My book launch for “Waking Up to the Life Left in Me” is happening Feb 12, 2022 at 4 PM on zoom. If you would like an invitation, please let me know with your email address.
Here’s the teaser:
Murder on Belcut Mountain
My book launch for Murder on Belcut Mountain was yesterday afternoon. I did three 5-minute readings. Here are the links. I hope you enjoy these little bites. Love Lyn
At the moment, I’m just finishing up my first murder mystery called, Murder on Belcut Mountain. My writers’ group had a social on Saturday, and we were all recorded reading our romantic stories. Mine is an excerpt from that mystery. This short chapter is called Rhythms of Love.
Romance in Crime Fiction?
Video of Norm, my late husband, playing the didgeridoo on our final trip to the coast, 23Sep15, at Beverly Beach, Newport, OR
This short video will bring to life one of the romantic scenes between Susan Miller and George O’Donnell in my book, “Murder on Belcut Mountain”.
I was elated to be asked to be a guest on New View Poetry Show with Karen Hein. My segments were recorded via zoom as I wasn’t able to attend in person. I’ve made a note of the time stamp for each of my portions. But, you should watch the whole show as it’s really wonderful. It takes a while to load on Teams and you can join as anonymous. The show actually begins at time stamp 7:20. Love Lyn
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My poetry portions:
10:01 I looked out the front window in the autumn and each plant and tree was sparkling with dew as the sun’s light pointed in exactly the right direction. So, I wrote:
many twinkling diamonds
hanging on a branch
wind tickles gently
causing them to dance
pokey spiky fractals
repeating in the air
chickadee a’ chirping
all without a care
autumn’s right upon us
thundering with the sound
leaves are turning colour
dropping to the ground
cold and frosty mornings
complete with ruddy dawn
icicles from rooftops
slippery on the lawn
ozone smells tell me
snow is coming soon
songs of joyful carols
whistling happy tunes
all is as it should be
in the world today
seasons’ cycles pass by
inviting us to play
play within each moment
notice what’s around
never let the weather
ever get you down
14:05 I’ve written several poems about weather. One day, I looked across the street to monitor the river. It was raining so hard that the drops were jumping a foot back up from the street.
Some people look out and see RAIN
Some look out and see little diamonds
Each drop full of rare opportunities
Each one plump with individual goodness
Each pool waiting for kid-sized galoshes
Some people look out and see WIND
Some look out and see chances for change
Each puff full of promise
Each breeze pushing us onward
Each gale cleansing us inward
Some people look out and see SNOW
Some look out and see light
Each flake full of unique diversity
Each ball full of joy and playfulness
Each snowman a wonderful creation
Some people look out and see SUN
Some look out and see health
Each beam a plant to nourish us
Each flare illuminating our inner glory
Each ray a blessing on us all
Some people look out and see FOG
Some look out and see peace
Each step we take revealed at our own pace
Each blanket covers that which we don’t need
Each foghorn brings us safely home
17:50 I was at a lake sitting on a bench when a couple of gorgeous swans with babies swam by. They were in and out of the water. Such a lovely family. They inspired me to write:
Turned to Home
to sit on
white black orange
turned to home
21:58 I read that Betty White passed away, and I was flooded with emotion. I couldn’t get the words down fast enough. She meant so much to me. I grew up watching her in many shows and always loved her characters. I appreciated what she stood for in her own life, too. This one’s for Betty.
Betty White—a poem for
Who doesn’t know this glorious face
full of joy and blessed with grace
Her talent oozes from her spirit
We watch with interest we want to hear it
She lives on and on and on
never ageing such aplomb
Almost a century she attained
health was with her until life changed
Death will always take its due
we’ll never escape the final blues
But this gal showed us how to live
and helped us see how to give
She exuded life’s elixir
she knew happiness would always fix her
And so she passed it on to all
We’ll miss you, Betty, but have a ball
On your journey to the other side
we let you go so filled with pride
What you did here was just phenomenal
an amazing person and quite exceptional
Thank you for all you gave to us
You’ll find your way in that we trust
Your true love there awaits adores
This life is over but there is more
25:15-35:15 Interview with Karen Hein
- Tell us about yourself.
I’ve been writing for 62 years about everything and anything. I write in multiple genres: fiction, non-fiction, childrens books, cookbook, technical writing, inspirational writing, and my first love, poetry. I’ve written 50 books, self-published them and sold them myself as PDFs.
My memoir, “Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole” [hold up the cover] was published in 2018. That book took me on a journey that connected my childhood to who I am today.
I love life and find people fascinating. I live a very rich interior life of dreams, symbols, conversations, and imaginings, and all of that informs the writing I do. The experiences I’ve had in life have gone into creating the writing I do. I think that’s what has kept me sane and sound.
