Waiting, Waiting, Waiting...

Does anyone remember the theme song for the old television western, Rawhide? (That's dating me, I know.) "Roll'em, Roll'em, Roll'em..." That melody circles around my brain like the wagons circled around for protection during the night stops.



Why is it so difficult to wait? Remember waiting for Christmas when you were a kid? Or for your birthday? Agonizing...then suddenly it was here...and then it was over! Even as adults we prepare for a special event like an anniversary or Christmas, and then realize, suddenly it seems,
it's over.



Or a pregnant woman waiting for the delivery of her child. Talk about waiting! Then, suddenly,
the pangs begin and the waiting is over. Years ago, when a friend was seriously overdue, I stumbled onto a great "waiting" verse that describes it well:



"This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what's coming.
It aches for the coming--it can hardly wait!
And it doesn't lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It's on its way. It will come right on time"
(Habakkuk 2:3, The Message).



I've been playing the waiting game lately.



I'm waiting with the rest of my family, for the sale of our house, so we can get on with the excitement of choosing a new house in a new town in a new state. There have been some
lookers but no offers yet. Roller-coaster time. We get the call. The realtor wants to bring clients through. Grab up the laundry; stuff it in the washing machine. Check the table tops;
look under the edge of the bed. Turn on all the lights for that warm ambience (but turn on
the A/C because it's pushing 90 outside). Ready, set, get out of the way...



I'm waiting for the release of a revised edition my book: ENDING ELDER ABUSE: A Family Guide, promised for months, scheduled momentarily. Each rumble of the UPS truck sends me running to the door to peek for a large carton on the doorstep...



And just this morning, following a chronological Bible reading plan, I came to the now-familiar
Habakkuk passage and thrilled with recognition. Prophetic for me? Maybe today? Not really, but the concept is surely applicable. Wait for it...wait for it...it will surely come, and suddenly
the waiting will be over and we'll be into the next step, whether it is promoting a book, or committing to a new house purchase and finalizing the logistics of relocating...



What are you waiting for? Wait for it...It will come...suddenly...

If Walls Could Talk...

The For-Sale sign is up. Now the waiting begins as various people troop through the house passing judgments on its desirability. How could anyone not find it irresistible?

Lots of history in these rooms.

Falling in love with the sprawling avocado tree, visible from the entry hall the first day we came through the front door...

Our first son's firsts: words, steps, birthday. I was out of flour on the day of his first birthday and improvised a cake made with Bisquick. A bit lop-sided, but the toddler seemed thrilled...

Our second son's birth, and all his firsts, including trying to swallow a cabinet doorknob, followed by a ride in a police car to the ER...

Oh, yes, the first haircuts...at home...we didn't take kids to salons in those days...

The choice to bring my husband's elderly mother into our home in her waning years...that extended to fourteen years, during the last eight of which she was semi-comatose and bedbound...

The years of school, church, Little League, golf, music, college...first son's marriage...a miracle grandson...

Saying goodbye to my husband of 43 years after two years of aneurysm problems...

Launching second son in a new career, new town...

Merging of households with first son's family...

The Thanksgiving dinner we cooked on hotplates and crockpots with the kitchen all sealed off during extensive remodel...

Marriage of second son...on the hottest day of August in Inland Empire California...

Watching the grandson go through all the same schools as his dad and uncle had...seeing him graduate in the same colors...same school logo...sending him off to university...

And those are just the minimum highlights...I'll think of a zillion more, but to adapt a quote from a far better book than mine: "If every one of [the events] were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written" (John 21:25).

Choices? Changes? Challenges? Yes to all three. But isn't that life? Bring'em on. I prefer to make them, take them, and live them as they come. After all, what other choice do I have?

Breaking through the funk...

Everyday life is full of choices, changes and challenges for each of us, but so, also, is the writing life.

Challenges: As I purge and pack the accumulation of many, many years in my present residence in preparation for a move later this year, I feel a bit overwhelmed by the writing projects looming before me. Well into the current novel, WEDDING AT NEW CANA, I seem to have developed -- shhh -- writer's block. With the mess of packing around me, I just don't seem to be able to break through.

Choices: Timing! This morning's e-mail brought an invitation from Randy Ingermanson via his own writers' blog: http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/blog/2010/05/24/got-a-question-get-an-answer/ Holler for help and see what kind of lifeline Randy throws me.

I sent my question: Lois Hudson Says: May 25th, 2010 at 7:22 am "I have been developing plot lines for several novels that I envisioned as stand-alones; however, current advice recommends series proposals. The only thing that might connect my stories besides the era (pre- and post-WWII) is the possibility of placing them all in one town. That was not my original intention–even had mapped out the towns in which they take place. Now I’m almost overwhelmed in planning out the way the stories might overlap if I move the characters into the one town. Then I must insert mention of the characters in the current WIP which is already 12 chapters going. Any recommendations on laying it out? I think I need a huge grid of dates, plot lines, where the characters can intersect, etc. It has me frozen. Thanks for the Q&A options."

At least it was action taken. It got me out of the frustrated funk I was in yesterday.

Changes: In the meantime I have pulled everything out of two large - very large - closets to purge and pack. I'm a saver. Everything anybody has ever given me immediately becomes sacred, never to be thrown or given away. Books, especially! But I'm learning. All the household organizational gurus insist we must cut half of what we've accumulated. I've learned that if I do my purging one day, then look at the saved pile the next day, I can usually get rid of another third. That's real change for me.

It's a bit different with the stories. Publishers are looking for series possibilities now instead of stand-alone novels. How can I merge and manage the populations of several towns, and intertwine their stories in such a way that one story emerges from the one before, seamlessly and naturally? Has anyone else dealt with this, or a similar challenge? Tell me about it.

P.S. I highly recommend Randy Ingermanson's blog as well as all the other writing help he offers at his website: http://www.ingermanson.com/. Check him out!