The first project
I thought it might be fun for people to have excerpts of all my books in one easy place. So I’ve classified them by novellas and short stories, my Katherine Storm books, my backlist, and I’m working on excerpts of all the other books to be located in one PDF file. Here are the links for the first two. (Located on the front page of my website, too.)
While I love learning something new – it is as vital to me as breathing – I also get frustrated at my lack of knowledge in a new subject. What further frustrates me is the fact that I will put a file somewhere where it’s easy to find and then lose it.
Years of being cautious have resulted in my never throwing away anything or deleting any files. Consequently, when you look at my hard drive, you’ll see files I ported over from the 1990s.
One of the reasons why it’s a little difficult to find things is because there’s so much forest to go through to look for the trees.
That’s another project
I’ve been giving myself the task of going through and making sure that I absolutely, positively have to keep everything I’m keeping. I have two hard drives, both of them are 1 TB. I won’t even list all of the flash drives and memory cards I have for duplicates and triplicates of stuff.
I discovered some writing I didn’t realize I still had, things from my twenties. I was startled to find something I wrote after talking to my grandmother about her mother, Mary Sue West. I spent the summer with both women when I was eight. Mary Sue was an absolutely fascinating character. She had seduced the son of a very wealthy family, went on to marry him and have 14 children. She remained dictatorial, charming, and an absolutely frightening personage to me even up to her death at the age of 97. I remember her speaking about her father who had gone to war. We’re talking the Civil War. I thought it amazing that I had actually known someone who had known someone who had fought in the Civil War.
I’m going to put the whole thing on the newsletter, I think, and I may just incorporate it into a book.
That’s one of the fun things about cleaning out “closets”. You never know what you’ll find.