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Writing from the Dark Side

Heh! I started out calling this blog post "Blogging from the Darkside" and then went to "Writing from the Darkside" and then went on to finally arrive at "Pubbing from the Darkside".  This little tidbit of information should be able to give you a little hint over what has been happening at the Oliver Homestead since I last posted.

Big News! I am part of a great collaboration with a collection of Writers who decided that if a romance book should be done, it should be done by us! Hence, the beginning of what is now know as Welcome to Serenity Harbor, Maine.

This is huge! This is ginormous! All of the books are set around the fictional coastal Maine town of Serenity Harbor. We didn't limit genre, only that their characters fall in love in Maine.

For me, this was a return to something that I love... well, yes... it was a return to writing. I've blogged a little bit about some of my struggles with illness that left with being unable to write for a whi…

Searching for the view

It was only when I started thinking about analogies that I realized that I was working my way through a fog so thick that I could only trust that there was something on the other side. I'm working on the plotting or "dirty work" and I really feel that it's coming together. And, it was during this time that I remembered something that had happened on a trip to Vermont a couple of summers a go. I had taken the kids on a spur of the moment trip to Vermont. On the last day of the trip I had gathered the kids up early and made our way down the historic Route 7a from Rutland to Bennington. We'd enjoyed a brisk morning view of the surrounding mountains as I led the kids on a historic adventure. But we still had a long way to go. And, since this was before I had bought my GPS, I found myself plotting a course on the Molly Stark byway. Now, to be completely honest, parts of the trip did seem very familiar to me. It wasn't uncommon for my parents to take us on trips to Vermont growing up. But as we began to climb and the road became steadily tilting in a northerly direction I had that niggling sensation that was creeping up my spine. There was that odd familiarity knocking at my door. And, it would seem that it knocking on my sons door as well. Despite the fact that Will had never been on the road before he was becoming increasingly anxious from his spot on the backseat. The fog began to close in around us and my speed reduced and we all began to edge forward in our seats. As we crested the top of the mountain the fog had created a shield around the car leaving only a few feet of viewing. But at that moment I knew exactly where I was. I knew perfectly what it looked like without the fog and I was able to reassure my son that beyond tha fog and beyond that fear was a beautiful view. Hogback Mountain. I remember it from my childhood. (if you'd like to see it clearly you can check out Steve Borichevsky's Shooting My Universe Blog with beautiful views of the mountain.) Anyway, we descended the mountain with little problem other than some harsh wear on the new brakes my husband had installed just before the trip. I remember very clearly the moment we came out of the fog. To our right was an orchard and it sparkled with the mist. Totally beautiful. Our reward for perservering. Writing this mystery is very personal, very hard to deal with emotionally and sometimes I can't quite see where I'm going. But I do know that when I come out the other side it will be worth the experience.


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