January-- and all I can say is what a year so far.

Farm Boss and I came home from town to see that the little cedar planted down near the creek was about to be carried away by the still raging water. I went into panic mode as I'd been worried about this since several days ago I had seen the bank crumbling away a foot or so from the small tree. This little cedar has fought for its life before with beavers gnawing it off. It's been tough, but the creek was doing what creeks do with arranging its path to suit itself.

Farm Boss was able to get a rope around it but nothing was easy or even safe. The creek has undercut the bank enough that we have had to fence the sheep out of the house pasture to prevent them walking too close and also going downstream.  Using the tractor, he was able drag it and its root ball away from the water.

When he was doing that, I walked down to be sure he didn't end up downstream himself. Right after I had walked part way, I heard a sharp crack behind me. One of the limbs on the big oak trees fell off. I was lucky when I walked is all I can say.  There was no wind, but just a tree doing what a tree's gotta do.

Besides the weather he and I have had miserable colds that led to other problems and finally a visit to the clinic to see the doctor. I hate going to doctors and put it off as long as possible, but three weeks of not feeling good was too much, and my ear was beginning to hurt. Farm Boss had to be even more convinced that he should go as he likes going in even less than I do. I feared though if he didn't also get on antibiotics, he'd end up reinfecting me; so selfishness said to get him there.

The doctor told him that he looked like what they are seeing a lot of from the university students. Since Farm Boss works with students in one of his start-up companies, he likely brought it home. They say you get it-- you think you got rid of it, and you get it again. That has been our pattern since the middle of December. Okay so... when does spring come?

Otherwise it's been a lot of work on learning how to get the word out about those indie books, figuring out what is a waste of time and what works-- not that we have just yet. I took out a twitter account last week as they say it's a good promotion tool. I don't really see how it could be; but if anybody wants to follow me on twitter, the link is in Rain Trueax. Surprising to me I do have followers already but why, that I am less sure of as I doubt these are potential writers although they could be readers maybe?

With twitter I am sticking to brief blurbs about what I am writing, with a few photos once in awhile. I really had no interest in following anyone but then clicked on a few which were all political pundits. That didn't make sense; so I cut that back. I do not have time to read what they say. I also haven't found writers, other than political ones, who I might like to follow.

Most especially, I don't know that Twitter, despite what I have read, could help on promoting the books, but it takes almost no time to mention the editing or marketing. Right now I have five books on Kindle. I am learning a lot more about what the other writers are doing and thinking. That alone has been interesting.

Originally I had planned to put more onto Nook also but it's not looking at all easy to figure out promotions there. Basically books on either site are more easily found based on purchases by customers. No purchases, and your book disappears into the wilderness to never be seen again.

Kindle does have a place for forums which has been a bit of a wilderness itself with dangerous regions into which authors must not transgress. But it does enable getting out information on the books although I am not sure if anybody but authors read the forums where authors are permitted to post. I do know it's led to me buying a few new ones which I will read whenever I have time to just read for pleasure.

And we have had our first lamb of the season. It's the ewe who always has the first one and fortunately this time the lamb is a ewe which means mama gets to keep her. ;) I will take photos when she brings her out as I hate to disturb them in the barns when the lambs are so vulnerable. Okay, I also don't want to wade through the mud to get to her...

Otherwise, I am waiting for spring with much eagerness... It is coming, right?

A few more photos from the flood. The cows look ready for spring too, don't they? We learned that our area had 11" of rain within 48 hours. Near us they got 15" in same time. Ack!

Incendies

I wish all the people who talk so loosely of revolution, insurrection or civil war would see the Quebec film, Incendies. I won't say they'd enjoy it, but they'd have a lot better idea of the real cost of such wars for ordinary people, those who didn't ask for it, but end up brutalized by it.

Today we hear a lot of lose talk on the war on Christmas, the war on the rich, the war on the poor, and on it goes with blame being dispersed many different ways as to who is guilty of the problems in our country. Well one thing that is not going on is anything like what the main character in Incendies experienced when she was born into a country where there was a real, violent and very brutal civil war between Muslims and Christians. Although it's not specifically mentioned, it is likely based on what Lebanon went through in the 70s.

The story begins in modern times as a brother and sister, twins living in Canada, discover, when their recently deceased mother, Naval's will is being read, by her employer, their family benefactor, and a notary, that she wants them to contact their father and brother and deliver a letter to each.

Jeanne and Simon not only didn't know they had a brother but had thought their father had been killed. Jeanne feels an obligation to find the truth of her mother's past and travels to her homeland for the answers. If there is a father still alive, she wants to find out. Simon doesn't want to open this can of worms and only reluctantly joins her after Jeanne calls him begging for his help as the story she has discovered is more complex than she can bear alone. Lebel, the notary, comes with him as a help that likely without the mystery would not be able to be unraveled.

