Up to Your Chin…

I know with this being the holiday season you’ll think I’m going to address holiday shopping, errands, wrapping of gifts, and cooking. *ding ding* You’re wrong!  : )

This is a discussion on change. My author pal, Lynne Marshall, www.lynnemarshall.com had sent me a book as a belated birthday gift: Help Thanks Wow by Anne Lamott. Yes, that Anne, the one who wrote Bird by Bird. I was thrilled because I had not yet bought this new release, and I immediately cracked it open. Then I needed to put it aside to finish content edits on my next romantic suspense. I know. An author’s day is never done.

On Saturday morning, I dropped by Jenny Crusie’s blog and she mentioned it was national ice cream day.Aust 2012 014 I’m not a huge ice cream fan, I seldom buy it, but I played along and left a comment. Somehow, early last week, in the middle of a cold snap and heavy rain…go figure…I had a craving for ice cream and bought a container of lite vanilla from Trader Joe’s. I also had a head cold, and I figured it must have been the desire for comfort food. I had a bowl of it with fresh raspberries, and it was lovely, and then I forgot about it…until Saturday night.

Back to Saturday afternoon, I’d finished up my edits and sent them off to my editor, watched a late afternoon movie, then went to bed early and read a little bit of Help Thanks Wow. Around 11 pm I woke up and wandered out to the kitchen where I served up a bowl of ice cream and sitting in my nightie only, no slippers, turned on the TV. It was a cold, cold night. I watched for five minutes, turned it off, went back to bed and immediately fell asleep. Sunday morning, I woke up puzzled and wondered if I had been sleepwalking.

What does all of this have to do with change? I went back to Crusie’s blog www.Arghink.com on Sunday morning. She’d posted a new blog about change as a writer, like trying a different style, yet her work still being a Crusie because she wrote it. I immediately recalled something Anne Lamott had said in her book, and the night before it had made me chuckle. I’m paraphrasing for a bit, but Lamott had spoken about change and how if we stay where we are, we’re stuck, that we’re comfortable and safe: “We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins.”

I’d been worried recently about switching from romantic suspense to contemporary romance. Would my small number of readers follow me when Corsica Gate releases on January 28, 2015? Would they switch easily between the two genres I wanted to write in?perf5.000x8.000.indd

See how I worked in that obvious promo plug? Ha ha.

Anyway, I commented about change on Jenny’s blog and cross-over followers, and realized I was talking about my own situation. And part of me wondered, at 11pm on Saturday night, Jenny, who lives on the East coast, would have been up and writing, she’s a night owl, so was she channeling me reading Anne Lamott, or was I channeling her as she wrote her blog on change? Or was she simply urging me to eat ice cream? Again. We shall never know. But at least we’re trying new things and we aren’t up to our chins in that other stuff.


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12 Responses to Up to Your Chin…

  1. It’s kind of fun rattling around inside your brain lol. I kept expecting you to wake up with ice cream on your chin. Change is good but it’s so dang uncomfortable. Sounds like you, Anne, and Jenny had quite the party this weekend☺️

    • robena grant says:

      Ha ha. I swear I was sleepwalking, Lynne. Anyway, it was quite the party, I lead such an adventrous life. Ha ha. On Sunday I finished the book. Thank you again so very much. I’ll read it often. Such a treasure.

  2. Nan says:

    Change…wow…my life is so full of change right now, I can barely breathe. Not very much of it is good because it involves sick loved ones and terminal illness. But there’s also a bit of Nan needing to learn to accept that she can’t control everything and that life will do its own thing whether I interfere or not. Change can bring chaos or peace, depending on how well you accept it. It can also bring ice cream, which often makes everything else bearable. 😉 Great post, Roben! Thank you!

    • robena grant says:

      Ah, Nan. I know I’ve said it before but my heart goes out to your sister and you and the family. Such tough times. Anne Lamott’s book would speak to you and pick it up in this difficult time. It’s about prayer, but is not religious, more spiritual than anything. And it’s so small you could pop it into your purse.

  3. Sam Beck says:

    Hi Robena,

    I think what your post really drove home to me is: it is ALWAYS a good time for ice cream. 😉 I admire you for taking a chance, and making a change with your writing. I’ll bet you not only bring your existing readers to a new genre, but pick up a bunch of new readers too. Who could resist that gorgeous cover?!

    • robena grant says:

      From your lips to the reader’s ears, Sam. 🙂 That photo is of my grandnieces and nephew. It was a cold rainy day at the beginning of summer in Australia, and even with borrowing a jacket from my mother I was shivering. It amazed me that the kids wanted icecream.

  4. Liz Flaherty says:

    I love what Lynne said–it is so dang uncomfortable! But it’s where excitement often comes from, too. Loved the post, Roben.

  5. robena grant says:

    I agree, Liz. If change was easy we’d all be doing it. Ha ha. I’m excited but nervous about my own changes, and that is how it should be. Stretch, grow, retreat, lick wounds, try again. 😉

  6. Gina B. says:

    Thanks for this thought-provoking post, Robena. I think the greatest risks have the greatest rewards. Here’s to picking up many new readers with your upcoming release 🙂

    BTW, I’m envious…I wish I could buy ice cream and leave it for a while in the freezer, but ice cream is my favorite food and #1 weakness. I could eat a whole gallon in one sitting. 🙂

  7. robena grant says:

    Hi, Gina! Thanks for those good wishes. Now, I’ve known you for a long time but I never knew about the ice cream. 🙂 For me it’s chocolate. Wherever it is in the house it whispers to me as I walk past.

  8. Dee J. says:

    Well, now… that’s quite the picture… “poop up to our chins.” I think you should’ve called Jenny, you know, just to see if she was up. LOL. Fun post!

  9. robena grant says:

    Ha ha. Yeah, makes you never want to eat another mushroom…ever!