Monday, November 13, 2017

Learning Curve

I just attended a conference for the business side of writing. There were many things brought up that resonated with me, but the one that stuck in my mind was mentioned during a meal.

Why waste X amount of hours writing blog posts that only a handful of people read when that time could be spent on the book your writing.

I have on a good day, just over a 100 people read this blog. Is my time best spent coming up with something to say and posting here, rather than getting a thousand words written on my current book? I don't know.

Do you 100 or so who come to my blog and read what I write here feel it is an important part of staying connected to me? 

Just wondering if this is a worthwhile way to spend my time I could be writing.

Monday, November 06, 2017

Connecting Life with my Stories

Wallowa Whitman Forest

The other day, I thought of a great rant to put on my blog and today, when I need a blog post, I can't think what it was....

I'm currently working away to get the next Tumbling Creek Ranch book done to go in another box set. I like writing these novellas for the sets. It gives me a chance to spend time at a dude ranch.

Many years ago, one weekend, one summer, I worked as a prep cook at a secluded ranch in the Wallowa Mountains. They had people stay there, ride in on horses, hikers used it as a base camp, and as a base camp for hunting trips. There were only two ways to get there: by horseback or to fly. The plane was a tiny single prop  that held two people. The pilot and the cook. I had to sit in the back with the supplies. Which considering how precarious the landing was, finding a strip of dirt between towering pine trees and the side of the mountain, I was glad I couldn't see where we were going.
Wallowa Mountains

The ranch was private land in the middle of BLM land.

That weekend, I helped prepare meals, learned how to knead bread dough, and washed dishes. I didn't care for the plane ride. I hate the smell of airplane fuel and this small plane reeked. The scenery to and while at the ranch was amazing. But I worked from sun up to sun down and didn't get a whole lot of time to really enjoy the seclusion and explore.  I think that's why I enjoy making up my own ranch. 

But that experience stuck with me and I use it in the Tumbling Creek Ranch books, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it work for my next mystery series.

Have you ever been to a Dude Ranch? Do you want to go to one?

Photos: Taken by Paty Jager

Thursday, November 02, 2017

A Day in the LIfe by Paty Jager

A couple weeks ago I commented on Facebook that my hubby was helping a friend disc up a field that had been used as a dump in years gone by. Well here a few of my finds:

 These were some lids I found. One is for a glass canning jar, it is purple in color.  The larger top is a Gabriel Snubber made in Cleveland U.S. A.

 You can see that there is also the bottom of a jar. The wording on it is: Kerr and SandSprings. The rest of the writing is hard to see.

And the metal lid is an old Kerr jar lid.

This is a 1925 Oregon vehicle license plate.  

I have no clue what this rusty thing is. Hubby thinks it is part of farming equipment. It reminded me of the Army tethers a friend showed me this past summer. It has the hope on top to tie a rope or rein through and it is heavy.

 This is another piece most likely of farm equipment. From the looks of it, we think horse drawn equipment.

 This was the only whole glass piece I found. It is about 6 inches tall, the top is about an inch across and the bottom is about 2 1/2 inches across. There were lots of different colors of broken glass that would have been pretty in the cement counter tops that are the rage these days.

I couldn't find any writing or anything on this. But it's heavy cast iron and I'm thinking it was a cover or decoration on a stove. Anyone else have any guesses?

I forgot to take photos of the metal wheels and bed frames I also found. Those will show up in a post when I decide what to do with them. 

And that's another day in my life. Thanks for stopping in!

Monday, October 30, 2017

Guest Post- Carmen Peone

Why I wrote Hannah’s Journey.
I moved to the Colville Reservation with my Native husband in 1988 and studied the Sinyekst (Sinixt) language with an elder. I fell in love with the people and customs of the tight-knit community. But couldn’t stop there. An idea for a story persisted in my head so I decided to write what came to be, Change of Heart.
I wrote for our 4 sons, my future grandchildren, and my nieces and nephews. Because I worked in the school system at that time, it seemed natural to create teen main characters. On the reservation the extended family is of major importance when raising children so I included the love and protection of the extended family and continue to do so in my books and short stories.
The adage is true: It takes a village to raise a child, which is the heartbeat of a reservation. 
Several years ago, I wrote Heart of Passion, Book 3 in a trilogy about Spupaleena, a young Native American girl, coming of age and racing horses in the mid-1800s, a time when girls would not think of behaving in such a manner.  Hannah Gardner was five then, a young girl in love with her adopted Aunt Spupaleena and having a strong desire to emulate the young woman. In Hannah’s Journey, Hannah is sixteen and has to decide if her future is to include horses, racing, a husband, or returning home to enjoy her young life within the strength and protection of the family unit.

Hannah’s Journey
In the mountains of northeast Washington, sixteen-year-old Hannah Gardner fights for her childhood dream––to race horses with her adopted Indian Aunt Spupaleena. Her mother fears Hannah will get hurt. Frustrated with her daughter’s rebellious spirit, she threatens to send her away to Montana to live with an aunt Hannah’s never met.

To escape this perceived punishment, Hannah runs away to the Sinyekst village along the Columbia River to train with Spupaleena. After Hannah’s first race, an Indian boy pulls her off her horse and spews threats. When Running Elk comes to her rescue, Hannah plans their life together and possible marriage. Will this be the pathway to her freedom?


Falling Rain hugged me and boosted me up on my leggy mare, Moonie.
I nodded at her. “Reckon it’s time to give these boys a respectable lickin’ they’ll never forget.”
“Be careful.” She stepped back.
I spun my horse around and found my way to the other racers.  

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Carmen Peone lives on the Colville Confederated Indian Reservation with her Native husband, Joe.  She had worked with elder, Marguerite Ensminger, for three years learning the Arrow Lakes-Sinyekst- Language and various cultural traditions and legends. With a degree in psychology, the thought of writing never entered her mind, until she married her husband and they moved to the reservation after college. She came to love the people and their heritage and wanted to create a legacy for her family.

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