Monday, June 24, 2013

And now, for my next trick...

Graduation is over, but the party hasn't started yet. I mean, lots of celebrations going on, of course. But OUR party isn't until Saturday. And a blowout it shall be...

One of the benefits of throwing your own party is that you get to make food that you actually LIKE and aren't allergic to - a huge plus in my book! On the menu we have meatball subs, pulled pork sandwiches, macaroni and cheese (all homemade of course)... And of course, the requisite cakes and goodies. The cakes are the only thing I'm not making.

I may be crazy but I'm not stupid :)

Unfortunately we're scheduled for thunderstorms on Saturday, so the trick will be to house all those people INDOORs.

In, out, doesn't really matter to me. I love all the friends and family that are invited and coming from out of town, and it will be great to spend time together eating, drinking and being...well, merry :) It will be the first time our whole family has been together in a number of months, so it's pretty exciting for me!

There are a lot of you that I wish could be sharing the day with us, but proximity just won't allow for it. You know who you are...

Once the grad party is over, it's off and running on my next project. Truly and Finn are "finn-ished" (for now) and spending time with my agent, so I have to decide what to pursue next.

1. The next book in the Truly and Finn series?

2. A sequel to Letters From The Ledge?

3. LFTL Screenplay?

4. There's even another complete novel I wrote before LFTL that's been waiting patiently for my attention...

5. Or something completely different. I have other ideas - a lot of other ideas, actually.

Let's hear from readers? Thoughts? Votes?

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

They Fly...

For graduates, and all those standing at the crossroads to their destiny...

   photo credit: Noah Meyers

They Fly...

It is nearly midsummer.
The trees are in leaf.
The turnover begins.
They're halfway there.

        Some are moving on.
        Others must carry the torches yet another mile.
        Or two.
        Onward they march.
        Together, then separate.
        Each to be claimed by their destinies.

The unknown beckons.
Out of their reverie.
It must take them, but willingly.
Fear will not keep them safe.
But merely bind them to another fate.
And so they stand. Hands together.
As the last of the summer sun
Dips below the horizon.

        Life gives birth to life.
        Fear, to more fear.

They stand at the edge and take in the view.
Toes curl. Hands drop.
The brave will not fall.
But leap, with arms outstretched.

        They jump.
        They fly...

                                 - by Lynda Meyers

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

All Dogs Go To Heaven

All dogs go to heaven. At least, according to the movies. Regardless of your theological / spiritual bent, if you've ever had a pet that truly understood you, who was there for you every time you felt sick or down, and who was a faithful companion, then like me, you have to believe it's true. 

Last week, without warning, one of our Maltese puppies, Gabriel, stopped eating. He stopped playing. He stopped drinking. I gave it a day to see if it was just his stomach that was off - perhaps he ate a bug or got into something out in the yard, but when he wasn't any better the next day I made an appointment at the vet. 

By the time I got home from work to take him he was jaundiced. A few hours after we left him in the vet's care, he called me to tell me that Gabe was suffering from hemolytic anemia. For some reason Gabe's own immune system was attacking and destroying his red blood cells, and he barely had enough oxygen carrying capacity to stay alive. They gave him IV fluids and a product called oxyhemoglobin, and put him in a little oxygen incubator, but within 24 hours, he was gone. 

Gone. Just like that. 

At the time I was dealing with a terrible virus myself. I had a fever of nearly 103 when I received the call that he had passed away. I came undone. To say that I was emotionally unprepared for his loss is a huge understatement. He was only 5 years old. 

All loss is painful, but deep loss of dear friends with whom we felt a special connection is especially difficult. I know it sounds silly to some people. I used to be one of them. I used to make fun of people who gave their cats prozac and put their dogs through chemotherapy. I used to laugh at little dogs that were put in sweaters and made to wear ridiculous Halloween costumes...until one year I made Gabe wear a bumblebee outfit. 

Our judgements always have a way of turning around and biting us, don't they? 

No pun intended.

Gabe was the gentlest dog I'd ever met. His "spirit" (if you believe a dog has such a thing) was intuitive and wise. When you looked into his eyes, it was like he knew things, and he wanted you to know that he knew. I don't know how else to describe it, but not all dogs are like that.

We have another Maltese still at home. Gunner. He's smaller and younger than Gabe, weighing in at about 8 pounds. Gunner is adorable. He literally looks like a tiny white stuffed animal come alive. 

