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The Silent Mai-ow that Roared

It hurts to love this much because loss is implicit in love. Any fool knows it but, thank God, forgets it all the time.

I am sitting in my bark-a-lounger watching a movie (surely something the intelligentsia doesn’t do) recovering from the last spate of cattie kinetics – or, running of the bulls, as I call it.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Purrsnikitty looks at me from across the room and with her eyes securely locked onto mine, crosses the carpet, crawls up my monstrous body, and coils herself into the crook of my neck. Tabby sees this and does her copycat thing, and it becomes a stereophonic love fest, with each one purring into my ears.

I feel the triage of love passing from one heart to the other.

I am sated.

StarWords News

Ever hear, “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang in there”? It features a tabby cat doing just that. Well, I’ve been through more hurdles than a thoroughbred while producing StarWords, and here’s the latest: I become a ‘fraidy cat after receiving a correction back in the original blue-line of the book (a blue-line is a dummy, or copy of exactly how each page of the book will appear when printed). Maybe I’m the dummy, but I decide to have it edited all over again to be sure the printer hasn’t made errors. Now the print time of the book has been pushed forward a couple more weeks but I am adamant that I want this to be a nearly flawless book.

Geez! As regards the publication date, it’s “beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”

Anyway, when a friend brings me the final edited second proof, she points out something that hadn’t occurred to me. I had ASS-U-MEd that a local non-profit would be delighted that they are named in the book, as they will receive a contribution from book sales. My friend, however, assures me that I need their permission.

Holy cow! I’ve spent months getting signed releases from every one of the 62 people in the book (these are international travelers, mind you); I’ve paid big bucks for a lawyer to copyright the book title (warned by a savvy salesman to do so); why didn’t I think of that?

Well, at this writing, I have mailed back the second proofs to the printer, after which they will be faxed to me again to be sure they were corrected correctly; and the executive director of the non-profit says the organization will gladly appear in the book. But I’m still awaiting a signature.

Whew! Another lesson in patience, overcoming catastrophic predictions and, generally, keeping the faith . . .

Meanwhile, someone does a hit and run and scrapes a considerable amount of paint off my lovely little sports car. I first notice it as I walk out of Blockbuster’s, lean down, hold my head and moan, “Oh, no! My car! My poor car!”

This lovely woman hops out of her car and runs to me. “Are you OK?”

“Oh, I guess so.”

“Did you hurt your head?”

“No, I’m just having a day in hell.”

Then I open a chat room with this complete stranger, who turns out to be an angel in disguise. She knows me by the column I used to write for The Herald and her first response to my litany of complaints is, “But you’re not hurt. And it’s just a car, after all. That can be fixed. All that really matters in this world is love, right?”
She shares that the journey through losing a relative to Alzheimer’s taught her that everything comes down to love.

I want to kiss her for reminding me of that. We embrace (as women are wont to do) and she ends up showing me a fabulous poetry/book writing lesson she intends to share with her middle school students.

I tell her I cannot afford to change every bit of poor grammar in my book (as was pointed out by the scholar who just reviewed it) and she assures me that ordinary people won’t mind. She’s an English teacher, so that’s good enough for me. Bad grammar, er, poor grammar, can wait to be corrected in the second edition.

Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

We talk some more of how there always seems to be some good that comes from tragedy; that light emerges to vanquish the darkness.

And, so, I leave with this inspiration: there are, truly, no big deals in this life; at least not a dinged up car, fear of financial ruin and reputation. No big deals . . .
 

 

 

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