Leanne W. Smith
Photos Past & Excerpts Future
Blogging about unexpected roads traveled.
Seeking to keep my chin up, and to help lift yours.
"What a monotony we’d fallen into. Every day filled with sameness, each of us lugging around our own painful baggage and the boredom of familiarity."
That's an excerpt from my latest novel, On a Cold, Gray Day, the one being pitched now to publishers. I thought of that line as I tried to remember what day it was...which day of the week...every day filled with sameness, each of us lugging around our own worries in a pandemic and the boredom of sheltering in place.
The Badlands, South Dakota. Stan and our girls 23 years ago.
"Dales have been called reticent. I guess I helped earn that description. Not even my husband knows all of my story, but…when you get to be old you start looking over your shoulder at your life. You want someone to know what you went through." (Another excerpt from Cold, Gray Day.)
As I work to stay positive with the current disappointment I feel in not taking new photos in Florence today, I've found myself looking over my shoulder at my life, at photos past to remind me of how blessed I am to have traveled in both the U.S. and abroad. And to have family who know me well, who know something of the hardships I've been through, and the dreams to which I still cling.
Tulips in the Netherlands from a trip in 2012.
While the whole manuscript for Cold, Gray Day isn't ready yet, two other books and one short story are. So if you need a little adventure in your life, something to break up the sameness, all are available in print or e-book formats.