Kathryn Louise Wood Author Blog
Sharing intriguing information I dig up as I research for the writing of my novels, and pondering life's moments, big and small.
Tuesday, July 5, 2022
Sea Glass...Jewels From the Sea: NEWS FLASH!
Monday, February 28, 2022
Inspiration...the breath of life and fulfillment
Today, I am focused on the inspiration I received from my dear Aunt Evelyn. Inspiration that overflowed itself into a poem that I recently wrote for her ninety-fifth birthday, just about a week before she passed away. Always a woman of strength, flexibility, good humor, and boundless love, Aunt Evelyn also lived life with a sense of curiosity and courage. As she began her transition from this life to the next, my cousin was witness to her mother's reporting of dreams, visions, and glimpses of the "other side." As with the rest of her life, my aunt faced her next phase with a sense of wonder and a deep foundation of faith. She was ready for the next grand adventure, knowing in her heart that other loved ones who had gone before her, especially her cherished husband, were ready to take her hand and lead her forward.
I learned from my cousin that her mother loved butterflies and that her favorite color was blue. Blue. The color of her beautiful eyes and that Carolina Blue sky beneath which she was born. And so, with Aunt Evelyn's spirit breathing life into my words, I wrote the following poem, shared here with my cousin's blessing. It is, perhaps, more "heart" than "art" but, I hope you may find a bit of inspiration from it as well.
Butterfly Soul
A small butterfly came fluttering by
and caught the blue of Evelyn's eye.
She softly raised her gentle hand,
offering haven for it to land.
Its tiny feet then tickled her palm,
sapphire wings folding down in calm.
She nearly felt its thrumming heart
and knew it played some larger part,
bigger than self in God's great plan.
"Please tell me now, however you can."
A shimmering voice now entered her mind,
more thought than words of any kind,
"Lean closer with your heart's own ear.
I'll tell you why God placed me here:To remind you of things you already know,
down deep in your soul where all truths grow—
"Caterpillaring on, you do your best,
then cocoon for a moment of briefest rest.
And just when you think all of life is done,
you discover your wings, reflecting the sun.
Look in a mirror, and know what you see
veils your Butterfly Soul of Eternity."
Thanks for stopping by. Ya'll come back, now (and feel free to leave your own inspirations in the comments below.)
Kate
-photos from Pixabay.com-
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Snowfall...winter wonder
Here, in northeastern North Carolina, a hefty snowfall is a rare thing. And, so, we tend to celebrate with wide-eyed wonder and clicking cameras and bowls of snow cream, and some of us even wax poetic. Here is my poem inspired by snow and some photos of our most recent seasonal wonderment this past week, as well as a couple shots from winters past.
Snowfall
by Kathryn Louise WoodFeathering through the ink of night,
Seeping into unseen cracks,
Swirling in mad circling eddies,
Drifting into slippery slopes,
Sweeping free across the open,
Deviling into sudden whirlwinds,
Clinging to eyelashes and to feet,
Smoothing over the rough and sharp,
Sparkling beneath sun and moonlight,
Melting into reflective glimmer,
Dripping silent, drop by drop,
Soaking darkly into earth,
Vaporing back to shimmering sky.
Is it snow...or memory?
Thanks for stopping by. Ya'll come back!
Kate
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Giving Thanks...before Christmas
Halloween and the hallowed season of Christmas. In our frenzied anticipation of yuletide cheer, I sense an air of desperation. I totally get it. Like the song from the musical, Mame, proclaims, "We need a little Christmas, right this very minute!" Indeed, we do. But. Let's not just skim over Thanksgiving as a day to try out roasting turkey as practice for Christmas dinner. Let's stop and relish this quiet day, Christmas's gentle sister.
With this thought in mind, I composed a little poem today for some "compare and contrast" between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Full disclosure: it's not art, but it's from the heart.
Giving Thanks Before Christmas
by Kathryn Wood AhearnChristmas is cake, and Thanksgiving's a pie.Thanksgiving is earth, and Christmas is sky.
