Hi, I’m Judy Johnson, and Meg has asked me — due to her illness — to take over her blog pretty much from now on. She is suffering from metastatic cancer and in hospice. Meg wants to “keep the books alive” as long as possible, and has willed the copyrights to me for this purpose. She turned the website over to me as well, and the sales-outlets accounts.
Meg has written her obituary in advance and I will post it when the time comes. She has asked not to be flooded with sympathetic comments, since she doesn’t have the energy to reply politely. Meg wants all her friends and fans to know how much she appreciates you and not be offended or worry when she doesn’t reply.
It’s so funny to see everyone posting around and about saying that they voted, because we’ve been vote by mail only here in Washington state for a long time, and I actually voted and mailed my ballot in last week.
The third week of July, a friend and I decided to make the loop around Olympic National Park, which occupies the heart of the Olympic Peninsula and is encircled by U.S. 101, which makes a horseshoe at its northernmost reach.
Neither of us had done the route in a long time — not since my nine-year-old car was brand-new, to be precise. The weather at home was hot, so the idea of heading to the coast was very attractive, too.
The only problem was making reservations for a place to stay, since the whole loop is about 360 miles, which is a very long day if you’re actually going to stop and walk around anywhere. Olympic National Park is a popular tourist attraction, plus Forks, which is a good midpoint stopping place, is still a favorite of Twilight fans, so this took some finagling with less than a week’s notice. After a few calls, though, we finally ended up reserving a room about fifteen miles outside of Forks. I’ll tell you a bit more about that in a bit.
We headed out fairly early, and, after picking up what I always think of as an insta-picnic at a Subway in Aberdeen, added some north to our west.
The road from the south to the coastal section of the park is mostly an endless progression of farmed forest and clearcuts, but once in the park itself, things improve drastically. We drove past Lake Quinault, and stopped briefly at Kalaloch, but our first goal for the day was Ruby Beach, where we ate our picnic then walked down to the beach itself.
It was pleasantly cool and cloudy there, which was terrific after the heat inland. The short trail leading to the cobble beach was a bit difficult for my friend, who has some mobility issues, but she made it. And the views were well worth it. We had fun trying to skip stones into the water, too. I used to be good at that, but I’m not anymore. Not enough practice, I guess.
A rather odd — I’m not sure what to call it — was interesting, too. But I have pictures, so I’ll just show you.
Literally hundreds of the cobbles were stacked up like this, all over the place. I have no idea who did it or why, but it was kind of cool.
Then it was on to the rainforest. The rainforest along the Hoh River thoroughly creeped me out the first time we visited here when I was a kid — I always felt like something was going to reach out and grab me. But now I appreciate it much more, although I still like the Carbon River rainforest on Mt. Rainier better. I’m not sure why.
The rainforest along the various rivers running west from the Olympic Mountains to the ocean is very rare. Most rainforests are tropical, but this rainforest is in the temperate climate zone. It’s very beautiful. My friend and I got out and walked the shortest of the trails, the one called the Hall of the Mosses, which I think she might have considered to be a bit too long. Still, as you can tell from the photos, it was well worth the time and the energy to walk it.
By then it was getting to be late in the afternoon, so we drove on through Forks, which, if it weren’t for Stephenie Meyer, would just be another everyday western Washington logging town, and to our motel, which, as I’d figured, was basically a hunting lodge in the off-season, with all that implies (and some — the TV remote from heck — it doesn’t). Still, it was a place to sleep, and the attached restaurant was running a special on ribs, which we both chose. I haven’t eaten that much meat at one sitting in years.
So. Ask me something about one of my female characters, anything you’d like, from backstory to future plans, from choices to “what’s a lefse?”
First ten questions/prompts will get answered.
The person who started this, Aldersprig over on LiveJournal, added, and I challenge all y’all who write to do the same. Write something about your women characters. Write something about women in history. Tell us about your female characters.
Hattip to Jeriendhal over on LiveJournal as well.
Also, here’s a list of my primary female characters so far:
And the manuscript for Much Ado in Montanais finished. All 71,850 words of it, which took me ninety days to revise from a ten-year-old manuscript of ~45,000 words. If you’d like to see what it’s about, click on the title link.
I have contracted with a cover designer (the first time I’ve done this, and so far it’s an interesting process), to see if a non-homemade cover will make a difference in my sales, and contacted the copy editor who did such a good job on Finding Home (except for a problem with quotation marks, which was entirely my fault). Hopefully she’ll be able to take this book on for me, too.
The goal is to get it up for sale by the end of March.
Next it’s on to a new project I’ve been looking forward to for some time now. Good times.
I am happy to announce that the first book in my Time in Yellowstone series, Repeating History, will be discounted to $2.99 for a week starting Monday, 2/10, as part of its listing on the Fussy Librarian’s daily deal email.
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