This has been a tough year, no two ways around it. In the last eight months, I have lost a sister, an aunt, and now, my niece. Since last I wrote, my sister’s 37-year-old daughter–who was also my mother’s caregiver–died suddenly of a non-COVID infection.
We have been scrambling. I know I am not alone in this. Maybe you have lost someone, too.
As 2020 ticks down to its end, I heartily reiterate everything I said in my August post, Why We Need Emilie Loring Right Now. “A moment’s rest, a shot of humor, and an infusion of encouragement can work wonders.”
So here’s a bit of good news in 2020: The list of Emilie Loring e-books now includes thirteen of her original thirty titles. Each of these has a corresponding entry on our Bookshelf page, here.
If you find The Dragon Slayer, it’s not a new story. That’s the title used in Britain for Here Comes the Sun!
The list of partially ghostwritten titles has also grown. Only Look to the Stars, Behind the Cloud, and Love With Honor are missing from that group.
Isn’t it wonderful to live awhile in a lovely place where exciting things are happening? That’s what Emilie Loring’s books do for me.
As the pandemic continues, and we live ever more within the walls of our homes, I’m reminded of Emilie Loring when gasoline was rationed during World War II. All pleasure driving was prohibited, so she sat right down and wrote stories set in the places she wished she could visit.
Resilience 101, by Emilie Loring!
The trick is to nurture change. We get dull when we are still, when our environments are static. That’s the time to move things around, move ourselves around, try something new, take our thoughts to someplace new.
A vision of one of those evenings, with sound effects, flashed on the screen of Prue’s mind. Snow piled high, wind shrieking around the corners of the house, a shutter flapping, flitting batlike shadows on the ceiling, and she absorbed in a seed catalog. Entertaining! She valiantly transmuted a groan into a laugh.Hilltops Clear
My nearly eight-month-old granddaughter is here, and she changes nearly moment-to-moment. My ninety-four-year-old mother is also here, and she craves experience. We’re cooking and painting and beginning projects for Christmas.
Trusting that the universe will be on my side, I resume the helm of Emilie’s biography and our communications here. Tonight, I Hear Adventure Calling.
Happy Landings, everyone!