Another long-overdue update…

Good night, what a year it’s been. How is it already November?!

Health remains a rollercoaster, though less of one thanks to a more aggressive treatment plan. But it didn’t help that my house suddenly got sold out from under me this spring, and getting into my new house took about four months longer than planned. Almost all of the projects I’d intended to work on this year have been on hold or canceled as a result.

But I’m in the new house at last, settling in slowly and working on various projects for Etsy (hoping to relaunch before Thanksgiving), and my latest book is off to beta readers. More on that next week, Lord willing. Once things calm down a bit further after the holidays, the next big things on the to-do list are compiling a short story collection with Enola and (please, Lord!) finally finishing Loyal Valley: Diversion. And maybe, maybe, I’ll get back to blogging here more regularly.

So yes, still alive, just up to my ears in ~stuff~. What else is new?

Oy, what a month…

First I had food poisoning without realizing it–I didn’t have “stomach bug” symptoms until after I’d been diagnosed, and the symptoms I did have were mostly the same as the symptoms I normally have. Then BCF got slammed by Hurricane Michael. Then historic flooding hit the Llano River.

All things considered, I’m fine… still sick, but neither my home nor my parents’ home was affected by the flooding here, and BCF classes continue apace online. A lot of my neighbors and students can’t say the same.

If you want to donate to relief efforts, here’s a link for donations to a fund being managed by the Llano Chamber of Commerce. Convoy of Hope has boots on the ground in Florida, and Texas Baptist Men is both there and here; both organizations are continuing to provide relief work in areas affected by Hurricane Florence as well.

I’m hoping to get my Etsy shop back up and running on November 1, preferably with a few new items, but I’ll just have to see how everything goes. Books will… be happening sometime.

Life, eh?

The Glass Ballerina

A master toymaker once made a ballerina out of spun glass. He took the greatest care to choose the right materials; he spun the glass with the utmost patience and skill into intricate details that built up into an exquisitely graceful form. He placed the ballerina on a stand in a case in front of a window and rejoiced to see her there. Now and again he would take her out to stand in the sunlight and twirl on a string as he played music for her, and he delighted to watch this beautiful thing that he had made.

Yet one day, he came to the case and found her crying.

“Here!” he said and lifted her out. “Why do you cry, my lovely one?”

“Oh, Master, if only I were not glass!” she wailed.

“What do you mean?”

“If I were sturdy, like your steel clockwork dancers, men would dance with me.”

“But I did not make you to dance for men.”

“If I were strong, like your brass jewel-box dancers, ladies would watch me and give me their gold.”

“But I did not make you to dance for women.”

“If I were soft, like your frilly plush dancers, little children would cuddle me. If I could bend, like your jointed porcelain dancers, bigger children would play with me.”

“But I did not make you to dance for children.”

“Then why did you make me at all, Master?”

He took a mirror and held her up before it in the sunlight, so she could see what he saw, how the light glowed and reflected and refracted to shine out as beautiful colors in ever-changing hues as she twirled on her string to the music he played just for her.

“I made you,” he said gently, “to dance for me.”


© 2018 Elisabeth G. Wolfe. All Rights Reserved.

Down the Valley of the Shadow

I’m still sick.

You have no idea how much I did not want to have to start this post with that sentence yet again.

I really thought at the beginning of October that I’d have Diversion finished by the end of the month–I even went ahead and commissioned the cover art, which you can see along with a sneak preview of the book if you pledge $5 or more on my Patreon. When a worsening flare meant work took up all my energy for more of last month than expected, I thought I’d be able to set aside the first two weeks of this month to buckle down and get the book done, assuming I could keep on top of grading well enough not to need to spend much time on it each day.

It hasn’t happened.

What has happened? Fever. Fatigue. Brain fog. Pain. Nausea. Upper respiratory crud. Struggling to figure out what I can eat without spending the day in and out of the bathroom. Struggling to do more than veg out with TV and crochet or computer games or wandering in circles on the ‘Net. The last two weeks have been the worst yet out of this year-plus slog. I’ve barely managed a paragraph all month.

A week from today, I go for what ought to be the final round of tests to get this mess diagnosed and get treatment started. But I have essays coming in this weekend, and grading those is likely to use up all the energy I have between now and the deadline for getting books published through the various outlets I use in time for holiday sales.

Barring a miracle, Diversion may not get finished this year at all.

I’m crying as I write this. I know a lot of the pressure I’m feeling in this regard is self-imposed, but I still can’t help thinking I’m letting you all down by not getting a book out this year. And I’m really, deeply sorry.

How can you help?

