John’s brother is staying with us this week. He only flies into Fort Wayne a couple times a year, so it’s always nice to see him and catch up. This time, we’re doing whatever strikes our fancy, and it’s been really nice. We went to the new River Promenade and walked the entire park, then ended up at Barnes and Noble. It’s a personal sin to walk out of that building with no books, so…. what can I say? We bought a few. One of them was a new bird book because my old one finally fell apart and died.
My bird feeders make me happy. We have a crabapple tree that blooms right outside one of our side windows, and we have four birdfeeders and suet hanging there. I have more sparrows than anyone needs, nuthatches, chickadees, tufted titmice, blue jays, cardinals, finches, three different kinds of woodpeckers, and sometimes wrens. I throw peanuts under the tree, and we have fox squirrels and black squirrels,and too many chipmunks. We have more, but they’re not regulars, but I love watching them. Our new neighbor across the street, who’s a super nice man, put up a birdfeeder station in his front yard. He owns a construction company and built it himself. It’s huge. It makes our feeders look second-rate, but my birds still come. There are enough to share. And that makes me happy.
Friends and family make me happy, but I’m really blessed with friends who care about my writing. And that’s wonderful. I’ve heard writers who don’t get much support. I’ve never had that problem. My friends have always told me it was just a matter of time before I sold books. They tell me often that they believe in me. Sometimes, they believe in me more than I do. How lucky can a girl get? And I belong to a writers’ group who critique each other AND offer encouragement and support. And I’ve known some of them for so long, they’re extra special to me. And their opinions matter. A lot. So when ANY of us finds success, it makes me happy.
Reviews make me happy. Not ALL reviews. There are always a few that make me wince, want to paint my forehead with ashes, and sulk, but MOST reviews. The ones who say the series just keeps getting better make my day. And this time, for the first time, a reader told me that she read the recipe I put at the end of my book and went right out and bought the ingredients she needed to make the steak tips over buttered noodles, and she LOVED them. BLISS!
When a writer I respect and admire reads one of my books and gives it a great review, it’s AWESOME! Reading really well done books makes me happy. Reading favorite authors who deliver lifts my evenings.
When one of my daughters or grandsons call to talk about anything, it makes me happy. And spending time with my DH, who to this day thinks he got lucky when he met me (silly man) makes me happy.
And yes, if you read this list, you know that I count myself a pretty fortunate person. So do I have a skip in my step and hum a happy tune when I walk? Heck no. I’m still the borderline grumpy person I’ve always been, because it’s in my nature. And as much as I love writing, some days I curse it and fuss. Because life’s like that. I guess the Universe doesn’t want us to get bored by making things too easy. But for right now, I’m spending time playing and having fun, and I’m feeling pretty happy:)
Hope you are, too. Happy writing, all!