123 – reaching for serenity

Serenity has always been something I’ve strived (striven?) for, which in and of itself is an oxymoron. You shouldn’t work for serenity, right? You should be able to simply sit, breathe, and serenity will just plop itself right down in your lap like a kitty cat and start purring.

Well, yeah, it hasn’t worked like that in my experience. It’s like most cats I’ve ever known, pet them one, then two times, and then the third or fourth time, and you never know which, all of a sudden you have a huge glove made of cat, and all four legs are stretched up your arm, all claws out, trying its dead-level best to see what your muscles and tendons look like under your skin. cateyes

Well that escalated quickly, didn’t it? And that’s exactly what happens when I reach for serenity.

And yet, I woke up feeling, well, serene this morning.  Maybe because I finally quit reaching, and started finding it in things I’m already doing.

Like activity at levels that I’ve honestly never even thought of…

I just hit three miles on my running yesterday. On 55-year-old, crapped-out knees, I ran three miles. Yesterday. Me. Admittedly my version of running… and an arthritic 70-year-old could probably beat me up the hill running backwards, but I don’t care. Because I’m doing it. For three miles.

And I got the copy edits completed on my second book of the summer yesterday… and it’s NOT perfect, and I let it go to the reviewers anyway. Because I’ve finally stopped letting the perfect be the enemy of the good. It’s never going to be perfect, but it’s good. And it’s going to sell. And if I can sell enough of “She’s Thinking Out Loud” and “This Little Pig” to hire a copy editor for the next book, I will be a happy, happy woman next year… ’cause I’d just as soon never edit my own work again. That is HARD. But it is done… and that makes me feel very serene.

And I got the design completed last week for a project that I’ve been thinking about for SIX MONTHS. That I can’t actually talk about yet because it’s a gift, but I’ll take pictures and post. That’s my afternoon’s work out ahead of me, and I’m really enjoying the thought of it, instead of dreading it. That’s helping the serenity bit, too.

And I was invited to read from This Little Pig at The Garage, in Fort Stockton, on June 11.  Which makes the whole thing a real-io deal-io, you know? And so many friends have grandmamosesstepped up to push This Little Pig all over Texas, out to friends everywhere. It’s been an amazing trip.

Some people just apparently do not blossom until they’re older.

Me and Grandma Moses.  Late bloomers, baby.  That’s her painting, “At the Bend in the River,” painted in 1948, when she was 88 years old.  She didn’t even seriously start painting until she was 78… I’m like 23 years ahead of that.  Just the thought of that makes me take a deep breath and smile.

Good company, at least, and some paintings are worth upwards of a million bucks. Something to think about when you come to get your signed first edition of This Little Pig at the reading, you know. Just saying…

And Corey Matthew Hannon, love of my life. That’s where serenity lives. Whenever I’m feeling like I’m going to jump out of my skin, I just go find him… and that kitty-cat look that you can see at the top of the page starts to fade from my eyes. I can feel it.

Time to go run. In the mud.

My favorite.  Like being five again… 🙂


122 – trying to tell me something…

There are times in this life when you feel like you’re doing the right thing. And yes, if you’re thinking, “Seriously?” even at the grand old speed limit of 55, I do wonder.

Last night, I got a message from a soldier, just out of Basic and on to his Army Initial thislittlepig-profile-pbTraining, about a column I wrote in the Fort Stockton Pioneer a couple  weeks back. His mama sent it to him. His message will be going in a frame on my wall.  It moves me to tears every single time I read it–and that’s not as easy as you might think! I work with words, I manipulate them every single day. But a few simple, heartfelt words on his part make me fall apart every time I read them.

And, last night, my oldest friend–someone I’ve known since I was in middle school–told me what she thought of This Little Pig, my first novel.  She grew up in the area where the book is set, knows the accents, the way the language is structured. Her comment on the book, and I quote: I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN!!!GREAT AWESOME SPECTACULAR …. JOB!!!! The only reason I’m not naming her is because she also wrote a review on Amazon, and they will take them down if they think you solicited them, which I most emphatically did not.

