Lucy!

I am happy to announce that my third ebook, Lucy:  A Campground Chronicles Short Story (No. 2), is now live on Amazon’s ebooks site.  You can acquire the book by visiting Amazon directly and searching for the title, or you can find it through one of the links I have provided at the bottom of this post.

For those who may be interested in ebooks but who do not have a Kindle, keep in mind that ebooks can be read on a number of electronic devices.  Amazon provides free apps for download so that you can use things like your computer or tablet as an e-reader.

I hope that you enjoy this story and, if so, that you share a review on Amazon.  Reviews are both encouraging to the author and help tremendously in Amazon rankings.

Thank you for reading!

Link to Lucy:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B076LM9LLF

Link to my Amazon author page:  http://www.amazon.com/author/carolevans

 

Psychic Clutter

Last night I had a dream about my house.  Its various rooms came straight out of all the different houses I have lived in over the years, going back to our house in New York, which is the first one I remember very well.

The house was terribly cluttered, items spilling from closets with doors that could not even close.  I recognized the biggest closet as one that used to be in my parents’ bedroom.  This closet has shown up in many of my dreams.  It was a mysterious, slightly scary place, where Mom hid our Christmas presents until they magically appeared under the tree.

Most of the clutter in this house belonged to my two husbands.  Isn’t it funny that they both lived in the same house with me!  The house had finally been sold after being on the market for a long time.  I had known it had been sold and had been busy cleaning up my own stuff, but my husbands had procrastinated.

It was moving day.  The new people were due to take over the house in the afternoon.  And it was still full of my husbands’ clutter.  So, while they were both away, I went through everything, room by room, closet by closet, box by box, and cleaned it up.  By “cleaned it up,” I mean I unceremoniously tossed most things into the trash.

I woke up before completing the job and quickly gave myself a retrospective break, deciding that the next thing I would have done, had I still been dreaming, was hire a deep-cleaning crew to finish the job and make everything sparkly clean.  So I did that real quick in my head.  How good of me.

This dream struck a deep chord.  I spent the first week of October at a campground where I was surrounded by silence.  No clutter in the airwaves–no TV, internet, computer, or phone.  Heck, for the first few days, I was the only one in my rather remote section of the campground.  It was quite a challenge and I will admit that I did not like it at all at first.  I missed the clutter!

By mid-week, however, I was going strong, writing the first story I have been able to get excited about in over a year.  It was basically complete by week’s end.  Now settled into my next campground and workamping job, I have been fine-tuning the story with edits, formatting, and design, preparing to release it soon as my third ebook on Amazon.

There was an even greater significance to my dream, though.  Surrounded by the peace and quiet of that week, I was able to get in touch with the role that certain life-shaping events have played in my own life story.  And I recognized after the dream that the piece I wrote, although not technically autobiographical, turned out to be a really good exercise in psychic decluttering.

Thankfully, I have managed to remain fairly unplugged, even though I can get 50 channels via my TV antenna now and the internet comes in strong.  I have greatly cut back on the amount of news I watch and spend far less time on the computer (unless I am working on the story or something else productive).  It feels wonderful!

I will post here once the story is published.  It will be the second book in the Campground Chronicles series (the first being Billy:  A Campground Chronicles Short Story).  It was initially inspired by my son’s recent suggestion that I write something about my childhood.  That is not something I can easily do, so I took a sideways approach instead.  I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and I hope a good measure of that pleasure will be shared through the page.

Toot Toot

On the one hand, if you toot your own horn, it can look self-serving and narcissistic.

On the other hand, if you don’t toot it, who will?  Besides, who cares how it looks?  We’re beyond looks here!

With that in mind and with Christmas around the corner, I offer up two suggestions for anyone on your list who enjoys ebooks.  Both are short, easy reads and both are very reasonably priced.  They can be found at my author page on Amazon’s ebooks site, which is pictured at the start of this post (link:  http://www.amazon.com/author/carolevans).

The 30th Day:  A Life Journey Novella is centered around the true story of a dear friend I interviewed earlier this year at our winter campground in Florida.  Rebeccah’s life journey shows how generational struggles and family connections mold the clay of our being and, most importantly, how forgiveness can free and inspire us to reach beyond.  The interviewer in the story is a fictional character who is inspired by Rebeccah to reconcile her own family history with her life choices of today.

Billy:  A Campground Chronicles Short Story is my own story, based on experiences this past summer while camp hosting at a campground in Tennessee.  Billy, a special needs teen, stayed at the campground with his family for two weeks.  The story offers an inside view as camp hosts, rangers, and campers all must find ways to deal with Billy’s antics and behavior.  It also shares a life lesson and a beautiful gift that he gave to me.

Whether you purchase the ebooks or not, thank you for reading my blog and keeping me company on my little journey.  A friend and blog-reader once commented that he was surprised at how such a private person would publicly share and reveal so much.  I hadn’t thought of that before, but after giving it some consideration, my response is threefold.

First, as a solo traveler, writing is a natural and cathartic way to share my thoughts and give voice to my words.  Even a loner gets a little loopy after too long a time talking to thin air (or the dog–love you Dawny).

Second, when my friend made that comment, I was slightly flummoxed.  I didn’t realize that I was sharing that much personal stuff.  My main goal has been to remain honest and real, but I suppose if you read between the lines, you can find some personal tidbits.

Finally, this blog has been a safe place where the readers, many of whom are friends, offer caring support and respect.  Just simply by “listening.”  I do appreciate that.  I appreciate you.  And it surely does ease the sharing part of things.

On that note, here is a toot-toot to all of you, wishing you a very merry Christmas, the happiest of holidays, and bountiful blessings in the coming new year.  Tooooooot!