The sub-titled film is brilliantly done but violent and about subjects that many of us would rather not think as in the complexity of life, the consequences of actions, and sometimes how things beyond our control can mark us for life. I do recommend it; but if you are already convinced civil wars are bad, if you cannot tolerate facing how brutal life can be (it's not graphic but emotional in the impact of the violence), it probably is one to skip.

I am glad I saw it as once in awhile I think I need such reminders for why it's important to speak out for peaceful solutions to our own national problems. It is also a good reminder of how fortunate we are to have been born into countries without such vicious, government-led violence. Oh I know our police sometimes hit those they consider out of line or breaking the law.  The violence these people experienced was on a whole different level. Let's keep it that way.

Marketing-- 'From Here to There'

Whatever you do in life, you are involved with marketing if you expect to get money for it. Sometimes you are marketing yourself, sometimes a product, sometimes something someone else made. The exchange of labor for money or some object of value is about marketing. Most of the time people forget that as a regular job can seem as though it's not involved with that-- right up until the company downsizes, and you realize if you can't convince them you are contributing something of value, you are done for.

Now I knew when I got into eBooks that it would involve marketing them myself. There is no publishing house behind me to do it. I did not come in through an organization like Smashwords which has a marketing arm that can help with many aspects of getting the books out because they have been paid to do it. Many such companies have motivation as they receive a percentage of whatever the book gets.

So this has been a learning experience to say the least (although we run into marketing problems with our beef and lamb too). I'm still in the process of learning more ways to reach possible readers with these books-- some seem to work for me and some not so much.

One thing my publisher (Farm Boss) and I opted to do is put one of my books into what Amazon calls Prime which means someone can rent them for free with it being possible to rent one book a month for a yearly fee which also enables the user to access streaming of DVDs.

I did this not because I thought my books would particularly attract renters that way. I pretty well figured those renters would opt for more expensive books than mine, but it enabled some other promotional features-- the main one being free days which don't involve being in Prime or paying any money. In short, $0.00 purchase for the reader. So we finally figured out how to use that feature (we being him), and I wanted readers here to know ahead of time in case they'd like to try out one of my books (which I consider to be a hybrid between romance, suspense, pop fiction, with sometimes a western or metaphysical topic) without any cost to themselves.

If you don't have an eReader, you can still read any of the Kindles by adding a free app to your computer and reading it there. Anyway on January 26-27, 2012, From Here to There will be available free by going to the link below. Always be sure when you do that with any special offer that the price is correct before you push click for purchase.

From Here to There

More about this contemporary story, set in the west, is on blogs- Rain Trueax and From Here to There.

If you have been curious about what it's like to read a book this way, have wondered what I mean about my indie (what they call books not coming through a publisher) romances that are but aren't just romances, you can give it a try for free on Thursday or Friday.

The reason for life?

This is more a time of questioning for me than one of having answers. Some of that might've been due to having had one cold after another and then maybe a dose of salmonella following Farm Boss having one.  When you don't feel so good, you tend to lay around more, be less eager to run around outside; so ruminating happens.

I have thought recently (again that is) about what life is all about. IF I only live once, then what are the things I am doing right now really about? Do they have meaning or  just filling space? The skills I have developed, the things I know, the experiences I have had, if it's all over when I die, what were they for?

If it's crowns in heaven, then there is a supernatural reward (or punishment) attached to all actions and even thoughts. Therefore what I do or didn't do is judged by a deity and not even myself. Although supposedly there is kind of a reckoning where the soul could look at it all and agree with the deity since the deity would always be right. That could be very depressing or uplifting depending on what we saw.

If there is reincarnation, what we do here will carry over with us-- positive and negative. Depending on your belief of whether it's a corporate or individual continuing on (corporate meaning your tribe breaks up the pieces and part of what you did might go to this one or that but not stay with you as a new individual).

Either of these beliefs that there is more to life than biology gives motivation to see your choices as either making a next life better (hopefully) or gaining crowns (whatever that means).  Dust to dust means we must find a different meaning to it all-- assuming we think having one is important.

Especially where it comes to reincarnation, I think about what it'd be like to find myself again a 20-year old with the talents and insights I have today. I'd make such different choices, I think. Not to say that I wasted my life, but I knew so little in comparison to now (which means if there is reincarnation, not sure I carried much with me for this lifetime although I did have natural talents maybe that could have come from prior lives... or then again).

It's not as though at 68 I am suggesting I cannot continue to use the skills  or knowledge I have gleaned from living so many years. But there are certainly less years ahead to use them. Some choices are behind me forever. With increased aging, options will begin to shrink. Abilities deteriorate. It's just reality. Not depressing because those last years do still serve purposes but the question I am asking myself now is what is the purpose of life period? This is especially true if this is all biology.

