What Used to Be

I just discovered the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.  I don't binge watch.  With me it's one episode at a time.    I like the story, but I also like that it is set in the late fifties.  It reminds me of how it used to be.   There are parties where people talk and have fun.  No one is staring at a screen texting someone.  Department stores offered a shopping experience with actual sales help.

When the telephone rang people they were real calls not a social security scam.

You can get that I'm a little tired of now.  The 24/7 pace where you're always accessible by mail or text.  There was a time, not even that long ago when you left work at the end of the day and were out of touch until you returned the next morning.  You dropped off the mail at the end of the day and no one got back to you a few minutes later with something to do.

And you didn't have to keep figuring out how to do something on a computer.  If you wanted stationery you went to a shop and they designed it for you.

I think I spent too much time dealing with QuickBooks and the stress of it all lingers on.

The perfect example.  We're babysitting for my grandson and can't figure out how to turn on the cable.  What happened to the days when installing meant plugging in.

Progress

I'm busy.  A deadline is approaching. I'm working hard to meet it. But I've also been working on lots of edits for the prior book I was under deadline for.

Will I meet that deadline?  Yes, I'm working hard, but there are still other things interfering with it so I can't be sure. I'm stressed, but it's a good kind of stress to be under.

So, instead of writing more here now, I'd better get back to work!

Friday's Desire

Can it be the middle of August?  I'm rushing to finish MIXED KNOTS while dealing with the rest of my life.  I'm not able to shut myself away from the daily disasters dumped at my feet.

Take me away with you , Casey.  I want to wander through the fog and silky sands of the Vista Del Mar beach. I could do with hanging out with some yarn lovers, working our needles and hooks while shooting the breeze.

But for now it's all just in my imagination and turning into words on a page.

Who Am I?

Well, I know I'm Linda O. Johnston.  A writer. One who enjoys writing mostly mysteries and romances, and includes dogs in them as much as possible.

And that leads to more of who I am. As I write this, I'm wearing a new T-shirt I ordered online. It says "dogaholic."  That's me. I'm also a cynophilist--which is another word for dogaholic.

I also learned, after reading a blog post by a friend, that I'm a cruciverbalist. What's that? Someone who loves crossword puzzles.

I'm a blogger, since that's what I'm doing now--preparing this blog post. I also blog on other sites.

Then there are the family related descriptions. Some include that I'm a wife, a mom, a  m-i-l, a grandmother.  Oh, and a doggy mom.

One thing that's fun about all this, especially since my writer mind is always searching not only for ideas but ways to write about them, is that my vocabulary can always be increased, no matter how many words I already know. So can my ability to describe myself.

Fun!

So what words describe you?