On how some things never change

I am, as you know, an extremely prolific author, and that means I am constantly working. But it also means I am constantly getting stuck.

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Jessica can always tell because that’s when I start trying new recipes for dinner. It’s amazing the number of ideas a good tofu marinade can shake loose.

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Dojo Wisdom for Writers, second edition, now available on Amazon in print and ebook! (Nook and other ebook versions here)
Catch a Falling Star (by Jessica Starre) and The Matchmaker Meets Her Match (by Jenny Jacobs), two of my favorite novels.

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Some good news!

One of my lighthearted paranormal romances, Lessons in Magic, has been accepted for publication by Crimson Romance, and will be out on September 1.  Yay!

NOTE: Jessica Starre would like to make it clear that she is the alter ego responsible for this work and that it will be coming out under her name. She thinks I don’t give her enough credit, and she’s all, “You like Jenny Jacobs better!” Which is not true! I love all of us equally.

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My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here. And I’ve published my essay “For Jessica” as a small book. Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here.

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Ode to the coffee shop

One of the baristas at the coffee shop I frequent is an extremely taciturn and dignified young man, and when he asks if I want sprinkles, he uses a carefully modulated and uninflected tone so as not to make his pain too apparent. Sometimes he draws a little leaf on my mocha. The stories I make up about him in my head have entertained me on many an otherwise profitless morning.  Right now I’m leaning toward the theory that he was formerly a hit man for a mobster in Jersey, and this is his way of atoning for his sins.

One of the frequent customers is a young man who looks just like Cary Elwes from The Princess Bride. And you know I want to be Inigo Montoya when I grow up, so every time I look at him I want to giggle but I don’t because that would be rude, and so I end up smiling at him a lot, and his girlfriend usually looks like she’s getting ready to punch me.

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There are a bunch of retired guys, the Slackers, who worry aloud that I am going to put them in a book someday, which means they are assuming I haven’t already, and they will just have to read all my books to find out.

And there is a little marble top table, just the right size for my laptop, if I’ve brought it with me, or a stack of manuscript pages, if I haven’t, and a great deal of entertainment just outside the window, for when I have no idea what I’m going to write next.

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My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here. And I’ve published my essay “For Jessica” as a small book. Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here.

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Today’s meditation, illustrated

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My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here. And I’ve published my essay “For Jessica” as a small book. Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here.

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On how I get so much done

This summer, Jessica decided that she did not want to go to day camp as she has in previous years and so we agreed to give her staying home a try. We had some intense negotiation first (Me: “You will have to be patient while I work.” Jess: “You can bring me to the coffee shop with you and I will have Diet Coke and a cookie.”)

As much as I love getting to spend extra time with Jessica, there is a downside in that she always notices when I am on Facebook.

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And that, my friends, is my key to productivity.

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My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here. And I’ve published my essay “For Jessica” as a small book. Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here.

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On learning to love uncertainty

I hate being uncertain, as you can probably tell by how sure I am that I am always right and how convinced I am that I know everything, or at least that I know everything I need to know and can find out the rest.

But life kicks everyone’s ass, even those of us who kick back, and once you reach the age where the only people who think you’re still young have celebrated their eightieth birthdays, you recognize that certainty is chimera, and you stop trying to track it down and trap it because whatever you do, it’s got sharper claws than you have.

So you, or at least I, try to figure out how to learn to live with uncertainty, which, not unlike broccoli and good wine, is an acquired taste. You, or at least I, circle around it, poking it a little, trying to determine its shape and its dimensions.

But I like answers, dammit, so I asked Debz if she’d lead me on another guided meditation (quantum jump, for those of you who have been following along). You remember Debz:

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Anyway, she said, “Of course!” because she is very generous like that, and also I think she likes to hear what I’ve cooked up this time in my fevered imagination.

You may remember that once Debz gets you into a meditative state, she has you imagine a gate into the universe, and you open the gate and you jump through.

I was all, “Gawd I hate uncertainty! Can’t someone please tell me how all of this ends?!” like I don’t already know and just want a different answer, and so the idea of jumping through that gate and seeing what was on the other side was too scary, so I pushed cartoon me through:

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If you did not previously realize I am insane, I think it is safe to assume that you are now up to date.

So cartoon-me landed on an island in the tropics, complete with swaying palm trees, but sadly no Greek sailors. Right in front of me was a very large elephant. A war elephant, complete with broken tusk and torn ear. (Later Debz told me that this is how Ganesh, the Hindu god, remover of obstacles, is depicted, although I did not know this at the time.)

Fortunately, cartoon-me is not easy to trample, being only a drawn outline, and I (or at least, cartoon-me) ended up on the elephant’s back.

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From there I could see everything! Yay! No more doubt and uncertainty! I would always know what was coming!

Then the mist rolled in.

Seriously, I have got to get an imagination that doesn’t always default to the worst-case scenario.

So the mist clouded everything, and it dampened sound, and I had no way of knowing what was sneaking up on me, but as I mentioned, cartoon-me is hard to trample, so I wasn’t all that worried. From my vantage point, I realized that the mist was beautiful. It was just as beautiful as being able to see everything.

Huh.

Debz quietly called me back home, but before I left, I gave the elephant a gift from my heart, which was, apparently, a handful of peanuts:

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Clearly, cartoon-me has no sense of occasion.

So that is me, trying to learn to love uncertainty.

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My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here. And I’ve published my essay “For Jessica” as a small book. Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here.

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