And tomorrow, the cogs in my brain will turn again, pondering, puzzling this thing called life.

Book Review – The Emerald Comb by Kathleen McGurl

Kathleen McGurl’s novel, The Emerald Comb is an entertaining read with enough mystery to keep the pages turning.

Dually set in modern England and down the heroine’s family tree two hundred years, Katie learns more about her ancestors than she bargained for. As an amateur genealogist, I related to Katie’s search into her past and frustration when her husband didn’t share her zeal.

I found the conversations and interactions in the present sections to be stilted and some of the characters awkward. Conversely, the sections in the past read without a hitch. It was the story of Katie’s ancestors that kept me reading.

The Emerald Comb was a quick read, which means I was invested enough to want to return to the book. Since finishing, I have thought back to the story several times. Both signs of an enjoyable reading experience.

I give The Emerald Comb by Kathleen McGurl three duckies and recommend it for a good weekend read.

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I purchased the Kindle version of The Emerald Comb from Amazon for 99 cents plus tax.

The Emerald Comb

By Kathleen McGurl

Published 2014 by Carina UK

What’s Writing Got to Do with It?

I used to be an avid reader, but somewhere along the line, I’ve fallen off. In part it is laziness. Visual media does so much of the work for us. In part it is the introvert in me that shies away from meeting new people, even in print. And, in part it is because, as a writer, I am constantly in editing mode. I cannot turn it off. I even edit people’s conversations.  Thankfully my edits are contained in my mind, unlike Sheldon Cooper. It’s horrible. There is no off switch.

So, to encourage my reading habit, I have decided to include on this blog book reviews. Books I have read recently. Books, though published years ago, I consider to still be relevant. Books by authors of renown and books by authors unknown by most.

As a rating system, I didn’t want to give thumbs up, or stars so I have decided I will assign each review a ducky rating from one to five.

I hope through my reviews you may enter into a relationship with books you might have otherwise never met.

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