Alone with Time (Writen in1994)

I sit here in my faded robe
my morning coffee at my side.
The shades are up, a day has dawned
and all my thoughts are on a ride.

Now I wonder where my time has gone
so fast at times, I ponder.
Can these days slow down for me, or
will they put me under.

What will give me comfort now
I question as I sit here.
Will the coldness in my heart
awaken soon. I hope. I fear.

That bouyant heart is worn and old.
My hair is full of wire.
My thighs are slim but look all wrong.
the only warmth is from the fire.

My loves have always been my life
my strength and courage, and my home.
Now I wonder if there's time, but
do I really want to roam?

The times I've loved have been and gone,
the lessons sometimes hurt.
My feelings have been ripped apart,
I lost, then tossed and turned.

Will I be content to rest
forever in this slump.
Or will I trample out to buy
the things I'll need to pump?

Will the lotions and the oils
revitalize and give me hope?
Will I emerge so revishing
or will I fail and mope.

Will I really need the lace,
the perfumes and the creams?
The magic of the "Wonder Bra"
to fullfill all my dreams.

Will I imerge again anew
or will I cry and whine.
Will I stay inside my house
or will I dance and dine?

Will I dare and venture
or is it time to sleep.
My books, my socks and washed out flannels
forever in my keep.

I ponder in my faded robe.
A new day, warm and bright.
My thoughts have circled, now plans abound
the road is now in sight.

No, I say, I just won't do it!
I'm learning now to live.
Alone with me, content with time
Myself the gift to give.

Lyn Miller Lacoursiere
1994

A page from Moonbeams ( to be published in 2013)

   Her tears ran uncontrolled down her face and she was too overwrought at this point to notice a face peek through a crack in the window shade. Or see it dart away. Suddenly the lamp in the bedroom went off, along with the rest of the lights in Ed's house.
   Daisy's tears turned to ice. She stiffened and then instinct sent her rolling over the bed and fall into the space next to the wall. She crunched down and hardly dared to breath. Seconds went by.
When she had landed on the floor behind the bed, her right hand had gotten twisted under her. She tried desperately now to untangle herself and get her gun out of her uniform pocket. Then finally having it in her hand she dared raise her head an inch over the pile of pillows. She saw nothing. A few minutes slipped by. She didn't dare let her attention drift off.  Then as she stared into the murky shadows the door opened, slowly, soundlessly.  Her breath caught in her throat as she steadied the gun with both hands.
   A dark figure crept into the room. And in that instant she saw it was the stranger who had come into her shop that afternoon and then mysteriously disappeared. Now his movements spelled killer to
her as he came toward the bed. She raised the .38 then and pumped shot after shot at the target and saw the figure slump and then felt movement when it landed on the bed.  Just inches from her.

A new story

This spring before I got sick and now this summer after hopefully shedding this bug that has had me in its clutches, I've been working on a new novel. This story has a completely new list of characters with a protaganist called Daisy ODell, who after years of marriage and raising two boys, has divorced her cheating husband and moved back to her home town of Birch Lake. You will grow to love this blonde bombshell as she struggles to untangle lifes heart breaks and wonderful gifts. This will be finished and releaed sometime in 2013
However this fall, I will be releasing another novel in the Lindy Lewis Adventures called SILENCE.
I'm wondering should she continue her flamboyant lifestyle or should she go to Birch Lake to revisit Reed Conners, her special friend, long-time lover and often times her hero? 

I am back, thank you God!

Someone once asked me if I would ever quit writing, and at the time I didn't have to think twice about an answer. As I had found that I really needed that timely routine of creativeness each day in some form for me to lead a healthy life.
It had been twenty some years since I first started writing, when Oprah advised us all to start journaling, when I rushed out to buy my supplies. I bought Pilot Pens and yellow legal tablets and sat down and began to write about my tears and fears. 
I had recently become a widow and my thoughts then were scrambled and full of negatives. But I struggled to sort those feelings of anguish as she advised. It took many tablets and pens, but over time I arrived at a point where I could identify my feelings and include those words of discovery in my writing. 
However, this early summer I had to give it up as I got sick. Really sick. As I lay, day after day, totally immobilized and totally dependent, losing all my dignity to this afflicson the one thing that gave me comfort at times was my imaginary stories. And, I wish now I could remember some of the plots and characters I created, although I did share a few with the kids and they did crack up. Of course, I was drugged sometimes which leads me to wonder if I am more creative if I'm in that state of limbo.

For now the days are long and still as I again write and wait, patiently for a complete recovery.

It goes on--

Hello my friends;  I'm sorry to say this health issue has still got me in it's grip, but I'm fighting like hell to "crawl out of the rabbit hole".
I've been in the hospital, a rehab center and am finally home after being gone for a month. I'm taking scads of pills, excersing and am fianlly feeling better.  Not great, but better.
My publisher has my book Silence and it will be out this fall as planned.
Regards

Hello my friends

Thank God, I'm back after dealing with an medical issue for a few weeks and am feeling wonderful. 
Having a number of "to do's" waiting ( Editing the formatted copy of The Early Years for an e-book and the final editing of The Silence at Birch, which will be ready for publication this fall.)  I think I have accomplished them now and can concentrate on going forward with my writing.
I am well into my next book called Moonbeams over my Shoulder, which will be out the next year of 2013.
I have left Lindy Lewis safe at last in Reed Conner's arms in the book Silence, and have created a new character named Daisy O'Dell who too, resides in Birch Lake. She owns a manicure business in town and is blond, in her fifties and drives a sports car. She is savy, single and rich.
Daisy has come back to live in Birch Lake, her home town, after residing in Minneapolis several decades for her marriage and to raise her family.
You will grow to love her as I have creating her, as she prepares for a visit from her best friend Roma.  There's murder, mystery and mayhem again for you that will keep you reading well into the night!
Regards
Lyn

A little rest

Sorry dear readers, I've had a bump in the road and haven't felt up to adding anything to my blog.  Please give me another week and I should be able to catch up.
Don't forget I'll have another new Lindy Lewis Adventure coming out this late fall called The Silence in Birch.
Thanks Lyn