If there is one lifetime and when we die, it's over, then all we can leave behind is what we taught and inspired in those who are coming after us whether family members, friends or even strangers impacted by something that was impacted by us. Accumulating money or wealth, things, even education for ourselves, it won't matter except in that context. And the fact that we accrued wealth doesn't mean it will benefit our descendents' lives. Giving them dollars or fancy homes alone doesn't insure them better lives for it. What does if anything?

So back to what I was asking myself and Farm Boss as we drove back from a lovely family outing at Sunriver over one of the snowy Cascade passes-- What is life really all about? How do we decide one was well lived and another wasted?

One answer for me is to feel I have lived life fully, experienced what I could, done both my duty, and understood my own dream, doing the things that were possible for me. That doesn't mean a race around the earth for instance to see the 1000 things somebody else decreed everybody should see, but rather what was it that I should see which might be a microcosmic look at a pond on my own property.

A satisfying purpose to a lifetime might be keeping a set of journals that records a whole life and is burned when the person neared the end except one that was passed onto one relative (I explored the results of that in one of the stories I wrote).

The thing I was thinking about on that drive home, before photography took my mind off in a different direction is for my own life what has been its purpose and have I achieved it or is there something still out there that I missed?

Don't tell me I think too much (I've been told that all my life and if it was going to change, it likely would've years ago). Just tell me what you think life is about-- if you have also found your mind wandering that direction and maybe come up with an answer that helped you. Maybe you accepted the answer from a religion, and it works for you. I'd just like to hear what you think this life is really all about. Then, of course, comes the next question to be answered personally once one has decided on the purpose.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?  

from poet Mary Oliver

mid valley flood from the air

I saw this YouTube from the air showing what was going on with the flooding places other than where I live. I've seen it this high before but fortunately it doesn't happen often that we get 7" of rain in just a couple of days.

flooding from the air in the mid-valley

Regular blogging will resume tomorrow... I think :)

Flood watch

Most of the time living on a creek is a major plus; but every now and again along comes a weather reminder that it's not all beer and skittles (where that expression came from, I have no clue). This is one of those winters and when I least expected a lot of flooding as the usual conditions to make it happen weren't there as in lots of snow that melted rapidly.

This is also, in my 35 years here, one of the more unusual floods I have seen in that our creek isn't just backing up water from a nearby river but it's got a lot of its own current. The photos are amazing. A little scary too as I am not sure how much higher it will get. Theoretically the crest was supposed to be this morning but now they are saying this evening where we live.

We do have a plan for such a situation if it reaches the driveway in front of the house which we have never seen, but the former owners told us happened once. My part of the plan involves getting out the cat carriers and rolling up the Oriental rug-- just kidding, I think.

A lot of the roads on the way to out here are already closed as we are a land of many small rivers and creeks. For today, cross out the small :). Unless people do something stupid, like try to drive through running water on the road, there is no danger in this kind of situation. It's just-- let's say different for how you get around and what you have to do-- like in create dikes out of plywood (the other part of our emergency plan for our creek and us.

As a reference for anyone not familiar with what our creek is supposed to look like, I took this photo January 3rd right below our house. When the water finally goes down, thanks to all this current, it won't look the same for probably years as trees will have been swept away.

Pineapple Express

When temperatures turn abruptly warm up here (for a winter) and then a storm with a lot of rain arrives from the south, we call it a Pineapple Express. So in hours, my part of the country has gone from this--

to this

and this (latest photo of the barn when it's too dark for photos would show the creek right below it-- as in two feet below it).

Our creek is obviously way over its banks which is no big surprise as are many other rivers in the Willamette Valley with more heavy rains due.

The question is where is this storm heading and how high will our creek be before it's over?

 The garden is likewise drowned as water runs off the fields.

Definitely makes for interesting weather. The only thing good I can say about it is-- I have had a miserable cold where I don't feel like doing a lot anyway. Well, the creek had been pretty low; fortunately leaving it a lot of space to absorb more water-- for awhile.

Nature is an energy builder

Without a doubt, nature is one of my stars, moments with it bring energy to me. During the month of January when we had problems with our plumbing and bad colds that were hard to knock, as in they'd go away and we'd either get a new one or they would not really have gone away, being out in nature, cold though it was was the main energy builder.

One morning, the alpenglow was all around our valley as a rosy glow ringed the horizon just as the sun was rising. To see the setting moon above it, just before 8, was the cherry on top of the sundae.

Then there was a visit to our favorite wildlife refuge one Sunday as we watched the geese and ducks, with an extra treat of a coyote hunting in one of the meadows. He was at a bit of a distance for great photos but to watch him hunt, how he worked a field, that was interesting and enjoyable (unlike when it's watching them go after our sheep).

 It looked like he/she got at least one meal while hunting as we saw him jump and then appear to eat something. Maybe a frog as he was near a small pond.

We were actually there to take photos of the geese but sometimes they simply don't cooperate with where they land and take off. The sounds though of them and being there, was restorative with or without photos.