Every Life Has Consequences

If readers find it tough to read of the death of a beloved character, consider also how tough it may be for the writer to write it. To write this one, I felt I needed to go full on “shut the door” behind me. In Greta Garbo’s immortal words, I wanted to be alone:

[Photo by me, 2018.]

Naturally, I’m not revealing here who dies. My point is to write that I went into “Airplane Mode“: I turned off my social media notifications (particularly the maddeningly distracting Instagram). I desired “space” away from “our world.”

So I spent yesterday again mostly in “1797”. (“Mostly.” You caught me. There visible on my iPhone screen snapped in that photo of my desk is the very much current Gwen Bovilan singing “On Ira.”) Before attacking that latest writing, I had been relieved and pleased to discover also that I had heard overnight from Giulia. You may recall she is the young woman who wrote that disturbing WordPress post at 1am Friday about being “suicidal.”

Having posted about that worrying declaration hurriedly on Friday morning, I followed with a more complete post on Saturday morning:

Here is my initial comment from Friday, and her reply – which she evidently wrote after midnight Tuesday morning, so obviously she is a “night owl”:

[Screencapture of WordPress.]

Whew.😊 And she seems to have replied to several other commenters. Good to see.

[Photo and assorted Instagram silliness, by me, 2018.]

If we think our life has no consequences, we are absolutely wrong. It has more consequences to more people than we realize. Our life is especially consequential to those who love us, wherever they may be, near or far.

An interesting aside about Ernest Hemingway. Once his kids were old enough to walk, they learned quickly that when Dad had shut himself off to write in his study that he was “somewhere else.” He usually worked mornings and the house rule was near-absolute: when Dad was in the office with the door closed, he was NOT to be disturbed.

Yesterday, away from social media, and alone, I wrote about more than just about that death. Having finished that part, I felt I needed some life positivity and lightheartedness. I changed gears and jumped over to addressing decidedly another matter that was commonplace in that era of the 1700s and early 1800s:

[Sneak Peek into Tomorrow The Grace. Click to expand.]

Have a good day, wherever you are in the world. 🙂


    • Insta has become my main social media. (I’ve about given up on Twitter; it’s a cesspool.) It’s great fun, but there are times we just have to switch it off. Definitely. But I also don’t like to ignore/miss for too long comments/posts by those who have become friends, or even are friends/relatives I know in person.

      This new book is another “Conventions”-like massive historical fiction extravaganza. I’m hoping for summer 2019. Hoping.😊

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      • Same here! Instagram is great, although it’s not what it used to be. The new algorithm has put a cramp on using the app as a marketing device, but it is what it is. Still plenty of fun! Twitter is crazy though, I agree haha. Exactly, the virtual relationships are great and I feel like they get a bad rap sometimes.

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