Thanksgiving's a sweater—Christmas, a gown.
One wears a cap while the other, a crown.
~
Thanksgiving's a whistler, and Christmas, a choir.
One plugs in bright lights, one stokes a warm fire.
Thanksgiving's a turkey—Christmas, a dove.
Both celebrate blessings, and friendship, and love.
How perfect Thanksgiving preludes Christmas glee,
a day to give thanks before lighting the tree.
~
Christmas will sparkle, Thanksgiving will glow.
Both honor the one from whom all blessings flow.
Thanksgiving is sunlight, and Christmas, a star,
but wise men and family both travel afar
to give up their thanks, then give presents away,gifts from the heart by camel or sleigh.
~
They say Christmas comes but one day a year,
but a time to count blessings is always right here.
So give thanks each night as you kneel down to pray
and honor the lessons of Thanksgiving Day.
Thanks for stopping by. Y'all come back, now (and have a Happy Thanksgiving!)
Kate
Monday, September 13, 2021
Taking Time...isn't wasting time
which I needed to bend my efforts. But then, this morning, I began mulling over the whole concept of taking the time to do something and knew it was time to write another post...aimed squarely at yours truly. (And if any of you see some benefit here, then...bonus!)
I had a bit of a Eureka moment when I thought about what taking time means. It's not about taking precious time away from other things we deem more worthy. It's not losing time. It's taking ownership of time. We take it into our keeping.
So with that notion in mind, I thought of a few things for which I need to take the time on a regular basis. Perhaps some will speak to you, as well.
Take the time to:
Listen.
To people of all ages, even to those on opposite sides of the "fence," whatever fence it is that divides us. Perhaps, especially to them. It doesn't mean we condone their opinions, but it does mean we recognize them as fellow human beings. And, really, if we are arming ourselves for whatever social or political battles we see fit to engage in, then we sure better know what the other folks are saying. Not just saying, but feeling. And that, my friend, takes real listening. Not just listening with our ears, but with our hearts and minds.
To the sounds of nature. There is another world out there, beyond our human making, and it is alive with sound! I find the best time to plug into that world is early morning before so many of us fill the air with our vehicles, and lawnmowers, and radios, and words. It's a reminder that we share this planet with innumerable other beings, ones that live their lives alongside us and, if we listen, fill it with beautiful and fascinating song and chatter.
Read.
I'm aiming this specifically at my writer-side. Reading enlarges our world and allows us to live vicariously through a universe of characters, both fictional and historical, who go places and do deeds beyond our ken. As a writer, immersing myself in a well-written book helps inform my own writing for the better. ("Just look how effortlessly this author spins dialogue..." "Those short, punchy sentences really help build up the tension in this chapter..." etc) And even reading less than stellar material can be a literary object lesson. ("Whoa. I better watch out for these kind of run-on sentences in my manuscript...")
Practice Self-Care.
An especially difficult concept since this seems to be simultaneously time-wasting and self-serving. But, honestly, how well can we do the other more "important" things if our health suffers: mental, physical, or both?
As a writer, hyper-focusing on the computer screen in front of me, this means I must set my alarm and get up and move around (particularly my stiff neck and shoulders) on a regular basis. My physical therapist, trying to help me alleviate my terrible neck stiffness and pain, is the source of this advice. He wants me to take a break every thirty minutes. Thirty minutes! I'm trying.Now, this next bit of self-care will surely bring out the scatological fifth-grade humorist in us, but it's important to take time to...poop. Yes, I said it. When I grew up, our family bathrooms were devoid of reading material. We were encouraged to spend as little time there as possible. It wasn't until I began visiting the bathrooms of friends that I discovered the whole "reading room" concept. ("What the heck are all these magazines doing in the bathroom?!") Needless to say, years of chronic constipation taught me that some things just can't be rushed.
