Showing posts with label L.M. Montgomery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label L.M. Montgomery. Show all posts

Thursday, January 8, 2015

A New Day by Diane Burton


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Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet? ~ L.M. Montgomery

I love this quote almost as much as I love the author who wrote it. Lucy Maude Montgomery wrote one of my favorites books, Anne of Green Gables. Anne Shirley had such spunk and very strong opinions. I never read all eight “Anne” books. I think I got bored after the third or fourth. Interestingly, Lucy quit writing the “Anne” stories after eight because she got bored. She went on to write many more stories about (and for) young girls.



Back to the quote. A new day, a new year. Wow. Can you believe it’s 2015 already? Where did 2014 go? I had some ups and downs last year. A lot like everyone else. I try to remember the good and push the not-so-good to the back of my mind.

Looking at the new year as a blank page on which we can write anything sounds good. Hubs and I made a conscious decision to get healthier. He’ll still “drag” me to the fitness club, but I’ll go more willingly. We’ll try to eat healthier foods. He promised not to bring home “goodies” (cookies and salty snacks) and, so far, he’s been good about it. If snacks are in the house, I’ll eat them. No will power.

I’m excited about getting back to my writing after a month's hiatus. I love the heroine in my newest science fiction romance (the one I’ve been “writing” in my head before going to sleep each night). She's older than my other heroines, tougher. She has to be to run a tavern in a wild-west type colony on the frontier of space. And I love the hero. Good thing, huh? If I don’t like him, how will my readers? He’s been infatuated with her for years. She still thinks of him as a kid. He returns after six years—a full-grown man, as she realizes—just as human traffickers are preying on children and teens in the colonies, stealing babies from their cribs and snatching runaways from the streets then selling them on the black market. My heroine has to get involved. She can’t allow another mother to experience what she went through.

My only problem is a lack of a title. That hasn’t stopped me from writing the story. Sometimes it takes a while for the right title to come to me.

At the beginning of every year, I think about mistakes I made the previous one. Not to dwell on them but to learn from those mistakes. If I thought about them too much I’d be paralyzed and not want to do anything. 

Onward. Upward. A new day with no mistakes. Yet.

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By the way, I bought the Anne of Green Gables collection for my Kindle. I'm sure I won't get bored this time around.









Diane Burton blogs here on the 8th and 30th of each month and on Mondays on her own site: http://dianeburton.blogspot.com/