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How Cliché: Va-Va Voom


Though the end of the cliche alphabet draws near, there are still plenty of tired but true phrases to explore. Today’s focus is on “V”

  • Vanish into thin air: to disappear suddenly
  • Variety is the spice of life: experiencing the new and different can add meaning to one’s experience
  • Vent your spleen: keeping anger held inside can have physical consequences
    NOTE: way long ago, the spleen was once considered the center of emotions. Valentine’s Day would be quite different if that thought had remained.
  • Nothing ventured, nothing gained: giving something a try is a consideration
  • Vertically challenged: a polite term for short
  • Vested interest: personal stakes are involved
  • Vicious circle: going right back to where it all started, and not always in a good way
  • A hollow victory: sometimes there is an unexpected cost to winning that can seem to be a loss
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Any other “V” clichés to add?

Bard Bits: Spring


Having grown up in a town surrounded by the country, William Shakespeare was comfortable and familiar with the onset of spring. Since the 20th marks the beginning of spring, according to my Dollar Store calendar, here is WS’s tribute to spring in a poem appropriately titled “Spring.”

When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo:
Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo:
Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

For those interested in analyzing possible intent in his words, click “here.

Being Shakespeare, it is par for the course that he would mix in references to country life, marriage, and the season. There are times I wonder if WS would have found a niche as a country western singer had he traveled in this era.

Bookish Thoughts: Reading Fast Asleep


For me, reading a book involves holding a physical copy (preferably a hardcover) whilst sitting in my cozy window-side lounger or pillow plumped in bed. First preference is lounging in my hammock on an agreeable summer’s day.

THE way to read a book

The point here is I’m doing the work of assimilating the words, turning the pages, creating character voices as I progress through the book.

I’m not a fan of e-books as they are not as friendly when there is a need to flip back to consult a passage. All that flipping and scrolling feels like I need to hurry. Admittedly they are useful on trips as they are device ready and more convenient than packing two or three books.

The option of audio books is popular and a form I’m trying out as a sleep aid. Many readers I know gush about the book they are listening to, discussing the reader’s narrative brilliance (or complaining of their incompetence).

I’ve relied on audio books on long car trips and to me that’s their best use. Lately though I’ve taken to downloading audiobooks through Libby because, true confession, they lull me to sleep. No worries, I don’t sleep if I’m driving. It’s that time of year when sleep routine is disturbed.

Waking too early due to time changes means staring into the dark hoping to back to sleep. My soothing sounds app of ocean, wind, or bird song sometimes works.

Yet, the best solution so far to drift off to sleep is downloading an audio book. It must be that ingrained childhood somnolent of being read to, that conditioned reflex to relax into sleep land.

One problem is waking up and realizing I have no idea what is happening in the plot, creating some concern and confusion. Another problem is taking a liking to the story and wanting to read it, only to discover the library does not carry a physical copy.

I tend to download children’s books as they are brief, usually clocking in at five hours. I spent on weekend afternoon listening to the Penderwicks at Last, having read the other books in print.

But unless I’m driving, or trying to fall back asleep, I can’t just sit and listen to the story—I need to be active. I know some people do housework while listening, or they plug in while exercising. Those activities aren’t on my first-pick list. My solution is to take up crocheting. One needle is about all I can manage.

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I still prefer my books in print, yet a good story being read to me is a win win situation—I either get some shut eye or get a few more rows done.

Thoughts on audio books?

Word Nerd: What’s New?


Words are commodities that come and go in any language. Old words can take on new meanings. And some words get dropped, while others get inserted into the everyday lexicon. Below are some new entries to the dictionary. How many do you use? Or for that matter, how many do you see having validity?

For ease of assimilating the words are corralled into categories:

FANDOM

  • Trekkies: fans of the Star Trek universe (and has been around since William Shatner flexed his gold shirt)
  • Swifties: all those Tay-Tay fans proudly acknowledge this term
  • Janeites: those who favor Jane Austen

SCIENCE

  • nanoplastic: unfortunately, this is a reality because plastic really never goes away

FOOD

  • smashburger: plump is out and squashed is in

BUSINESS

  • purple squirrel: the ideal person employers are looking for, obviously hypothetical in existence

Apparently over 1,500 words have been added to the dictionary. If interested how a word earns that coveted placement read here.

What words have you heard being tossed about that you deem dictionary worthy?

Reader Roundup: February 2026


Winter flung its last fling in February providing enough snow to cause much joy and celebration for those seeking a skication. No longer a slope aficionado sought solace by reading a few decent books with only a couple rating a good read.

