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The subject line of the email said, “Worldwide Release Date Notice: Polly’s List “. I was so excited tears started running down my face. My husband no longer assumes it is bad news when I cry over emails. Since last August, he has come to expect that it might be good news related to my fledgling career as an author.

The first line said: “Hello Kim Janine Ligon. This is to inform you of your worldwide official release date of 2022-08-17”. That is only 98 days from today. Let the countdown begin!

So mark your calendars. On Wednesday, August 17th, The Wild Rose Press will publish my debut novel POLLY’S LIST. It will be available both in print and an ebook at your favorite book e-tailer, i.e. Barnes and Noble.com, Book Bub, Goodreads, Amazon, or even direct from my publisher The Wild Rose Press.

About thirty days before publication, it will be available for pre-ordering. I’ll send out a notice when I get confirmation that it is available. Until that happens I can’t set up all my author profiles with those sellers or activate some of my marketing plans. Those last thirty days are going to be busy ones.

I am networking with other Roses, other authors in the Wild Rose Press Garden. They are a very helpful and supportive group. I am reading two novels to review for fellow authors and will be guesting on some blogs around my publication date.

I am hoping all of you will spread the word too on your social media sites, book clubs, friends and family. Please encourage them to sign up to follow me; the more, the merrier!

I can’t wait for you to meet my characters:

Polly: the grandmother who begins everything with a fall…or was it a push?

Mikal: Polly’s widowed young neighbor who discovers the accident.

Will: Mikal’s five-year old son with a fascination for snow globes and dogs.

Rhett: Polly’s pet Basset hound with a knack for showing up almost in time to thwart evil. At least in time to slow it down.

CJ: Polly’s grandson who she raised but hasn’t seen in five years.

And, of course, a supporting cast of others…The action unfolds in a small town in Wisconsin in this rated G cozy, romantic mystery.

In upcoming posts, I will share the cover, back blurb, and an excerpt…stay tuned.

Thank you for traveling with me on this journey. You’ve made the adventure a lot more fun for me. Enjoy!

Recently, we enjoyed lunch with one of my former employees, his lovely wife, and four out of five of his children. They’re well behaved kids who are home schooled and very comfortable around adults. We hadn’t seen them in several years and, as usual, the kids were much taller and more grown up than when last we met.

I love that when you ask youngsters how old they are, the reply is usually almost eight or ten or twelve. I believe you could ask a child their age and even if they turned seven last Thursday, they would reply almost eight. They’re always looking ahead. Some might say they are wishing their lives away. I prefer to think they are having such a good time that they can’t wait to see what the next year holds.

At some point, maybe twenty-one, we stop looking forward to the next age milestone and instead we look for life markers like wedding anniversaries or retirement or Medicare or grandchildren and the like. We’re still looking at an almost, just not a birthday driven one. Maybe we should all slow down to savor the now instead of looking toward the alluring almost around the next corner or over that third hill on the horizon. But it’s hard to change the habit you acquired in childhood.

The dictionary definitions say almost means: not quite, not exactly, not entirely or very nearly. I prefer the optimistic last option. It sounds more hopeful, like it is really going to happen. The odds are lining up strongly on the in favor of side.

Yesterday, I submitted my approval of the final galleys for “Polly’s List”. Now it is with the pre-production team who will assign the publication date. All of that author-speak simply means I am ALMOST a published author and that is something I’m looking forward to. Enjoy!

March has been a crazy busy month which explains why this month’s post is coming in barely under the wire. I got the fun of a long delayed colonoscopy with a good outcome. This week, and for the next six, I’m playing nurse putting drops in my husband’s eyes after the first of two cataract procedures. My aim is getting pretty good. And I accomplished a feat that was twenty years in the making…

At least twenty years ago my mother-in-law gave me her stash of yarn. She was a notorious bargain shopper and had accumulated more yarn than she could ever use. (Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not judging. It happens to the best of us.) Her surplus was in three black garbage bags that had been sitting in the attic closet for a while. Much to my husband’s dismay, I hauled it home.

