An indie novelist muses about writing, society, and the arts.
About 3 minutes before midnight last night, I finished the second draft of Off The Moon. I'm not sure how other authors view the whole process, but to me the end of the second draft is a huge milestone. It means all that's left is some minor shaping, checking for places that need a touch more description, taking out extra "that" and "just" occurrences and so on and then on to final edits. It means I should make my fall publishing goal without much trouble (knock on wood) even if most of June and July will be full of visits and visiting. More on the process thing later.
This morning I got up and out earlier than normal (hey, when you work until midnight sleeping in is a good idea) in order to attend our area Memorial Day event. It started with a 5K run, which we only caught the end of with a few of the final runners coming in. But then, I've seen plenty of military runs -- not super exciting. Then came the USO-style show where 3 performers called the American Belles came from NYC to entertain. I love 40s music and the 'war' songs they did during WW2 and it was fun to see it performed right here. It was especially fun when they walked down and chose vets to sing to and dance with.
After the performance, we walked over to watch the Army hosting a climbing wall which my daughter would have loved to do again (did great when she was younger) but she was wearing flip flops and so we watched others instead. My son doesn't care for heights much more than I do. Then we returned to the stage area to watch the induction ceremony where many of our area's young people were enlisting in the service. What a poignant moment, being recently retired from the service. They looked like babies -- so young. I stood watching and realizing they had no idea what was in store for them and sending up a prayer to keep them all safe.
The parade was the last part of the day (morning) and mainly it consisted of actually saluting our veterans. They were in cars, on floats, walking, on bikes and we all applauded them as they went by. The gentleman standing in front of us was also a veteran, wearing a hat marking him as a former POW. It was touching to watch him salute others.
Of course I had my camera and I posted a few of the photos on my area blog: http://mercercountypa.blogspot.com if anyone wants to share in our tribute. But I'm proud that our area treats Memorial Day as a memorial and turns out in droves just to say thank you.