It’s difficult to find a book about Shakespeare that isn’t a good read. Having no remembrance of where I pick this up, I am glad to have found it on my Shakespeare shelf. Yes, I do have one bookshelf dedicated to Shakespeare.

Anyway–

Ann Donnelly provides a slim yet expansive guide providing an informative overview of Shakespeare. The title aptly reflects what is covered and the accompanying illustrations complement the text well. It nudges me closer to flying across the pond for a Shakespeare-driven holiday.

The other good read is once again a volume of The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brower. This one was volume 8 and unfortunately it is the last volume until Ms. Brower provides further entries to Miss Emma’s life. I have to admit I became somewhat distraught upon finishing this book knowing there are no further Emma journals to peruse. They honestly are addicting.

Apparently, in some reading circles, these slim excursions have become quite popular, and at my local library there is often a waiting list for them. The plain cover belies the wit, the wink of wordplay, the hint of Austen that is present in each entry. I am truly having a difficult time finding other reads that I enjoy quite so well.

The truly odd thing was that they came to my attention via my husband, who began reading them upon the recommendation of another fellow reader. I usually recommend books to the hubs, not the other way around. His snorks of laughter as he read them initiated my curiosity and I confess I would have ignored the non-descript little books on the popular reads shelf otherwise.

Has anyone else discovered Emma M. Lion?

Absolute Lunacy


Solar eclipses seem to garner all the attention, yet lunar eclipses are so much easier to view since no special glasses are needed. The one downside is the lateness of the hour required to experience them.

No problem. I had a plan in place.
I was especially determined to watch this lunar eclipse because a)I only caught one planet out of the six from the previous night planetary alignment and b)this eclipse was purported to be “blood red.” Ooh, intriguing.

I camped out in my office knowing I didn’t want to get too comfortable as I was now on my luney adventure (see what I did there?). I thought I would go to bed around 8 pm and get up at 1 am, when the moon show would be starting. I made a mistake. I started reading The Award and the plot tension got me so wired I stayed up and finished the book, which resulted in a cat nap not the five-hour sleep time originally planned.

1am-ish
Coat on, Uggs on, blanket wrapped I set out.
Just a sliver of dark on the left.
Back to bed reset alarm.

1:45 am
About a half window shade covered the moon.
Too cold to stick around: reset alarm to 3:05

Back to bed. Deep sleep dreaming about watching eclipse woke me up before the alarm.

2:55 am
Back in moon watch mode I peek outside. It’s happening!
It’s so silent. No cars trekking up and down the road. No train whistles blowing through their six crossings. I spot a couple of browsing deer in the neighboring yard grazing. They winkle their ears at me with a “Whatreyoudoingup?” look.

Time to commit. I grab another blanket, position my chair. It’s not easy to avoid the light glare from the nearby parking lot and commercial buildings—so much for the city’s new Night Sky ordinance. I zip up my winter jacket and decide to grab the binoculars–not much of an enhancement, actually.

After setting down a chair cushion (plastic Adirondack chairs are unforgiving at 35 degrees) I observe the moon is now just about covered and the bottom is glowing with just a crack of light, reminding me of the peek of light under the bedroom door when everyone is supposed to be sleeping and someone is reading past their usual bedtime.

The moon wasn’t exactly the touted “blood red”– it’s not even looking like a nocturnal tomato in the sky. It’s more like a shadowy Sunkist orange.

3:23 am
The moon at this point is a dusky peach and according to the moon news, the eclipse is at its maximum.

And so–
How much more of this fabulous night sky event do I want to embrace?

Waiting. Watching. Fairly warm. More waiting. More watching. Still cozy despite fingers freezing from typing my thoughts (because I know I will not remember much in the morning). This camping out reminds me of when I went snow camping in college. I didn’t feel the need to repeat that experience. Cold is cold no matter how many surrounding layers try to convince otherwise.

I do confess of liking a cold bedroom when sleeping. Sitting out in the cold is different than a chilly room with a warm comforter. It’s brisk now–the 34-degree night air is invigorating—for the moment. I could use my old down sleeping bag. Note to self for next eclipse (3 years?)

I’m kind of warm. I’m watching. And getting a little bored of waiting. Time to go in and get a quick snack. It’s not like the moon is going anywhere. Fig bars, applesauce, and quick swig of protein drink later I’m ready for more lunar eclipse experience.

No matter how I settle I am cold. That one-degree dip really is a different story now in comfort because I can’t get comfortable. The moon hasn’t changed much, and the lunar news says the entire process is about 5 hours, meaning by 6 am the show is over. I don’t have another 2 and a half hours in me. I don’t even have two minutes.