It was dusty smelling so I thought I’d fluff the dust out of the skeins in the dryer. Word to the wise, resist that urge! The old paper wrappers disintegrated. The skeins ran amok in the dryer and comingled into one giant ball that would barely fit through the dryer opening. Needless to say, I didn’t put them all through that ill-conceived process. I spent weeks unraveling the blob skein. Eventually, I sorted all the yarn by color into lidded plastic tubs and put them on new shelves in the basement.

Over the years I’ve raided that stash to make lapghans for shut ins, chemo caps for cancer patients and various scarves. In the past six months, I’ve made a concerted effort to use up that yarn (and some more I inherited from a grandmother’s stash via a friend). I just completed fifteen 5 x 5 foot afghans for a homeless event and with that I finally depleted most of the twenty year stash. There is about half a tub of assorted colors left from those two stashes.

I think my mother-in-law and the friend’s grandmother must be looking down and saying, “Isn’t it a good thing we bought all that yarn so she could keep so many people warm! I thought she’d never get around to it.”

For those of you who are worried about what I’ll do without that stash, fret no longer. While ten tubs of yarn have morphed into usable goods, I still have an equal number that I have no one to blame for but myself! Not to mention the tubs of fiber to spin and home spun yarn.

And in the midst of all of that fun, my sweet husband got three new buildings for his model railroad; a welding shop, a water tower, and the Jungers Jams factory. They were his birthday present.

Then last, but definitely not least, I submitted my preliminary galleys back to my editor. That means I’m one step closer to “Polly’s List ” being published. Now the book is with a proofreader for a final pass, then the final galleys and on to a publication date. Every step makes it seem a little more real!

No time to rest…I’ve got spinning and and weaving and baby things to make while I wait for the final galleys. Oh, and maybe some work on my next novel! Enjoy!

Today is the four year anniversary of this blog starting. I began it to have an online presence to support my then fledgling publication aspirations. If all goes as planned those dreams will become reality later this year.It has been a busy four years.

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Thank you for reading my thoughts and for encouraging and supporting my efforts. It is very gratifying to hear from you both through the comments on my blog and the private emails you send me in response to a post. It has been a wonderful way to connect with family and friends and to reconnect with people I’d lost track of.

I plan to continue sharing my observations on life and progress on my publication journey. I hope I’ve made you smile, brought a tear from time to time, maybe even made you laugh out loud on occasion. Mostly, I want to give you hope and help you believe that it is never too late to follow your dreams. So think about what you want to be someday, I won’t say when you grow up… who wants to do that?

I leave you with this promise of things to come.

Thanks for keeping me company on this journey. Enjoy!

The older I get, the more intentional (thanks Christy for the word ) I become about where I invest my time and energies. Just staying on this planet takes more of it than I wish it did. Laundry. Cooking. Grocery shopping. Miscellaneous errands. (Notice I didn’t list cleaning, you already know I’m downright miserly about spending my time there!) Thankfully, I no longer have to share my valuable resources with an outside employer. I work for myself. (Can you hear me rejoicing?)

Now I chose to write and spin and weave and hug my sweet husband and crochet and knit and sometimes even build new structures for the railroad that operates in our basement. But I was in my sixth decade before I realized how important those investments are.

While we were visiting at Christmas with relatives on my husband’s side of the family, I discovered that one of our great nieces already knows how valuable her time is. She and her husband have four little girls from less than a year to almost eight. They are beautiful. Lined up on their family Christmas card picture in matching outfits they look like the perfect family. A picture that would be in the photographer’s front window.

On Christmas day I noticed their socks. I asked one of the older girls where she got such an unusual pair of socks. She said, “From the sock basket. We all do.” Sure enough two of her sisters sported colorful but different socks on each foot. I didn’t check the baby’s booties or mom and dad’s hosiery.

Their mother is wise beyond her years. She doesn’t invest her time matching socks. Instead she is home schooling her daughters and raising bright, well behaved youngsters who don’t have to be restricted to wearing perfectly matched socks. I guess if it begins to bother them they can match the pair they want wear that day for themselves.

What a liberating thing it would be if sock baskets were the norm. A place to relegate all the time consuming minutia that keeps you from the important things you want to do, people you want to hug, and the life you want to live.

