Dealing with Sorrow II – A poem

In my previous post I mentioned writing a poem about all the funny and quirky things that Chloe did. Well, I’ve decided to share it with you now.

Remember the Good
By: Tricia Saxby

How do you fill the void of a good friend gone?
Someone who shared her life with you the instant you walked in the door.
How do you release all the sorrow that consumes you whole?
You remember the good.

Sitting in the middle of the bed as I tried to change the bed sheets.
Helping me get ready in the morning with chirps and kisses.
Sleeping at the end of my bed to keep my feet warm at night.
You remember the good.

Hiding under the laundry basket playing peek-a-boo.
Sitting on my lap each morning with a bowl of cereal.
Waiting patiently in the kitchen window for when I get home so we could bonk heads and greeting me at the door when I step inside.
You remember the good.

Sitting on my lap while I work on my novel.
Kissing her so soft eyes.
Sitting beside me at my writing desk while I check my mail.
You remember the good.

Playing fetch with her mouse – and actually bringing it back!
How she always had to see my face while I lay in bed.
How she always came when I called her name.
You remember the good.

Wrestling with Oreo before mealtime.
Sitting in the Christmas tree.
Rubbing her belly.
You remember the good.

She liked to eat apples and loved tin foil balls.
Was obsessed with the plant water globe and taking the registers out of the floor.
She loved to cuddle with me, especially in the mornings.
You remember the good.

She would always greet me when I opened the bedroom door first thing in the morning.
She enjoyed chasing Tetris flies.
Sunbathing on the spots of sunshine on the kitchen floor.
You remember the good.

How she always had to push the water dish closer to her.
Loved running tap water from the bathroom sink.
Liked Gimli’s big dog bed more than he did.
You remember the good.

Loved to lick plastic.
Enjoyed sitting amongst the cereal boxes in the food pantry.
Liked to watch me vacuum.
You remember the good.

Of course she loved tuna, and was quite verbal about it too.
She made funny chirping sounds.
And liked to sit in boxes, on bags or baskets.
You remember the good.

Every time Chris made a sniffing sound she would chirp at him and go sit on his lap to knead.
How she yelled when my laptop talked.
“Hanging out at the water hole.”
You remember the good.

No matter where she was upstairs, she always came running when I filled the water bowl.
If I yelled or raised my voice, she would run up to me and chirp until I picked her up.
She was the oldest and the boss – and Gimli knew it.
You remember the good.

It has been so hard doing the everyday things we used to do together.
I sit here on the bed looking at the spot where she usually slept and my heart hurts.
Oh Chloe, how I’ll miss you.
My baby.
My Angel Fluff.
I remember the good.


Merry Christmas

I hope everyone had a nice, relaxing Christmas. Mine was quiet, and I must say this year, I was happy.

Over the years, as the kids got older, I found myself unable to get into the holiday spirit. It seemed all that mattered was how many presents were under the tree, and with all the hype that goes into shopping for that perfect gift, the Christmas season flew by and the day was over. Pouf! For what? Kids that won’t tear themselves away from a video game or they’re so bored they complain endlessly.

It’s time to remember what the real meaning of Christmas is all about. It’s about family and friends and spending quality time with them. It’s about donating to the food bank or your favorite charity. Helping others who are less fortunate and can’t afford a turkey dinner or to get their children a gift for under the tree.

It’s a time to put ourselves on the back burner and offer our time and services to those who need it most.

I think Christmas at our house next year will be a bit busier…

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When belonging to a critique group, one has to have a thick skin. You are passing your baby, your pride and joy, into someone else’s hands and letting them scribble all over it in red and blue pen making changes, or rather, suggestions, that they think will be helpful.
Take it just as that – suggestions!!!
When you get home and stare at all the crossed out words, add-ins and question marks, remember that they are just suggestions. You have the final say about what you decide to change or fix. You don’t HAVE to do anything you don’t want to – it’s your book after all.
But remember, these people who you have entrusted your manuscript to are trying to help, trying to get you that much closer to the finish line. And another set of eyes does wonders and catches things you missed.
I am very grateful for my critique group and love them to bits. I have learned so much and I will miss them over the Christmas holidays.
Merry Christmas guys. We’re back at it in the New Year.

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The Afterglow of SiWC

What an amazing weekend!!! It went by so quickly it’s hard to believe I’m at home again. My mind feels like it’s going to explode with all the information I absorbed over the last three days.

From the morning keynotes to wonderful lunches where you got to chat with friends and most importantly make new friends, as well as, networking with all the wonderful agents, editors and authors that surrounded us at every turn.

From Jack Whyte, Diana Gabaldon, and Anne Perry to Robert Dugoni, Ivan Coyote and Julia Quinn (oh, but to name a few) – it was a star-studded event.

Agents from New York, San Francisco and across Canada – it was an authors dream come true.

The workshops were great and loaded with invaluable information to take home and add to our writer’s toolbox.

On Saturday they put on a Mystery Guest lunch were they placed an author, editor or agent at each table and we could pick their brains, ask advice or chat about anything and everything we wanted – of course writing is always on the brain at this conference!

I had the pleasure to sit with agent Laurie McLean from Larsen Pomada Literary Agents in San Francisco. She was such a warm, friendly and wonderful person, her excitement about being there and talking about the thing she loves – writing – was contagious.

I got the chance to speak with Nephele Tempest from The Knight Agency in New York and Valerie Gray from Harlequin.

A real special treat was getting the books I had purchased signed by the authors who wrote them.

We were also invited to the Romance Writers of America cocktail party on Saturday night and I met a couple of wonderful girls there who I really enjoyed talking with.

Sunday came along way too fast. The morning keynote was Author Slade and he talked about treadmill desks!! What a picture he painted for us but his message was clear. We as writers need to get off our butts from time to time and exercise-take care of ourselves and be healthy.

After two more workshops we had our final lunch and then our afternoon keynote was Robert Dugoni. His Aragon speech from LOTR Return of the King as they stand in front of the Gate of Mordor – will forever be changed for me as he interpreted it for a writers destiny. “And we WRITE!” I had goosebumps!

He inspired me, as I’m sure he did for everyone there, and when I left that banquet hall I wanted to turn right back around and go back inside so my time there could never end.

I’m already making plans for SiWC 2011!!!!


A Busy Month for Birthdays

For my family and friends, September has so many birthdays in it I don’t know how I keep track. And are they nicely spread apart -no! My niece, mom-in-law, son, brother, friend and friend’s son all in a week time span. I’m sure there’s more but it is so hard to keep count.
Let’s just say Facebook and ecards have saved me.


Enchanted Evening

Last night we had our Interior Authors Group summer social located at a serene lake just outside of Kamloops. Besides a few mosquitos; a good time was had by all. The weather was perfect, the lake was calm and the food excellent. We sat/stood around and chatted, played frisbee with the dog and sipped tea.

The highlight of the evening was when one of our members pulled out her instrument, along with her friends that came to play for us. They enchanted us with their lovely melodies and soon people out on the lake in their canoes and kayaks pulled up close to the shore and listened to the magic filling the air.

What a wonderful night to end a great year of writing, learning and friendship. See you all in September.