Take time to rest. If we grind ourselves down to the bone (again, mentally or physically,) there is nothing left with which to carry out that important work we are driving ourselves to perform. And sleep. Oh my goodness, food of the gods. Science is now telling us that sleep isn't a waste of time; it's essential to our brain cells to regroup and revive and keep on ticking away.
Savor Food.
Think of this as a subset of Self-Care. Even the most humble of meals, deserves our attention. After all, without food, where would we be? Nowhere. And, I've been told that focusing on each bite we take, really tasting it, noticing its texture, is one way to slow down our consumption and actually eat less. Eat less, enjoy more. Mindful eating. Sounds reasonable to me. And, lucky for me, I'm married to a man who loves to cook! Win/win! (Time to pull this post together because I smell something delectable coming from the kitchen...)
-There are many more things for which I need to take the time, but this is a start. I welcome your own thoughts on taking time in the comments, below.
Thanks for stopping by. Y'all come back, now!
Kate
Thursday, July 1, 2021
Baking a Book...don't judge a book or cake by its cover!
As I was preparing my latest cake, celebrating member birthdays for my writers group, it dawned on me how similar the baking process was to the writing process. Especially with this cake, baked in the shape of a giant, open book, with its particular challenges. I have to say that, in the end, it was delicious and well-received, but it was quite a journey getting there!
Choosing the Confection Type/Literary Vehicle:
First, I had to make a choice of the type of baked goods.
Cupcakes/Short Stories? Cookies/Poetry? Cake/Novel? OK, cake it was. A full-fledged novel of a cake seemed most appropriate for a birthday party.
Flavor/ Genre:
Chocolate/Mystery? Coffee/Literary? Coconut/Fantasy? Citrus/Humor?
Oh, we all needed a good laugh, so citrus was my choice.
Cake Size/Word Count:
Single Layer-Double Layer-Large Sheet/60,000-120,000 Words?
Well, the book-shaped cake pan I purchased for the occasion determined this—a large, very large sheet cake, the equivalent of three cake mixes worth. With the frosting, my cake weighed in at a whopping ten pounds. (I weighed myself, empty-handed, on our bathroom scale, then stepped back up on the scale balancing the finished cake in my hands.)
This was not going to be a fast read! If it were a book, it would be pushing close to a 200,000- word tome. At least there would be plenty extra cake to hand out to all the group members to take home to their families!
Customizing the Cake/Literary Voice:
Just as the author’s own unique word choice and narrative style determine the voice of a book, so does adding those extras to a basic recipe to make the end product special. I normally make my baked goods completely from scratch, but this time I began with three boxes of orange cake mix to which I added/exchanged some extra ingredients (orange juice, sour cream, vanilla instant pudding mix, orange zest) that made it sing with moist flavor.
Icing the Cake/Mixing Genres:
All went well until I got to the icing of the cake. I wanted a lemony cream cheese-based frosting for the balance of flavors, but I needed a frosting that would dry firm enough to allow me to write on it with edible markers. So...I created a combo icing, much like mixing genres. (Fantasy and humor. Literary and mystery. Harder than I thought!)
First, I laid down my yummy cream cheese frosting and let it chill well in the refrigerator. Then, I (attempted) to coat the cream cheese frosting with buttercream frosting. All that lovely, soft, slippery cream cheese icing didn’t make a very sturdy foundation for the heftier buttercream! And, sadly, even after allowing the buttercream topping to dry, it still wasn’t firm enough for writing with the edible markers. Argh! So, I made matters even more complicated by adding medallions of firm, glossy royal icing on top of the buttercream (on top of the cream cheese on top of the orange cake.) By then, I was running low on time to have my masterpiece completed for the night’s meeting.
Checking online for ways to make royal icing firm up faster, I discovered the quickest method was warming it with a heat gun. My husband just happened to have one of those in his workshop, so I plugged it in and set to firming up the royal icing. Of course, you can already see the problem. Heat is great for drying out royal icing in a jiffy, but also for melting its buttercream and cream cheese underpinnings. Having failed to first create a high enough border between the medallions and the rest of the top of the cake, the confectionary dam broke in places and royal icing oozed out of its assigned position. My cake was taking on a decidedly surreal Salvador Daliesque appearance.
