Now you might think this picture is a strange thing to put on the blog with a theme like hope!
But when we were out on a research trip to West Texas where there's nothing but dirt and sky, Husband took this picture for my website. And it represents a rancher's hope...hope for a good year for hay, for cotton, for cattle; hope that the rains will come at the right time and the equipment won't break down at the wrong time.
It caused me to think of what we as writers hope for this spring. To make that last deadline. To get that next book finished. To get the rewrites done before our little brain goes to mush and refuses to think of another word for "passionate"! That our editor buys that next book or series. That we live through virtual blog tours without our faces freezing in that expression when we are yanking out our hair.
We hope our reviews are good! Oh, my! That brings to memory the very first review I ever got eleven years ago. It was so so bad that I was secretly glad when that review place closed up shop so my editor would never read it! The next week, Booklist gave me a rave review on the very same book (I hope they never go out of business)!
That first review always reminds me of my grandmother's advice: Get up every morning and eat a live toadfrog. The rest of the day won't seem so bad. That review was my toadfrog, for sure.
HOPE!! In my writing world it brings up aspirations for this next year! Part of that has been fulfilled...Deb bought my next three Spikes & Spurs books, bringing the total in the series to seven. Excitement reigns in Southern Oklahoma.
HOPE!! In my personal world it drags up a whole 'nuther image. Hope Irene Morgan is my youngest granddaughter who is a constant source of happiness. She's the biggest tomboy princess in Terral, Oklahoma, where Love Drunk Cowboy is set. She can chase frogs and grasshoppers and then put on her glass slippers and tiara and become a real princess just like her older four sisters. She told her mother that she has to wear glass slippers outside to keep those nasty stickers out of her feet! And last month while we were visiting she brought me a homemade book that she'd written just for me. I think she's already into the foreign market because I couldn't understand the wording.
Hanging On Past Expectations: a little four letter word with acres of potential! Talk to me... what are your hopes for this year?