This is what I am seeing out of my windshield at a truck stop. Those are mercury lights from the industrial park next door but loved the distortion with the rain on the windshield. So my world is nifty when seen from the inside looking out.,
Driving into Rockford Illinois last night. It makes me wonder if doing what I am doing is really worth it. For the last month finances have been so tight they are strain to the breaking point. The loads I am getting are sporadic at best.
But then Working for someone else I wouldn’t get to see God’s glory like I did last evening after a rain had gone through. The sun set was almost blood red. It was absolutely beautiful.
Last week I saw a flock of wild turkeys in full array of feathers. I even saw peacocks with the tails in full display. The little does standing along side the road waiting to cross. The hawks and golden eagles in Iowa.
So I may never get rich. My hubby may have to work forever but yes the beauty, the pride, and the freedom are worth it.
Since I have gone back on the road I have found the people to be very forthright and a pleasure to be around. But I must have really upset the stars yesterday.
I was in the fine dining establishment known as the iron skillet. Where the waitress and I were laughing and cutting up.
We were talking about the way the country was going. And granted there were some smart mouth remarks made.
When a man stood up and went off on the waitress (who happened to be black) about showing respect to the greatest president in history. She should be glad to have a job and should be doing it and keeping her (racial slur) shut.
I told him if he didn’t hear the whole conversation to butt out.
He informed me that I was a no good job taking ignoramus that didn’t have a clue about what real life was about. I was neither a decent truckdriver or friend to anyone because I couldn’t keep my slutty offensive mouth shut.
Then he proceeded to call me and the waitress every name in the book.
The manager came out and removed the man from the establishment.
But it got me thinking had I been that insensitive in my opinions to people.
So that is what prompted the apology this morning.
May everyone have a better day than my last twenty-four hours.
The job is going pretty good.
I got a decent miles and delivered early.
Yesterday I went from Des Moines Iowa to Valley City, North Dakota. Five hundred and forty miles. I got to my delivery about 1 this morning expecting to have to wait until at least 6a.m but they were still there and they unloaded me. I was back to Fargo by 3 A.m. and at seven they called asking if I wanted a load going Moses lakes Washington.
I had to turn it down because of a couple of things I have to do at home.
(Sure wish I could have taken it. Really good load.)
So this is going really well if we can make it through the next week things will look up.
This has even got me back to writing again. Started a new story this week.
Feeling pretty good…
In recent months the last 24 months for me anyway I have been trying to take the advice of a very prominent writer. And the one thing that is being pushed is leave reader asking questions. Why does the character have so much fear or,anger? Why is she hanging around with the goofball friend? Why does she put up with the jerk of a boyfriend?
Yet when I do this I am told that there are not enough answers because as one rejection letter put it. “This story has no merit in today’s society.”
Now I realize that wanting to make people care about your characters is the hardest thing you possibly do.
But I have a question. Before you start putting stories in the rejection pile? Shouldn’t you actually read more than the first ten pages? Shouldn’t you actually read the story instead of skimming pages and then dumping it as no good?
I get a lot of rejection letters. But not one of the publishers and agents that have sent my rejection letter to me will ever convince me that they actually read the entire manuscript and gave it a fair chance.
All because I don’t have the two main characters at each others throats for the first hundred and fifty pages and then mauling each other the last quarter of the book.
Yes I believe there has to be conflict in a story. I don’t believe it has to be between the two main characters. What happened to a time when people worked together. Do not say its boring because everyday life is not boring and people do work together.
My story was too sweet for some publishers and then I was turned down by a sweet publisher.
I am beginning to think self publishing is the way to go.