That alone would have made my night, but then she went through her Facebook address book and proceeded to share my book image and link with every single one of the folks we went to school with, individually, and tell them how great it was. People like this come along so seldom, and if I could have gone to her house last night and hugged her, I would have.

Oh, to hell with Amazon.  Kathy Whitaker Figueredo, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You remind me that old friends, the ones who knew us first, remain the most valuable throughout our lives. Hopefully we can see each other at that 40th high school reunion if they hold one in 2017!

Holy crap, we’ve been out of high school for nearly 40 years. Okay, I refuse to let that bother me. Yet.

Last night reminded me that I write because it’s what I do and because it’s who I am, and it’s who I’ve always been.

Kathy knew that–and she’s known me since I was 14. She says she told me in English class I’d be writing a book someday.

Hey, Kathy! You were right.

121 – my brain hurts

I am trying to fix everything about everything at once, and it’s starting to make my brain hurt. I know this because I’m starting to lose my homonymns. You know, the ones that sound the same, but are spelled different and mean different things?

Anyway… this website’s fixed, my other, professional website’s pretty much fixed,when the print version of This Little Pig comes out end of next week, it will be in great shape. Oh, did I creepysmileyfacemention the book will be out next week?  Can you see that grin all over my face? Yeah, maybe not.  Well, there is one. Not as blissfully silly as the neon pink one at right… but still.

That’s number one. I have another sitting right in front of me, just waiting for me to start marking it up… and a whole LIST of things to do along with it.

And oh, people, if I get any happier… well, you know the rest, don’t you?

Everybody at once, now!

If I get any happier, I’m going to have to sit on my hands to keep from waving at people.

Time to stop looking at this buggerty thing for today. The computer, that is… Go do something retro, like crochet. Happy Mother’s Day to me – along with the children that my amazing and delightful husband gave to me, at the ages of 15 and 17 years old, respectively, I have just given birth to a freaking BOOK.  It only took, oh, a bit over 12 years from conception to delivery.

So I’m slow!

120 – update and redesign on the way

As part of the overall move toward merging my personal, writing and business identities and becoming one person in front of the world, so to speak, this blog is going to undergo a sea change soon. It’s built on a much older version of WordPress, one that won’t even allow me to change the comment section so people can respond without having to “join” the blog. That’s not acceptable, so that’s one of the things that’s going to change.

I also want to change it to match the theme of www.lisachannon.com, my writing website, and lisachannondotcomimagethat’s not an option in this older version of WordPress, so that’s part of the other reason for the update. It’s possible I won’t be able to match it exactly, but I will hopefully at least be able to update it and match the feeling of the Radiate theme that I’m using over there, which I’m liking a lot. I had to move through three or four before I got there, but I like it now.

You can see by the image at right that it’s nice and clean, and I can use images from my own photography… plus the images at top will change each time you change pages and each time you come back or even reload the page, randomly. I love that, and it will get me back out taking photographs, which I also love.

What I don’t love is changing computers, which I’m starting to do this morning, from my work laptop, which I used to do everything for the last eight months, back to my personal computer… but to change my blog, I need to re-download WordPress again… and to do that, I need to be on my own personal computer. Bleah. Hate it. But necessary.

Hope all’s well with everyone.  Happy Mother’s Day tomorrow to those who celebrate!

119 – my head just exploded (in a very good way)

Lots going on, my chickens, but in a good way.

You may have noticed (you may not) that I tend not to identify myself on this blog. Lots of reasons, not least because I’ve never felt really SAFE on the Internet. If you do, you’re an idiot. That said, there are a lot of reasons why I’m coming out of my shell, not least of which is that I now have a book for sale, and my name is all over it, and the only way to sell a book is to be proud of it, which I am.