What would you put in your Sock Basket?

Hard to believe another year has almost passed. What a year it has been.

We’re still hearing the word Covid too much for my taste. I’d hoped we’d be past it by now. When ominicron showed it’s head, I was afraid we’d be robbed of Christmas with family again this year but we successfully traveled and saw and hugged and made merry. Then when we returned home found out several people tested positive on Sunday and Monday. It was worth the risk. There is no substitute for seeing loved ones in person. So far we’re just as we were before the trip…health wise.

My editor has the first set of edits but is enjoying a well deserved holiday herself. I’m looking forward to 2022 to finish the publishing process and to be able to tell you when “Polly’s List” will be hitting print.

My unexpected gift at the end of the year was reconnecting with my best friend from high school. We haven’t seen each other in 30 years or communicated in four or five years, but we got caught up a little on a lengthy phone call yesterday. Maybe it’s just that I’m getting older, but I really treasure my old friends and appreciate them as much as my new ones. I think that was an old Girl Scout song: make new friends but keep the old. One is Silver and the other Gold.

My fervent wishes for 2022 are:

* for everyone who is tired of wearing masks to be able to take them off. Go ahead if you feel better wearing them, but don't force others to.

*for children to be able to play and enjoy being children....outside....with each other...while laughing! Less video and more real life scraped knees and all.

*for our leaders to remember what made America unique, strong and successful so we can return to that path of promise. History is important, not something to be disavowed or forgotten. (Remember, I'm a history major.)

*for the people we love to know that we do. Always. No matter what.

*for Covid and mandates to be in the rear view mirror. 

*for each of us to find a way to become our best selves and to share our talents where they will be most appreciated.

I know some of my wishes are reaches. Generations before us handled world wars, devastating epidemics, the Great Depression, inflation, mad men in political power, and personal disasters. They reached out to find better. We must too!

HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FRIENDS! ENJOY!

My original tablet is almost six years old. In machine years, I think that is 112 years old. It began randomly locking up about four months ago, then last week it would reboot whenever the spirit moved it. It became unusable for more than ten minutes at a time…so with great reluctance and trepidation we went replacement technology shopping this week.

I wanted to avoid any i-things thinking anything else would be less privacy invasive. So I bought – actually Jim told me it was an early birthday gift – a new Samsung tablet. The salesman had trouble finding where they were since they’d just reorganized. I’m always amazed how little technology companies use their own tools to do business. He finally found the “last one” and the only cover option. He bagged it up and wanted to be paid. I asked about setting it up and transferring stuff from my old one. He said, “Just follow the instructions in the box when you get home.” When I muttered something about the death of customer service, he told me to blame COVID. Of course…

The instructions consisted of a diagram that showed two buttons, Side Key and Volume. It said “Turn tablet on and follow on screen steps.” Okay…I pressed the available buttons. Nothing happened. My husband held down the Side Key until the screen changed. That turns it on. I loaded my Gmail stuff and started configuring the tablet. It wanted to set up voice activated help called Bixby and load my daily schedule so it could remind me, and where I worked so it could tell me the optimal route each day. It stubbornly insisted I needed to do that as if I couldn’t survive a moment longer without its help. When I finally slogged my way through all its probing questions, it needed to be charged. I tried to turn it off pressing the two keys the manual said would do it and the Bixby configuration request kept popping up. When the screen went black, I plugged it in. Jim swore it was talking and beeping while it was charging. Later, I learned it was never off. It wasn’t until the next day when I figured out how to disable Bixby and get a Power Off button instead.

This thing is almost a sentient being – I guess I should be careful talking about it like this! It can even be set to sleep at specific times and then wake up and start all your smart appliances like coffee makers and TV. Thank goodness I only have dumb stuff – having one device that may be smarter than me is more than enough!

It will be weeks before I have all the software loaded since I’m trying to see what each icon does before I download the updates. Bixby still reminds me that I’m ignoring him and seems worried about how I’ll make my scheduled meetings and get to work on time without telling him all about it …I’ll just have to soldier on…

Ain’t technology grand?