I relinquish my moon watch and retreat inside. I shed the Uggs, my coat, my hat, my gloves, and the blankets. I nestle under comforter on the spare bed in my office.

I awake at 5 am and rush outside to see if there is anything left to see, but the moon has slipped near the mountain and is naught but a pale round gleaming behind a veil of cloud.

Epilogue:
I saw the moon and the moon saw me. I tell the hubs all about in the morning as he had wisely stayed in bed asleep.

The Writer Life: Nope, but thanks


The writer life for me started back in the early eighties when I began submitting stories to various publications. The process back then was tedious compared to today. With no online presence (because of no Internet) finding sources usually came through newsletters or thumbing through the Writer’s Digest annual publication guide. Not much up-to-the-minute information.

Finding a market meant typing out the manuscript, accompanied by a query/cover letter on my Smith-Corona electric (no computers and no laptops yet). Then making a copy involving going to Kinko’s and standing in line at the copier (no computer, meant no home printers). After that came labeling the envelope and enclosing a SASE (self-addressed stamp envelope–do we even do that anymore?) and standing in line at the post office, doling out appropriate postage. After that came the wait.

A good day meant receiving an acceptance letter and a contract in the mail (no cell phones so no text or email notification)
A bad day meant getting not getting my manuscript returned with a form rejection letter.
A tolerable day meant getting my manuscript returned with a personal rejection turn down letter.

Zip up to the present and most of the process is streamlined. My laptop and printer and cut down considerable typing and copying time. Email expedites submissions (most publishers/agents/editors only accept electronic submissions) and rarely do I visit the post office, except to send out a book to a fortunate raffle winner from a book signing. BTW: I wholeheartedly support my post office–please stick around.

As for those form rejection letters. The electronic age has made them land in my email box with ease and alacrity, which is both good and bad news. Agents and publishers all have their stock, polite pass replies, or what I call the “Nope, this doesn’t work/isn’t what I’m looking for, but thanks for thinking of me.”

I used to keep the paper rejection turn down letters from my former days, and then decided “What’s the point?” It’s not like I’m an Austen or a Bradbury and some university would be delighted to have my correspondence for their library. Big bonfire later, my files are thinner and I have a sense of moving forward. I did appreciate some of the personal letters, or at least the form ones that had a fast handwritten line or two of encouragement. Those bolstered my Eeyore days of mild complaint of why write, what’s the use?

Yesterday, I sat down for a goodly portion of the day and sent out queries to several agents. Most agents use Query Tracker which is super because it is efficient and easy to use. I keep track of the turn down replies and store them in an email folder. Once again, I thought to myself, “What’s the point?” and began deleting them. I began to notice a wide range of styles. Some are abrupt, some are encouraging, but most are obviously a template with no personal touch. I understand that. Some agents get smacked with submissions and don’t have time to personally reply. Some don’t even reply at all. Here are some examples of how the electronic age has evolved in so nicely and politely turning down a manuscript:

Thank you for the opportunity to review your picture book texts. While I appreciate being considered to represent you and your work, unfortunately, I will be passing on this. I have to be very selective in taking on new clients, and though your work has many merits, it’s not a fit for my list at this time.

I actually felt good about being turned down, even though I knew it was 98% form letter.

We appreciate your thinking of [publishing company], but this story isn’t right for our very small list.

Not a fan of the short, succinct.

Thank you for your submission. I appreciate the opportunity consider [project]. After careful review, I will be stepping aside. I wish you the best of luck in your publishing endeavors.

This is a step up from the first example because my project is mentioned, and with the phrase “stepping aside” I feel like the agent is allowing someone else the opportunity to take on the project. And it’s always appreciated to have a bit of exclamatory encouragement.

This next email arrived this morning (I had queried yesterday–that was fast). It is the first personal turn down I have received in ever so long. This is a new agent and perhaps they haven’t been hammered by a deluge of submissions yet, so they have time to be more personable. Or they are just considerate. I’m going more with the latter.

Unfortunately, [project] isn’t what I’m looking for right now, so I’ll be passing with regrets. (You’ve got a nice YA voice, but the opening pages didn’t jump into a scene as quickly as I would have liked. I also worry that this concept won’t stand out in a crowded market.) Thank you for considering me, and very best of luck with your other queries.

This combines a form letter with a personal, constructive statement, which provides me more insight on what this agent is looking for and definitely takes some of the sting of getting yet another turn down. I can work with this and will absolutely query this agent with another project, one more in line of their interest.

So-

I’m curious. To you other writers out there:

What are your thoughts on receiving turn down letters? Do you have some stand outs to share?

