Energy and persistence conquer all
I believe in you.
Energy and persistence conquer all
We have always had dogs, ever since I was a child and then as soon as I moved out. We've had seven dogs so far. But, a few of them have stood out for something unusual and special. King was one of them.
I will never forget the first day I saw him. He was so sad. With a broken toe on his left front paw, he limped in and approached me. I was sitting on the floor and Chris brought him into my apartment.
He looked at me intensely, his eyes told a story. He had lost his beloved owner and been left outside for quite a while. I don't know what he ate or if he had water, but the first thing he wanted was love.
He laid his big head in my lap and my other female dog lay next to him. As if she understood.
I hugged him and gave him the attention he craved. He turned out to be one of the smartest, loving and most loyal dogs I have ever know. We took the dogs everywhere. Dustin and King were loved by everyone. They were so well trained they could walk down a major highway and stay at your side without a leash. King he was extra special. He could read people. He understood things a dog doesn't usually understand.
One day I had to take them both to the veterinarian for their yearly shots. As I pulled into the lot
I noticed only one other car there. A lady was exiting her car and had the back door open. When I let them out, King pulled out of my hand and ran over to the woman. I didn't expect it and was kinda shocked. He ran to the car, about fifteen or so feet from me. I noticed something on the ground as the woman grabbed her purse. All I could see was King grabbing onto what I realized was a toddler!
He had him by the rear end and it appeared he was dragging him.
I screamed his name and he ignored me. I screamed it louder and the woman yelled to leave him alone. So I thought King was actually hurting a child. I couldn't believe my eyes. I ran over and got to the other side of the car as King dropped his package. The woman ran and picked up her small child, she was crying and thanking me. Thanking me? She pointed to a ledge by the back of her car. There was a ten foot drop into a pool of water, and the fence around it was gone. Apparently, King had seen the child and ran over to pull him from the edge. His mother hadn't known the toddler climbed out.
She didn't now there was a drop off. All she knew was that my King, had saved her child. She offered to pay me, and then she wanted to buy him. I told her he was a family member and not ever for sale. She reported it to the local newspaper and they gave him an award.
Most valuable dog. Which I already knew he was.
That was how he was. He truly earned his name...
Sometimes we forget and others we don't let ourselves rememberFolks, I scheduled two blogs and managed to forget them. I missed the blog I scheduled somewhere else on Mama's birthday and one here on Daddy's birthday. How could I have forgotten?
Well, for one thing I have been working hard to get an anthology edited. Yes, that's the reason. Or is it?
Maybe the reason is that I have been editing for clients and reformatting a book to send to my editor. Sure, that's the reason. Editing takes concentration and changing every indent on my 100,000 word manuscript takes time and no brainer work. Or is that the real reason?
Something tells me I'm not ready to write about my parents without washing the keyboard with tears. Daddy's passing I could handle, because it was a blessing. Mama's was unexpected. Maybe 13 years isn't enough for me to gain perspective without tears. But I know they would be proud of my work as a writer and an editor.
Good news! The Gilded Dragonfly Books launch publication is almost here! We will be signing copies of Carousel Déjà Vu Saturday at Peerless Books in Alpharetta, GA at 7 pm.
Jackson Nighttraveller invites special folks to experience the magic of a ride on his carousel in the north Georgia amusement park, Dancing Dragonfly. Nine stories tell what can happen if a rider catches the magic brass ring.
See my invite at www.MaryMarvella.com.
Check out our blog at www.gildeddragonflybooks.wordpress.com
I suspect my parents, Mary Elizabeth McKeown Overby and James Claude Overby, will be there watching over me!
I love winter. I’m not one to suffer from SAD or cabin-fever, but my body does slow down and the mind seems to say, “Okay, if you’re not going to move, I might as well rest too.” I didn’t want that to happen to me this year. I’ve set some pretty aggressive goals for 2013, which is going to be a busy, so I decided before the old year was waving Tata to get myself primed for the coldest months of the year here in the NE USA.
I began to dance in the morning as a form of exercise. I love to dance. My husband not so much. So, the minute my feet hit the floor, I’m struttin’ my stuff to any beat I want. Doing this, my energy level has soared. If you don’t believe me that dancing can do this, here are some articles verifying the benefits of shaling your booty. Check them out.