So, you’ll find me publicizing the book more here, plus linking back and forth between my brand-spanking new website, www.lisachannon.com, and this site.  I think I’m going to be starting a new blog, as well, on post-gastric-bypass ramifications and weight loss, but I’ve got a lot to think about before I do that. Stay tuned. It’s a really specialized subject, but there are good reasons to both start a blog and not to, and I just need to think about the whole thing.This Little Pig - ebook Cover 2

I was going to actually move this blog over to the new site, but it turns out that this is not as easy as it might sound. You have to start a whole networking thing, modify the backend of the site (which sounds rude, but is actually coding, and Mama didn’t raise no coder, sorry) and do other things which I simply don’t have time to learn, nor cash to pay anyone else to develop for me. It can be done by filtering with categories… but that’s where my head exploded, per the blog header… so, we’ll see.

I’m working on losing weight, successfully as it turns out, but not saying a whole lot about it because a) I’m writing about it, and b) I’m writing about it. Oh, and c) I have to finish this up and go for a run so I can lose some more weight. 🙂

It will all come out in the wash… Anyway, the final! proof of This Little Pig is on its way to me. The Kindle version is as error-free as it’s ever going to be, so please, feel free to pop over to www.lisachannon.com and explore there, where you’ll find links, or straight over to Amazon.com if you’ve got a Kindle or the program on your computer. The print version should be available (fingers crossed) very shortly, and then the marketing blitz begins, baby. Press releases over in East Texas, blah, blah, blah.

Life just got interesting…. but then, it always has been, hasn’t it.


118 – heading home this morning

“It’s 4 in the morning, and once more the dawning, just woke up the wanting in me…” such a lovely old song, subtle, hauntingly lovely and sexy. All I want is to be home without a car ride and a bus ride and a plane ride and schlepping my suitcase to my car and three hours’ drive home broken up by a quick Walmart Odessa trip. But, since I am not I Dream of Jeannie, I jeanniewill be flying to Midland from DFW this morning after a business trip.

Not a terribly successful meeting , but as three separate people pointed out to me yesterday, it’s not always about what you actually go on the trip for, it’s about everything else. Maybe there was someone I met, or something else that happened that will lead to something else. I think that it shows that people are really actually very optimistic creatures. Or they are full of ca-ca. Or just very nice to me. Or  all the above. You pick!

At least they let me go home. 🙂 Anyway, it’s off to the elliptical here at the hotel for me. Cannot recommend the Hilton Garden Inn highly enough. And no, they don’t pay me to say that. Staying just south of the airport. I sleep pretty soundly, so I didn’t hear the planes, though if I think about it hard, they’re there in the background. I used to live on the western fence of the airport, though, so you tune them out pretty quick.

I stay in them wherever I can (Hilton Garden Inns, not planes!). They have great staff, luxurious accommodations, and reasonably reasonable prices. Not Motel 6 prices, but then again, I graduated from Motel 6 a while back. 🙂

117 – missing something?

Ah… if you think a couple weeks of posts are missing, well, you’re right. If you don’t think anything’s missing, then pay no attention to the man, er, woman behind the curtain.

I pulled them all down for a reason.manbehindthecurtain

What reason you ask?


I’m writing.

I’m writing like mad.

About a lot of different things, and in a lot of different places. I’ve got one e-book up on Amazon, and it is in the proof stage. I’ve got one book that is headed for the proof stage.

I’m workshopping my autobiography, chapter by chapter, and it’s got a ways to go. I’m thinking seriously about turning the 90-day diet that I’m on into the last half of a book that I’ve already got the first half mostly written. The first half is about pre-gastric bypass, and the last half would be gastric bypass ten years later. Working title: “I Thought the Weight was Over: I was Wrong.”

Still thinking about that one. But–having to go back to for medical intervention to assist with appetite control ten years post-op is serious enough that it’s worth thinking about a book, anyway.

Plus, I’m working on my content management skills over on LinkedIn for Bryan and Gerardo at my day job, so I’m scribbling like mad pretty much all day every day, or reading, re-reading or proofing something I’ve read. Gets a little crazy, but I’m really loving it at the moment.