Last year, I completed six years of work on my first Romantic Suspense novel called, “Murder on Belcut Mountain”, [hold up the cover]. It’s the first of six books in the series. Over the last five years, I wrote another book of poetry and essays, which will be published in February. “Waking Up to the Life Left in Me” [hold up the cover]. Plus, I’m putting together an inspirational book called, “A Month of Fractal Bliss” [hold up the cover].
2. When did you start writing and being creative and what type of writing did you do?
I was eight and it was something I did often, so my dad bought me a box of pencils and a thick scribbler. I have no idea where that got to as we moved around so much. My first poem was about my dad, but I don’t remember how it went. Likely, it was very rudimentary.
I write in many genres. Poetry is my first love. There is not a week that goes by that I’m not working on a poem. Many of them don’t do any more than get written, titled, and filed. A few make it into the books I write.
3. Have you taken any special courses or training in writing? Any plans to?
I took some courses in writing and publishing at SFU about twenty years ago. I’ve taken many smaller courses on specific things ie: writing romance, writing a murder mystery, how to write a novel, creating a book design, writing a useful outline, and many others. I plan to continue to grow as a writer by taking more courses.
4. Do you have anything published?
All of my work is self-published as PDFs. A few are through hybrid publishing: my memoir— “Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole” [hold up book] was published through a hybrid company (I won’t say who as I can’t recommend them), and “Murder on Belcut Mountain” [hold up book] my first Romantic Suspense was published through a dear friend who does it on KDP and only for friends.
5. Do you read/write poetry for pleasure? Any favourite authors?
I usually read romance novels. That being said, I enjoy reading poems by Rumi, Maya Angelou, and Robert Frost. I find Rumi gets to the heart of the matter; Maya is wonderful, graphic, and heartfelt; and Robert Frost sparks my imagination. I loved your book, “Still Ripples”.
6. Do you get as much time as you like for writing?
The short answer is NO. I have several health issues so I’m low on energy and, since my husband passed away, I’ve taken on all of the chores. My time and energy are pulled in various other directions. That being said, I’m still writing as much as I can every day. I’m sure that if someone were looking after the chores and if I were in good health, writing would be much simpler and marketing would be productive. Marketing is where the real work is.
7. What inspires and motivates your passion to read or write poetry?
Life is fascinating to me. Simple things like raindrops on bare tree branches cause a swirl of imagination in my brain. Anything is subject to poetry. The death of my mother, my husband, my sisters brought on numerous poems falling from my pen. The weather, the sky, the water, people—it all inspires me in some way. And, often I write about it.
8. What is your process of writing? Is the poem ever finished?
An idea sparks in me and I write it down as fast as I can. Then I begin working with it. As it goes along, I may see a specific direction that pulls me. I might want it more structured, so I’ll begin bending the words to the rhythm, or to the rhyme. I consult the thesaurus constantly, seeking just the right word. At some point, I know it’s complete and I feel happy. It is then filed for future use.
9. Do you have a motto or personal insight to share?
My favourite saying is of Chinese origins, but the author is unknown, “The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person who is doing it.” That puts it in a nutshell. Many people have told me I couldn’t or shouldn’t do something; I’d never amount to anything; I’m not smart enough. I’m not brave enough. But because it was in my heart to do it, I did. And I’ve kept on doing it. My motto is: Keep Going.
10. What’s your favourite colour/food?
I love all colours as they each nourish my spirit and feed my soul in some way. As far as clothing, I usually wear sparkly jewel tones: ruby, emerald, sapphire, and gold. As far as food, I need to stay away from many items as I’m allergic or sensitive to them. I love cooking for myself. I’m an omnivore.
11. Any written works you would like to share?
There are a few authors I always recommend for novel reading: Robyn Carr, Louise Penny, and Deborah Garner. They are all wonderful, creative, richly descriptive writers with many publications, so you can get a good dose of them.
43:03 We were asked to write a poem about the sun and the moon. Here are my two.
My mood changes with the tides
But I won’t be left high and dry
I’ll wander through emotions til
My thoughts and heart become still
Dear Luna helps to wash each month
With tears of sorrow, joy and stuff
And lets me bow my head and say
I’m happy with my life today.
44:37 Ole Sol
would we know
just where we are?
We need the light
The warmth the care
The rays beat down
and wrap us all
big and small
A warming hug
for all and sunder
and we give thanks
for the Love we’re under
47:19 We were asked to have an extra poem ready. Here’s mine called Cycles from 1991.
troughs created, breaking foam
miles of sand that oceans roam
all that was here, is here, how
changing matter, then to now
and now to then and back again
recycled into this and that
there’s nothing new in heav’n on earth
it’s all that is from death to birth
and up and down and out and in
through cycles many, end, begin
in crashing surf and seagulls fly,
there’s no such thing as live or die
it all is here it’s never gone
it separates, then comes to one
the same and changing, ever be.
from past to present eternity
If you would like to be a guest on the show, please contact Karen Hein at:
She also teaches a poetry course