Just sat through a power outage from 4:04 to 4:13 am (and a second one from 5:38 to 5:46 when I thought I lost this blog, lol). I had just gone through my emails and texts and DMs on FB when the world went black. During the contemplative darkness that followed, I let my mind wander while I wondered what to blog about.

After the power came back up, it took a little while longer for the Internet to rejoin the party. When it finally arrived, all the open pages on my google chrome were restored, including FB.

The first FB post to appear on my screen was the above posting of the poem (and photo) of the Irish Mystic Poet, W.B. Yeats, “Where My Books Go.”

I thought that was interesting, given most of the various forms of correspondence I had been reviewing before the power outage had come from friends and readers who had received their copies of Where The Ley Lines Meet.

My magical Barber, Anna, sent a photo of her completed collection of The Claire Saga.

Renee Clarke, who was the basis for the character of her same name in WTLLM, had sent me a photo of her with WTLLM and another of its hardcover version resting among some of my favorite authors.

Note that the Irish author and auteur, Colin Broderick, whose first memoir, Orangutan (in which I appear as an unnamed lawyer friend who advises him on adoption issues) bellies up against WTLLM, also sent me a photo.

Colin’s cover blurb for TWA – “Grisham on mushrooms” – is now iconic.

I also received other photos from Mike Abramson, a younger, old, dear friend whose named character makes a brief appearance in WTLLM,

And Adrienne Stucki, also a character in life and now literature, sent me a photo of her and her husband Bob, with their book.

I believe that is one of Adrienne’s dad, Dwight William’s famous paintings in the background. I have one of his originals hanging in one of the guest bedrooms at Casa Claire.

Many others also sent me appreciative missives of a similar nature as the books started to arrive around the country.

Kerry F. Freeman, a brilliant young writer – check out her wonderful mystical novel, Sedona – posted a video of her reading from her Forward to WTLLM. So I grabbed this screenshot.

I cannot watch it without tearing up, she was so kind.

I received a lot of other WTLLM related messages and appreciated each and every one of them. If more come in with photos, I’ll post them as well.

But I received two other messages this morning that related to connections I have made through the earlier books in The Claire Saga, but were just as meaningful.

One was an email from Veronica Redmyer, who I have written about in the past, and who I virtually met after the passing of her son, Josh Redmyer.

Veronica informed me that she had just completed reading The Claire Trilogy and was “now up to the book that brought you into Josh’s and my world.”

I also received a DM on FB from Louisa Ramani-Thornton, the daughter of a childhood friend, Lesley Romani, who appeared as a character in a childhood scene in FJM.

Louisa was organizing a memorial event for her mother – who lived as a Riverdale Expat in England and passed last year – and asked if I could contribute any background facts from the old days that she could possibly use towards that end. Again, I was honored by the request.

You see, when you release your work into the Universe, you never know the impact it will have, beyond its literary quality or the criticism it may receive. It is the person in whose hands the books land, that give them meaning.

And just like Claire the Mule is the gravitational catalyst that brings the mystical motley crew together from around the galaxy in The Claire Saga, her books, not necessarily the writing in them, have brought together a whole group of wonderful people into my life.

So, where my books go, is the real magic of being a writer.

Well, I better wrap this up before the power cuts out again.

Saturday is upon us, so the weekend chores await.

First, I must cuddle some kitties and make my rounds.

You fine, five readers get those errands out of the way and put your feet up.

Maybe read good book if you have a moment.

Or pick up a phone and call an old friend.

And no matter what else we get up to, let us all make today a great one.