Daylight

Back again. Maybe I am about to come out from under the workload I created for myself and see daylight. Finally after two and a half months I have submitted a cover for my latest book. Won't know until my proof come whether I will like the book's look or not but feel better that I have that out of the way. Now I'm working on a high school reunion book for my classmates to be done by Aug. 8th. That means I have to hustle to get all the bios and pictures typed into the book and get it ready for a classmate to take to the printer. Once that is done the pressure should be off. Between now and the Aug. 8 reunion I just have a birthday party to attend in State Center for a great niece and nephew. I think I see taking the boat out for a day of fishing. Iowa is having the coolest July on record and lots of rain. One of those cool days has to be a fishing day.
Just put a press release in www.tour.com and www.biblioscribe.com for a three day event in Belle Plaine Iowa in Franklin Park. It's a Civil War Days reenactment. Sounds like a good place to sell my Civil War book "Ella Mayfield's Pawpaw Militia" along with all the other books I've written. The reenactors come from all over so that might mean more sales if they take a few of my books home.
I'm all prepared to play the part of a Civil War era woman. I have a pioneer dress and bonnet to wear. Even bought a folding chair with a canopy so if I can't find a shade tree I will be shaded from the sun. Hopefully by then I luck out and have three days of sun instead of rain every other day like we have had for months. The first day of the event is for the school students. That should be fun to entertain them with my Civil War tales since the battles and escapades of Ella are true.
My goal for awhile is to keep you informed which sites I use to advertise my new book that should be out soon now that it has a cover so keep watching for "A Promise Is A Promise" ISBN 0982459505 and printed by Lightning Source Publishing.
The back cover says
Home Health Nurse Hal Lindstrom is assigned Amish widower John Lapp. She offers to stay with his children while he is in the hospital. Fifteen year old Emma takes care of the house. Her two small brothers are handling the dairy operation alone. Emma suffers from depression, Noah is withdrawn and Daniel sleepwalks outside, looking for his dead mother. Drawn in by this needy family, Hal soon realizes this family has a mystery they've swept under the proverbial Amish rag rug. The more she tries to help the deeper she gets sucked into the family's problem. Finally, Emma makes Hal promise to stop trying to unravel the tragic secret. When Hal's happiness is at stake she wishes she hadn't agreed, but a promise is a promise.
Gotta go,
Fay Risner
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Fellow writer

Just finished a western book by Howard K. Terrell from Anamosa, Iowa. Reminds me of some of the old westerns of the past written by a man who was very close to living the life. Just another author who is up and coming with his work.
Steve Weber author of Plug your Work is following me on Twitter. How about that! I happen to be familiar with his work since I use his book to help me figure out how to get my books on the Internet.
The storms are over for now. We sure have had a lot of warning and watches from wind, hail, flood and tornadoes. I know I'm safe for the moment. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the white Tom Cat is stalking a mouse in the hay field. Quite a contrast. The white blob is gliding on its stomach through the green alfalfa.
Looks like more cherries have turned red under the netting we put on the tree to turn away the robins. I'll be pitting cherries again today. Oh Joy!
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Early Morning

I never thought I would be an early riser morning person, but now that summer heat has finally hit Iowa, the crisp morning air is better than air conditioning. I sit here typing while I listen to a jenny wren chortle. Robins hop across the lawn looking for a nightcrawler that forgot to slip back in it's hole at daylight. Goldfinches color up the landscape, flitting from tree to tree. The hay's made and we have been promised no thunder storms today. A good day to be alive.
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Grass Roots

Hopefully though we got an inch of rain night before last, we might get our hay made this afternoon. As I walked to the mailbox after the hay was cut, it occurred to me that had to be one of the better scents in the country. Even better than fresh mowed lawn. There is a sweetness in the air from the clover and alfalfa plants that only enhances as the hay dries.
I've lived my whole life in the country. It takes a particular smell or sight sometimes to bring back memories that go way back. Memories of hard working people that were a part of my family. It is memories like those that encourage me to write about country and small town life. With any luck, we will be able to bail our hay this afternoon late and put it on the hay conveyor and stack it in the barn loft. I will be itchy and scratched from dried hay stems, smudged with dust and smelling of sweat. How country is that?
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Where Have I been?

I consider myself a very patient, steady as she goes, level headed person with an optimistic outlook on life. For the last month I have exhibited the patience and all the rest, but my cool as slowly turned to heat. What phenomena managed to fluster me? My computer. I want to get my latest book "A Promise Is A Promise" published and it should have been the first of May. I sent my text to the publisher. That went through fine. After that everything went down hill. My adobe reader stopped working properly. I can't get the text on the cover to show up. I have tinkered and investigated and flooded www.ask.com with questions to the point I am afraid I will do damage to my computer. The thing is I have at least fifty books spoke for and they aren't ready. Now don't that frost your cake! Oh, I did sneak outside once in a while to work on a flower bed or in the garden, but I lost most of May at the computer with no results. Do I want to pay several hundred dollars for a program just like the one I have? No. So I have to remind myself I am the patient type and keep trying. Gotta go. Haven't been tried out ask a question yet today. Maybe there's hope yet that I will find an answer that fits my problem.
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Happy Mother's Day

Tomorrow is a day to miss my mother. I think of her often but Mother's Day makes me remember her special motherly talents. She had a way about her like a mother hen gathering all her chicks for a feast she cook in the same way she gathered us together when we needed her to understand, listen and take care of us. Holidays were special to her. She would decorate and cook, preparing for all of us to come home. The table would be full of food for lunch and we'd have enough left overs for supper. Mom had a talent for baking dinner rolls that we called buns. She made the best angel food cakes for our birthdays and candies for Christmas. Always there was extra cake or candy for all of us to take home. Not only was she a good cook but she was kind hearted when she saw someone in need. There was always room for one more at her table. Her garden always produced enough to send home fresh vegetables with people who didn't have a garden. Though it wasn't something she said often, we all felt her love and miss her being with us. Happy Mother's Day Mom.
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where have I been?

Where have I been? I see it has been ten days since my last post. Besides not being home at times, a few days ago I knew it was going to start raining and continue for days. I tackled my large flower beds with a passion, digging out grass and weeds, fertilizing and planting flower seeds. Sometimes I find a volunteer that I can save. Hours in a row at hard labor for two days and I was looking for my bottle of pain killers once I got out of my recliner. Now I am fully recovered and still have two beds to do but the rain beat me to it. Oh well, someday!

I have no rhyme or rhythm to my flowers. I like a variety and happily accept any and all that appear on their own plus the many that come up every year. I had company Tuesday. I took my friend for a tour of my flower beds and garden. It's like giving the history of my family tree. The fern peony was a piece of my mother's. She always called it Mother's Day peony because that's when it blooms. The vigorous dark pink peony, already three feet tall, is my Grandfather's. He died in 1924 when my father was 12. When we moved to Iowa from Missouri in 1961, Mom asked Dad what he would like to bring with him. He said he wanted to go home and get one of his dad's peony. Just before he died, Grandpa planted a row in the front yard. I brought some of the tubers to my house. In a pot in my rose bed is a portion of a Christmas cactus that Mom held on her lap coming to Iowa. A neighbor gave a start to her in the fifties. It was fifty years old or more and belonged to the neighbor's mother. I have some wild geraniums I picked up while mushroom hunting. My mother in law has given me tulips, roses and other flowers. With all of that and more, I still can't resist picking up a few packages of flower seeds or some bedding plants to go with what I have. It's in the genes. That I'm sure of.
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