Catherine

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I am a published novelist and a language arts teacher. I write paranormal romance, young adult and historical fiction.

Writers as Daydreamers

As a child, I enjoyed daydreaming, studying clouds, and thinking up ideas about their shapes. My imagination often took flight by glancing outside.

Daydreaming sometimes seems like a waste of time, but for a writer, it can be time well spent.

I used to think that you had to “sweat” out getting the words for a story down. Oddly, words and stories “appeared” in my mind when I was busy doing other things such as making the bed, creating a salad, or simply looking at clouds. So, when a case of writer’s block struck, a friend suggested daydreaming, and it helped.

To me daydreaming allows for the free flow of ideas which aid the imagination. Of course, you have to write something later on if you are writing a story, but a daydream might lead to it.

Dreams in general are open to interpretation, and I have longed kept a dream journal. Although I consulted dream dictionaries, I found that writing the dreams down and interpreting them on my own to be more reliable than a dictionary on dreams. Night time dreams can also inspire storytelling as your subconscious works things out, and also can provide a narrative which can be a source for a story. In Sacred Fires, my paranormal story, the prologue scene came from a dream I had of a young couple in ancient Aztec times who must escape from a ruthless high priest who wants to separate them. I connected the past to the present time in the story through the notion of reincarnation.

If you’re struggling on coming up with a story, try daydreaming or use your nocturnal dreams. Keep a notebook nearby.

Happy dreams!

Summertime and the living is easy … or so they say

Summertime always manages to fly by. Perhaps due to the progression of the years, or being super busy, or doing the need to catch up things at home, but before I know it, it’s another Labor Day weekend.

From the bittersweetness of youth, I recall with fondness the feeling of freedom come July, the barbeques, the beach time, and time to spend with family and friends which I might not have otherwise. Summer comes and summer goes, and season follows season.

This summer in particular had its ups and downs. I did manage to clean out a few closets, read some wonderful books, write (a little bit more), and get to the gym (when I could). The high points being time with family, near and far, a visit to cousins in Ireland, a trip to family in Oklahoma, and the gathering with friends. I will carry those sweet memories with me into the cooling days of autumn. A road tour around the lovely picturesque towns in Cornwall, England which included a tour of the film setting for my beloved BBC show Doc Martin offered an opportunity to learn a bit more of British culture and history. The low point came with the death of my beloved dog Murphy. He had been in our family for eleven years, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. Summer had always been our quality time with trips to the parks and longer walks at sunset.

Soon it will be time to pack away the beach bag, the travel totes, and gear up for a busy autumn. Like the myriad photos captured by my phone’s camera, memories will be there for me to reflect upon and remind me that summer does return.

Murphy

Murphy celebrated his birthday on April 1st.

… more than a pet

He came to us as an eight week old rescue, a mixed Black Labrador retriever, and a “replacement” pet for Maxi, the Yellow Labrador who died months earlier. I resisted getting another dog until a co-worker, animal lover herself, who noticed how much I grieved over Maxi, kept hounding me to get a dog. I felt that if I do get another dog, it would be a mixed breed but mostly Labrador and a puppy. I also wanted to rescue a dog.

So, in the Spring of 2008, I began to search websites, pet adoption days at Petco and other places, and still no dog. I came across an ad for a Black Labrador retriever, and within a week, I found our puppy through a dog rescue in Lyndhurst, New Jersey.

Murphy came to us in June 2008. He had been a rescue from somewhere in North Carolina, emaciated, and filled with worms. We took him in, got him healthier, and he thrived with a bit of TLC.

Although initially we took him for training at the Petco obedience dog training school, it was Murphy who “trained us”. Over the years, eleven of them, we bonded with Murphy. He also gave us a lot of love, loyalty, laughter, and purpose. In addition, he welcomed everyone to our home even if they didn’t like dogs as much as we did.

This month we learned that Murphy’s time with us would soon end. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It had spread from his liver to his lungs, and there was nothing the vets could do to save him. We had to bid our final and sad farewell to him at the animal hospital. I experienced a similar pain of grief with my last dog, Maxi, and it is never easy.

Now I understand why people have so-called therapy dogs or cats or parrots or whatever. They provide so much — unconditional love, companionship, and protection — they truly are therapy.

I will miss you, Murphy! May you rest in peace!

Walking most evenings with Murphy was a pleasure.