Thursday, April 24, 2008


Have you ever had a day so full of miracles that any one the events -- let alone a series of them -- would be tagged "not believable" or "too coincidental" by NY editors if you tried to sell them in a story?

For me, Wednesday was such a day.

I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion on voice, by the way, but was too busy being awed by the incredible power that can be unleashed when our higher selves are in right alignment with the universe to join in.

I wanted to share some of the events of Wednesday with you, but struggled with how to do this in the few short words of a blog without sounding like I had escaped from the accommodations with steel-barred windows on Center Street or was some kind of a new age religious zealot. But perhaps that is my "voice," so I'll jump right in with the highlights. :)

The day started with fixing the furnace, but that didn't really count as a miracle because I had also done it the day before.

An unexpected phone call came mid-morning that pushed me to an aha moment and gave me the courage to take a strong emotional stand, breaking decades of my usual straddle-the-fence perspective of seeing all sides to an issue. That in itself was a huge step for me. The fact that this was a catalyst that could break a destructive cycle and change lives in a positive way became the next part of the Day of Miracles as three more related phone calls followed in quick succession.

The day wrapped up with another miracle: After being missing for almost a month, my son's dog is back. He evidently wandered around the city for a week or so before being adopted as a "group dog" by several young people in their early twenties. In spite of starting out with a collar with tags bearing my phone number and having a microchip, it was these kids and the Internet (and of course that higher power of the universe) that reconnected us, not the traditional methods of finding a lost pet.

Right now, my son's dog is laying by my feet, along with several others of my doggie pack, a tangible reminder of the Day of Miracles. What will the next days bring? A return to the mundane or more miracles? I'm consciously expecting more miracles and wondering how I can make them "believable" enough to use in a story. What about you? Have you had a Day of Miracles and have you used them in any of your stories? If you could manifest such a day, what would those miracles be?

OK, it's past midnight and I'm going to call it a day -- after I check my lottery tickets!


Paty Jager said...

Genene, I'm glad your son's dog is back and what a great bunch of young people to help find his home.

You know, I can't think of a single day that was full of miracles. Something good might happen in one day, but to have more than one thing happen in a day- I can't remember and I'm sure that would be something to remember!

As for unbelieveable- again, I lead a very non-melodramatic life.

Congrats to you on your miracles!

Alice Sharpe said...

Genene, you are writing in the wrong genre. You should be writing Romantic Suspense.

You said a mouthful here: "An unexpected phone call came mid-morning that pushed me to an aha moment and gave me the courage to take a strong emotional stand..." and here "The fact that this was a catalyst that could break a destructive cycle and change lives in a positive way became the next part of the Day of Miracles as three more related phone calls followed in quick succession."
and yet, in the end, you said nothing about the event.

Oh, wait, you are right where you belong. You did not relate the facts, you related your emotional response to the facts.

I WANT THE FACTS! I want to know what stand you took, at the very least. Did you tell someone to mind their own business ( or figuratively sock someone upside the head or demand repayment of a million dollar loan or turn away a unfaithful lover ---

See where you have me? Dangling? Hanging like a limp flag on a calm day. Ack!

Meanwhile, my day of miracles would start with some personal phone calls resolving emotional issues that are out of my control. Then I would get a call from my mother telling me she suddenly recalls every memory plus her back doesn't hurt anymore, then I would sit down at the computer and the story mess I have created for myself would disappear, replaced with understanding and complete engagement, the details unfurling as my little fingers (all two of them) hit the keyboard. After that, my dog would shake off her condition and advanced years, my husband's hearing would return full tilt and everyone who wanted a job would have a job.

I know I missed something .. oh, yeah, spring would come, no one in the world would be hungry and the next presidential race would be over and done with already.

I am leaving out better TV programming because that would transcend miracle and I am beginning to sound just the teeniest bit greedy!!!

I am so glad your son's dog found compassionate people and is now home where he belongs and I am even more glad you had what mystery writer John D. Macdonald called a John Wayne Day, a day where you can do no wrong, everything turns out right!

This blog is a good way to start the day. I'm going to work on making at least one of the above happen...

Genene Valleau said...