Another great thing about dancing, you don’t need a video or a special piece of equipment. Just crank up the music and dance. Dance in the sunlight. Dance your way through January and February and into spring.
Another thing I've done, just recently, is to plant vegetable and flower seeds. Yes, it might seem early but they do take time to grow to size that you can transplant. Doing something to prepare for spring really does left the spirits.
Do you have a way to fend off SAD or cabin fever you’d like to share? Or have you seen another article on dancing for health? If so, please share the link.
There is a whole lot of dancing going on in the Texas town of Mule Post. OBSESSED BY WILDIRE will make you chuckle and just have a darn good time.
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It's Valentines day and everyone's mind will go to romance and love and flowers, you know, the mushy stuff. Not me, not this year!
Let me tell you why. I opened my email yesterday and there was a message from an editor. My fingers literally trembled as I opened that message. You see, I've been at this a long, long time and I know that a rapid response from an editor usually bodes ill.
Not this time! The world is cheerful, the birds are singing, and all is right with my world for the moment. My editor, yes, I can now say that! My editor's message was short and to the point. Acceptance of my romantic suspense manuscript, A Matter of Trust. He would be sending a new authors package and contract.
Oh joy! Author! Not writer, but author. I expected to have to wait for at least a few days for the promised contract, but no. Moments later the promised new author welcome packet arrived. When I opened it later, once I arrived home from work, I realized that not only did it contain the promised packet, but my contract.
I immediately took to texting my DH and children, my critique partner, and anyone else I could think of! Success is sweet. This was an over night wonder type of deal. I'd submitted the 19th of January, received a positive response February 8th and a promise of being kicked upstairs for final approval. I told myself to relax this could take weeks or months. But five days later they offered the contract.
Overnight success! It's been a long night though. I submitted my first manuscript in 1984. It was typed on an electric typewriter using carbon paper. For those of you too young to remember, that is a primitive torture process that is better forgotten.
If you have a dream, follow it, stay the course, believe in yourself and your dream. Hang in there and refuse to give up. If you do, you too can be an overnight success.
Happy Valentines Day or first sale day!
I'm still happy dancing that my dark fantasy, Gemini Rising, won first place in Mainstream Novel in the 2012 P&E Poll.
Gemini Rising is available on Amazon and on other sites including the publisher's web site, Double Dragon Publishing. http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-55404-978-4
1. Wilde was born with three middle names. His full name is “Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde” born in Dublin in 1854.
2. His mother, Jane Wilde was a successful poet and Irish nationalist whose pen name was “Sperenza." His father was also an author but more well known for his work as an oto-ophthalmologic and being knighted for his work as an assistant commissioner to the censuses of Ireland.
3. Wilde is an impressive linguist. Home schooled, he was taught French and German and also had working knowledge of Italian and Ancient Greek.
4. Wilde, adding “lecturer” to his array of talents, embarked on a tour of America in 1882 and held talks on a wide variety of subjects from “The English Renaissance” to “Decorative Art.”
5. Wilde married Constance Lloyd on May 29, 1884 and had two sons, Cyril and Vyvyan. Cyril fought and died in World War I in the Battle of Festubert in France where he is buried. Vyvyav changed his last name to Holland, like his mother, after his father’s imprisonment and went on to become a translator for the BBC and author of the autobiography 'Son of Oscar Wilde' (1954). Vyvyans son and Wilde’s grandson, Merlin Holland, published the Oscar Wilde biography 'A Portrait of Oscar Wilde' (2008).
6. Though thought of as an author, he only published one novel, The Portait of Dorian Gray (1891).
7. He was an advocate of socialism and in his only political essay 'The Soul of Man under Socialism' (1891) Wilde expounds an anarchist philosophy.
8. Before his death due to cerebral meningitis he was conditionally baptized in the Catholic Church.
9. Oscar Wilde’s last words were “My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go.”
10. His famous tomb was designed by Sir Jacob Epstein, whose ashes were placed alongside Wilde in the structure in 1950 per his request. The Angel statue adorning the tomb was originally installed with male genitalia which has since been vandalized.
From: IRISH CENTRAL: http://www.irishcentral.com/roots/Ten-ten-interesting-facts-about-Irish-literary-legend-Oscar-Wilde-168254086.html