But! I finally wrestled the frosting back into place (kind of) and was able to write words on the royal icing medallions. Not beautifully, but at least somewhat legibly. Then, there was the challenge of storing the cake before its evening presentation. You guessed it. Mixing genres and frosting were, again, the issue. Cream cheese frosting requires refrigeration, but the moisture inside a fridge will soften royal icing and make it run. Noooooo! So, that’s why, our home office that has its own window air conditioner was sealed off with the AC running full blast. We turned it into a giant, dry, cooling area for the giant mixed-genre cake!
The time arrived for transporting the cake to the meeting. With no container big enough to safely cover it, I sat in the backseat of our car, balancing the cake on my lap. “No sudden stops or fast corners!” I instructed my husband.
We made it with the cake in one piece and it was, after all the drama, a hit with our beloved group members. They are astute enough readers and writers to know you can’t always judge a book by its cover! (And they know me well enough to know my heart was in the right place even if I did make some misguided frosting decisions.) So, lesson learned. Think ahead when baking or writing and if you decide to mix genres, be sure they are compatible!
Thanks for stopping by! Y'all come back, now.
Kate
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
If Spring Had a Color...then yellow, it must be
It's the end of April, and Spring has come at last. Not the false spring of February, or the teasing spring of March, but finally, the true Spring! I'm celebrating with an original poem inspired by that most springy of colors: yellow. All of the photos are ones that I took in my own backyard (with the exception of the forsythia and Carolina jasmine which I let slip past my camera lens this year—those are from the royalty-free Pixabay site, bless 'em.)
Spring Yellow/Yellow Spring
by Kathryn Louise Wood
If Spring had a color,
then yellow, it must be.
Buttercups, and daffodils,
and Carolina jasmine,
forsythia, and dandelions,
and yellow powdered pollen.
Thursday, March 4, 2021
On Writing...just do it
https://www.facebook.com/KatePlate15 ) And I see a direct correlation between baking and writing. Both take forethought, assembling the right ingredients, measuring them out into workable proportions, mixing them together, then allowing them enough time in the right environment to bake to delicious fruition. Food for thought, you might say! With that in mind, I look forward to meeting with school children as we step into my literary kitchen and “bake books” together.
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Old Dog, Young Year...Wolf Moon
Old Dog, Young Year, Wolf Moon
by Kathryn Louise Wood
Monday, December 28, 2020
The Joys of Secret Santa...and Secret Santa Paws too
"Sophie Investigates the Secret Santa Paws Package"- Photo by K L Wood |
"Sophie Keeping an Eye on the Secret Santa Paws Gifts"- Photo by K L Wood |
disguised inquires of clothing sizes, ears pricked to any mention of needed items, and grateful perusing of Amazon Wish Lists. It really has been great fun and a wonderful way to share (even if by video chat!)
"Some Nibbler Mates"—photos submitted by the Nibblers |
"Some More Nibbler Mates"- Photos submitted by the Nibblers |
The organizer kindly and wisely matched those on their respective continents to save on postage and delivery time. (Delivery time being an especially great challenge this past year!) Our dogs, five-year-old Sophie, and fourteen-year-old Minna, were the happy recipients of gingerbread squeaky toys and yummy doggy cookies! Thank you, Secret Santa Paws! (I've included more photos submitted by the Nibblers. Such a darling group of dogs and their human “beans.)
"Minna with her Secret Santa Paws Gift"—photo by K L Wood |
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
We Gather Together...as we socially distance
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Ghost Stories...'tis the season
"Buttercup Cottage Halloween" photo by K.L. Wood |
"Edinburgh Ghost Tour" re: Pixabay |
Ghostwriter
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Doggone Inspiration...and surprising source of comfort
"Patterdale Wanderers" illustration by Mo Palios |
"Sophie" photo by K. L. Wood |
"Nibbler Flag" illustration by Mo Palios |