Bard Bits: Dusting off Bill


Yup, I’m a Shakespeare fan. I even reference my appreciation as a Bardinator, meaning I’ll be back for more in a determined manner (sans the accent).

Some use the term Bardolator, but I can’t say I idealize Shakespeare. I’m still learning about him, hence my given term, since I keep coming back for more.

Really real or not so real—that used to be my question

But I used to think WS was a phoney baloney.

*Gasp*

I know.

I fault my public education’s failure to introduce me to Shakespeare. Nothing in elementary or middle school and just a squeak of a mention in high school. Okay, I did watch Zefferelli’s R&J in the theater and was caught up in the drama, although understanding the dialogue was challenging. That Renaissance English floated over my adolescent head.

I didn’t fully understand Shakespeare beyond I knew he wrote some famous plays and had some poetry creds.

Then I got my teaching gig and realizing Romeo and Juliet was in the curriculum I quickly got myself up to speed.

Long story short I became known as the Shakespeare Lady at school. And over the years have had a fine time getting to know more about the Bard of Avon.

I even visited the Folger Library, which brings me to the important point: even though Shakespeare is such an incredible influence why is there so little known about him?

That niggling doubt of “Was Bill for real?” pops up. Which brings me to the discovery of this article.

It makes sense doesn’t it? Why haven’t historians done the CSI thing sooner and dust for prints or his DNA before?

To think a bit of William might be found cozied in books he could have read is fairly cool. It makes me rethink how much of me is left behind in all those books I’ve read.

I’m with David Tennant on the question of whether or not of Bill. I don’t really care. I simply enjoy his works. And I’ll be back for more.

So far, So good


January proved to be a five star month. Most of my choices became memorable reads, whetting my appetite to search out more good great reads for my 2026 Good Reads reading challenge. I almost hit my wishful thinking number of 200 books last year. January’s five star reads:

The Book of Lost Hours by Hayley Gelfuso

sci-fi/magical/romance/adventure

The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion (4 out of 8 read and now waiting patiently for the others to get returned)

Witty, captivating, and addictive

Time and Again by Jack Finney

cult classic time travel set in 1970s/1882 New York

The Song of Hartgrove Hall by Natasha Solomon’s

Think Downton Abbey with emphasis on music

How is your reading challenge coming along?

Celebrating Winter‘s Drink of (my) Choice


While frosty beverage choices abound in summer, there are only a few a couple worth mentioning when discussing a warm up in winter.

To clarify—this discussion concerns itself with non-alcoholic options. Oh, and I don’t do coffee. So, that leaves—

hot cider not mulling about life

Hot cider immediately brings to mind homemade donuts. Sleigh rides somewhere hovering with that thought.

Over the years I’ve shied away from hot cider, probably because most of my experiences are from gatherings where packets of the stuff sit in the basket next to tea packets. The water from the big silver urn is always scalding hot making the first sip excruciating and by the time I think it’s cool enough to drink the hot cider is now tepid cider and has lost its appeal.

Hot Mulled Cider Day is celebrated on September 30–much too early, and seems to hasten the end of fall and evoke the arrival of winter.

And what’s mulled got to do with cider? Hot cider is simply heating up apple cider whereas mulled cider is simmering apple cider with cinnamon and spices along with oranges bits or even cranberries.

If they could package that up I might think more kindly about hot cider.

cocoa or hot chocolate?

The next choice is my go-to-winter warm up. I confess I drink it throughout the year (especially on rainy days).

There is a difference between cocoa and hot chocolate though. Hot cocoa is sweeter and lighter—think Swiss Miss packets, while hot chocolate (real hot chocolate) is melted chocolate mixed with cream creating a rich, almost decadent drink.

I sipped and savored several menu offerings as part of my research for an article about where to find cocoa/hot chocolate locally in my fair town. Ah—the perks of being a freelancer.

Inspired, I dabbled and have created my own mix trying to find that middle ground between easy and savory. A mug of my mix sometimes suffices as supper it is so filling and satisfying.

The wonder of hot cocoa/chocolate is how amenable it is to additions–flavors ranging from raspberry to hazelnut and then there is whipped cream, marshmallows. So much versatility *Yum*

If you missed Hot Cocoa Day on December 13th, you can celebrate Hot Chocolate Day January 31. That’s right, it’s time to fill your mug and settle in and enjoy the perfect warm up.

I hope to take advantage of my Panera $2 off coupon to honor the day. I’ll also buy a treat. And enjoy both by their fireplace. I wonder if I can reserve it…

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