Hey, Paty and Alice, thanks for the well wishes about my son's dog. It is really good to have him back. And it was REALLY nice to meet a group of such caring young people. They even want to see the dog again they had become so attached to him.

Alice, I love your miracle day! I didn't find it greedy at all -- all those miracles were for someone else, not you. That's incredibly compassionate, not greedy.

As for leaving you dangling, I did say my miracles were hard to put into the few words of a blog. But I do dabble in romantic suspense. There are usually some elements of that in my stories.

And since I have to be somewhere in about 45 minutes, I'm going to leave you dangling once again while I think about how to put these events into a few words. How's that for a cliff-hanger. :)

Alice Sharpe said...

Genene, you're doing a great job with the suspense. I'm waiting ... tap, tap, tap ... (fingers drumming table top...)

Elisabeth Naughton said...

Okay, I'm with Alice. That cliffhanger was just mean. I want details!

Paty Jager said...

I guess if Alice could manifest a day of miracles I could too. LOL

A miracle day would be my youngest son calling or e-mailing and saying where he is and that he now realizes what we did for him. My oldest son getting an airbase closer than he is now. All the starving people in the world would have enough to eat for the rest of their lives, and those that need shelter and clothing would have that as well. That there are no "parties" in politics and that all politicians are for the good of the people and not themselves. And all people, no matter what nationality, got along. No one trying to rule another or change them.

And the biggest miracle of all- That I'd get over this teeth-clenching grunp I've been in!

And Genene, I'm just as curious but less nosey! LOL

Alice Sharpe said...

Egads, you ladies and your mysteries. Paty, please explain this:

"And the biggest miracle of all- That I'd get over this teeth-clenching grunp I've been in!" (what's a grunp? Do you mean grump? Why are you in a grump if that's what you're in.... Or are you in a grunt?)

People!!!!! Have a heart!!!!

Paty Jager said...

Alice, sorry for the typo! I'ts grump. I've been biting my husband's head off all week and I'm sure I'd be eating my young if they were home. It's a thing called menopause and I'm about ready to disown myself! I'm lucky my husband just laughs at me and tells me to go take my wort medicine. (St. John's Wort)

Alice Sharpe said...

LOL. Well, sorry about the grump part, glad you're not in a grunt as that just sounds nasty.

St. John's Wort, huh?

Too funny that he tells you to take your wort medicine.

Genene Valleau said...

Sorry, all! This cliffhanger was not intentional. I was away from my computer much longer than I anticipated.

The long version is much more dramatic, but here is the synopsis version. My son was involved in a very emotionally charged situation. I finally realized he did not need me in my mediator's hat or my social worker's hat trying to explore all sides of the issue. He needed me in my mom's hat saying I believe you and support you 100 percent. Seems like a simple thing, huh? The aha moment came when I realized that's what I needed my parents to do for me in a similar situation.

My words of support to him (along with "I love you") gave him a chance to start healing that situation, gave me the chance to unload some emotional baggage I'd been carrying for awhile, and also affected some things that had been happening with his kids.

Didn't Michael Hauge say something about Hollywood's most memorable films being simple, simple, simple? Guess that could be said about life also.

Then he got a call about his dog being found, which provided the perfect cap to the day. It was awesome!

Sorry, I really did not mean to build so much suspense into this blog, I was trying to streamline it. Guess I should have run it past some critique partners before posting it!

Paty, you also have a very generous miracle day! I love your "grunps" and "wort medicine." But does humor work with menopause?

Alice Sharpe said...

Genene -- Thankyou and of course, I now feel like a terrible snoop! However, as I also have a son , I empathize with what you said.

I don't know if Hague said anything about keeping it simple, but it's definitely good advice.

Thankyou for indulging my curiosity and -- sigh -- how nice...

a miracle day.

Genene Valleau said...

Alice, please don't feel like a snoop. As I said, I struggled with how to make a long story short. Almost ditched the entire thing because I didn't like the wording, thought I had fixed it ... sigh.

If I didn't expect questions, I shouldn't have shared it on the blog. Thank you for caring enough to ask.

I enjoyed reading the miracle days others imagined! From miracles for people you love to global miracles, romance writers are wonderful at happy endings -- or beginnings!