  • Buy things I’m selling, whether books or items from my CafePress shop.  Christmas is coming, after all.   Surely you know someone who needs a journal or a mug or a T-shirt or who likes good books, right?
  • Support me through Patreon.  Anything, even a dollar a month, will help.  (I still need to get my backer acknowledgment page set up; it’s on my to-do list.)
  • Help me get the word out about my works.  Granted, I’m horribly introverted, but even if I weren’t, I’m just too sick–and broke, frankly–to do any sort of full-court press of marketing on my own.  Here again, anything will help, even if it’s just a short tweet or a Facebook share. Reviews on Goodreads and Amazon would help, too.
  • Above all else, pray for me.  His ability is far, far greater than my inability (or disability).

An Answer?

In the desert, you can remember your name… — America, “A Horse With No Name”

At the end of the day, your name is Beloved. — Ann Voskamp (on Facebook)

I’m… still pondering this one, honestly. But it sure does seem like an answer.

Worth remembering

There is a limit to the doctrine of the prayer of faith. We are not to expect that God will give us everything we choose to ask for. We know that we sometimes ask, and do not receive, because we ask amiss. If we ask for that which is not promised–if we run counter to the spirit which the Lord would have us cultivate–if we ask contrary to his will, or to the decrees of his providence–if we ask merely for the gratification of our own ease, and without an eye to his glory, we must not expect that we shall receive. Yet, when we ask in faith, nothing doubting, if we receive not the precise thing asked for, we shall receive an equivalent, and more than an equivalent, for it. … If he does not give you precisely what you ask for, he will give you that which is tantamount to it, and that which you will greatly rejoice to receive in lieu thereof. Be then, dear reader, much in prayer, and make this evening a season of earnest intercession, but take heed what you ask.

— C. H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, Evening devotion for May 19

New Year, New Plans

So, long time no blog, eh wot? Joys of chronic illness….

As frustrating as the latter third of 2015 was for me health-wise, however, I’m determined not to let such things hold me back (at least as far as I can do anything about them) in 2016. I plan to finish at least Loyal Valley: Diversion, release an omnibus collection of the first four volumes in that series, and commission audiobooks of everything that’s out thus far. I still plan to participate in Fort McKavett’s West Texas Heritage days (now in May) and hope to do the same at Fort Martin Scott and possibly some other living history events in the area. And there’s a potential opportunity that I’ll share more about if it gets closer to reality.

And you can help make all these things happen.

I’ve taken the plunge and signed up for Patreon, which allows you to pledge recurring monthly support–as little as $1/mo. or as much as you want to give. Various levels of support will receive a variety of rewards, like exclusive sneak previews of book content and acknowledgement here and in print. The more funds I can raise in this way, the less time I’ll have to spend scraping together a living through freelancing and the more time I can devote to writing and research.

(I don’t currently plan to quit teaching, even if I no longer need the money. Teaching is fun.)

I’ve also got myself a YouTube channel now. Not that I know what I’ll do with it yet–it might be more for Patreon stuff–but it’s there. 😀 I’d like to get back to Literature You Should Know over on Smash Cut Culture, too, assuming I have the time and energy.

So that’s what’s new with me. Alles Gute zum Neuen Jahr!

Events and non-events

“You haven’t posted anything in x days,” Facebook nags me.
Well, no, Facebook, I haven’t. I’ve been sick for two months, and it’s been all I can do to keep up with my teaching obligations, let alone other paying work, never mind attempting to do any marketing for Loyal Valley: Captives now that I’ve finally managed to get the cover set up such that CreateSpace won’t resize it incorrectly or attempting to start on Loyal Valley: Diversion. Thanks for the automatic guilt trip!

The joys of life with chronic illness…

Because I am so woefully behind with teaching and fighting such severe fatigue, I’ve decided not to try to make it to Fort Croghan or Llano Wild West Weekend this year. The book sales would be a help financially, but I’m just not up to it. However, I will be at the Kingsland Library’s Breakfast with the Authors tomorrow, Oct. 7, from 9 to 10:30.

Also, this past Saturday, I got to meet and have a lovely chat with Celia Hayes, who also writes about the German Texan experience during the 19th century! We swapped books, and I’m looking forward to making time to read The Quivera Trail, which is set around the same time as Loyal Valley. I’m also looking forward to her forthcoming Tales of Luna City, which sounds like the kind of book anyone who’s lived in a small town will find hilarious because we know all the characters….

Yellowstone, 2000: An Allegory

Yellowstone new growthTwelve years have passed since the fires came.
The burned-out lodgepoles tower still,
Standing like ghosts too proud to fall
’Til a strong wind comes and lays them low.
I remember this forest from long ago,
When I was a child and the trees were old.
Now the sun comes further down
Past the ashen pillars of yesteryear
And shines upon a brighter green
Of new, young trees that grow so thick
The scars upon the mountainsides
Are black no more, but green again.
The pines grow slowly, and some will die
Before they reach their fathers’ heights—
The porcupine’s girdle is fatal yet—
But still they push toward the sky,
Each needle aglow with the thrill of life.

Poem © 2007 Elisabeth G. Wolfe. Photo © 2000 William D. Wolfe III. All rights reserved.