He's playful and pouncy and he will sit anywhere as long as someone is touching and petting him. He and Gabe had very different personalities, and that's ok. Gunner is ultra cute and fun and thinks he's ten feet tall. Gabe barked a lot but wouldn't hurt a fly. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. It's what makes us fall in love with each other. 

We loved Gabriel with all our hearts, and he will be forever missed. 

Rest in peace, angel...We'll see you there... 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

The Art of "Now"?


I read an article recently about our cultural addiction to social networking. 

Yes, of course I read it online.
On Facebook.
On my iPhone.
While in the doctor's office waiting room.
Still scrolling while walking in next to the nurse holding the chart.

What do you mean I have to put my stuff down to get on the scale? Surely my phone doesn't weigh... all right! Fine! don't have to look at me like that!

It's everywhere. All the time. And it's not just here in the states. While traveling to Ireland recently I noticed it wasn't only an American problem - international airports, major cities, small towns...I guess that makes it pandemic. I have to admit, it was strangely comforting, and somewhat validating...if not a teensy bit disturbing.

We humans can't seem to have more than ten seconds of downtime lately without checking our phones, our computers, our multiple social networking accounts. As with most cultural shifts, This Little House on the Freeway lifestyle we've all so readily adopted has been part blessing and part curse. Awkward silence has been conveniently replaced by the awkward clicking of buttons and speech bubbles with hidden text floating aimlessly above peoples' heads.

Here's the thing: I do it all the time too.

That picture above? It's mine. I took these this morning as I sat at my kitchen island waiting for the timer app on my phone to beep for the French press. This was before I'd had my first sip of coffee. My addictions. Blended together in full color with a couple of filters thrown on, for all the world to see. I'm not ashamed. Neither am I proud. It just is what it is.

I love being connected, but sometimes I have to admit, it does hinder the "now".

I have a friend at work - let's call him "Joe". Joe is a big proponent of the "now".

Joe's wife is dying.

Joe can't afford to live in the past or plan for the future. For Joe, it's all about the now. He bases his philosophy on a book called "The Art of Now". Disclaimer: I haven't read the book. I don't really know anything about the book, so I'm neither endorsing nor condemning this philosophy. I only know Joe, but I do think Joe is onto something.

This idea of mindfulness. Of being present in the present. 

The basic premise? You can't change your past, and dwelling on it shackles you to it. You can change your future, but worrying about it only hinders you from doing what needs to be done NOW, in the present, to accomplish it. Maybe that's why so many people get paralyzed by life.

The danger, I guess, is not "living in the present" - it's not living in the present.

Then again, it's kind of what social media is all about. Our experience of our own nows is being celebrated - embraced even. I suppose the flip side of this is being so steeped in the technological "now" that you miss being present in your own present. You could very easily end up living vicariously through everyone else around you's pictures, snippets of thoughts and events. Or worse, becoming completely dissatisfied with your own life as you watch others experience theirs. Because let's face it, while you're concentrating on theirs, you're not doing anything about changing your own.

I find it interesting that Facebook calls it a "Timeline" because it really is a real-time accounting of our lives. 

I don't feel like diving any deeper into the social philosophy of it all. There are plenty of articles written by people smarter and more well-known than I am out there to be read and discussed, but for all of you who thought I was going to get on the bandwagon and side with the old farts and the technological nay sayers... I'm not.

I think it's all about balance. Do some of us need to get off our phones and get into reality? Absolutely.

But at the same time...This is reality. The new reality. 

Our world has changed, and you can't... change it back. So we need to morph and find ways to adapt  and move forward in this new, technology-steeped world while somehow keeping our relationships intact. Can we do it?

I have faith in humanity... We may spend a lot of time trying new things and adopting fads and following trends. We may be a whole race of lemurs running blindly and blissfully toward certain death, but I believe we'll self correct eventually. The universe will demand balance, and our circuits will overload and need to routinely unplug. We'll find a way to be in our own 'now' without losing track of everyone else's. It'll happen. And until it does, I'll be walking the line here with everyone else (but I'll try not to be rude at the doctor's office).

Lynda Meyers is the award-winning author of Letters From The Ledge. Her next novel is a series that is currently in production. Stay tuned for news and updates. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

New Music Release

Hey guys! Have to brag up my son's brand new EP release - "Flight"
At just 17, the depth and complexity of this music is astounding - ballads, instrumentals, even a collaboration with another artist - this 6 song EP of original compositions is sure to please...

Take a listen, download for FREE or donate - your choice!

Support the artist if you can, but if you're short on cash you can get this whole EP for any price!