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Liz Hartley

1 In Liz Travels: Route 66/ Liz Writes

A Gift For Newsletter Subscribers

Today is the day!

Newsletter subscribers get a sneak peek at The Illinois Caper, the first book in my Route 66 Steal series. I’ll post a new chapter each day I’m on the Route researching the series.

Want to read the book but not a subscriber?


It’s easy! When you see the pop up when you come to my website, simply fill in the form. (This is different from subscribing to my blog, which you’ve already done in the sidebar to the right.) When your subscription is confirmed, you will get a password. Then go to the website www.route66steal.com. You’ll be asked for the password the first time you click on a post.

Remember you can unsubscribe to the blog and the newsletter any time you wish.

Enjoy, and see you on the Road! The Mother Road, that is.

Liz

8 In Liz Travels: Route 66

Route 66 Trip Countdown

Hard to resist the call of the open road.

Where has the time gone?

I just realized I have less than a month before I head to Chicago to meet Dash and head out on Route 66. And so much yet to do! We’ve been actively researching since spring of 2021, yet suddenly, time is short, and there is a rush to finish the planning stage and start the traveling stage. How does this always happen?

We have all of our hotel reservations made, special events along the way ticketed, lunches with friends scheduled. We’ve made lists of hoped-for stops, consulted maps and websites, and planned roadside cemetery searches. We’ve included history, architecture, iconic Route 66 motels, diners, and kitsch.

I also have a list of locations to scout out as research for a series of novels: The Route 66 Steal. More on that this month as I get the website for it set up. We had hoped to leave room for serendipity, and although I’m sure Route 66 will force serendipity upon us, it may have to stand in line because we have a jam-packed itinerary.

I’ll be keeping everyone posted here. So follow my blog if you want to follow Dash and I on our adventure on the Route! Pack your bags! I’ll be packing mine soon.

2 In Liz Travels: Route 66

Dreaming of the Mother Road

Route 66 shield on the highway. Gabriel Millos. It’s almost un-American not to feel the pull of the open road.

No doubt eighteen months of lockdown and cautious venturing out have left its mark on all of us. One of the marks it’s left on a friend and me is, as John Steinbeck wrote in Travels with Charley, the “urge to be someplace else.” And so, we have begun, a good year in advance, to plan a road trip. Not only a road trip, but a Mother Road trip, a journey down the “Main Street of America”: Route 66.

Technically, Route 66 doesn’t exist any more. It was decommissioned as a highway in the 1970s, and large sections of it are missing, paved over, or derelict. But the sections that are left still exert the call of the Sirens to some of us.

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0 In Liz Writes

Newsletter Away!

I’m very happy to announce that my first quarterly newsletter went out in August.

If you’d like to be put on my mailing list, you can subscribe at my website (LizHartleyAuthor.com) and about every three months, I’ll send you a sneak peak from an Eden Beach novel, let you know what I’ve been reading, and what else I’m up to. You can, of course, unsubscribe any time you wish, but I’ll try to keep your inbox clutter free!

Thanks for subscribing. And as always, thank you for your support!

Liz

0 In Liz Writes

If Steinbeck had trouble…

“When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another. One day’s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate and I eliminate the possibility of ever finishing.”

John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley, 1961
0 In Gems & Jewelry

Gem-Medicine

Blue, the color of the Virgin Mary’s robes in many church paintings, was considered a celestial color. Even today, seeing the intense blue of this 22.70 carat Arizona azur-malachite could leave one feeling blessed. In addition, the way the band of malachite splits the azurite in two, might be interpreted as looking into the fields of heaven through the vault of the sky. Strong medicine indeed. Photo Mia Dixon, courtesy Pala International.

Can gemstones heal?

Gemstones that have been known in the world for millennia have collected any number of myths about their mystical and medicinal properties. But could gemstones really heal? Possibly.

Many myths about gemstone medicine developed in the Middle Ages, which, for the bulk of the population meant a world of gray—especially in northern Europe and Great Britain. Gray-brown clothes, rarely washed, edged with mud and dust. Gray-brown houses of mud and straw and mildewed thatch. A gray-brown world of poverty, pain, ignorance, illness and superstition.

Now bring into that world the blazing color of an emerald, ruby, sapphire, opal—stones the color and value of which the people could barely conceive. The stones would not even have had to be of high quality as long as the color was rich. Tell someone that these gems—ground and drunk in wine, held in the mouth, worn around the neck—would heal all manner of disease.

Is there any possibility that your cure might work?

Maybe… Depending…

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0 In Gems & Jewelry

Birthstone Friday: Magic, Mystical, Medicinal Rubies

A little wine with your rubies?

In times past, rubies, among other gemstones, were considered medicinal and magical. Hold them under your tongue, wear them, or grind them up and drink them down—probably in wine—and they were alleged to cure a number of ills. (Or maybe it was just the wine.) The catch was that often any red stone was considered a “ruby” and an appropriate amount of cash was charged for the cure. When the potion failed to work, it was easy to blame the failure on an adulterated powder or a stone of impure color. Of course, if the patient did not survive, there would be no one to complain, so…

Rubies have a way of getting under your skin…

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0 In Liz Reads

Re-Embracing the Art of Idleness.

Ah, summer!

Bring back those lazy, hazy days of summer.

My favorite memories of summer—and probably yours—are those idle days of doing nothing: climbing a tree with a book, lying in the grass checking out the shapes of clouds, tooling up and down the street on my bike with no destination in mind, sitting on a dock with my feet in the lake letting the minnows snack on my toes.

The modern world—at least that part occupied by adults—has forgotten how to be idle, writes Celeste Headlee, in her book Do Nothing: How to Break Away from Overworking, Overdoing, and Underliving. In the post-World War II boom, Americans had an unprecedented amount of leisure time and they used it creatively with hobbies: making models, jewelry, mosaics, painting by number, learning ham radio, cutting rocks, racing soapboxes, collecting stamps, minerals, butterflies. Communities abounded with hobby shops and clubs.

But we’ve forgotten how to relax.

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0 In Liz's Life

Arctic Deep-freeze, February 2021

I woke about midnight to hear the wind chimes hanging from my oak tree clanging wildly and the deceptively shy “ticking” on the windows. I looked out to see more than an inch of ice on the branches of the oak that spreads over two-thirds of my backyard. I could see it because the branches were bent down in front of the bedroom window. Another branch was peering into the dining room window. The branch that had rattled the wind chimes was lying on the ground.

Oh, this was so not good. But what do you do about a steady fall of freezing rain at midnight? Holler, “Stop!”? The thunderless flashes of lightning that followed did not bode well.

I had no sooner gotten nervously back into bed when I heard the sound dreaded by anyone who has large trees in their yard: the slow creaking crack of a tree giving up to a superior force of ice. It was either mine or a neighbor’s, but I couldn’t see which.

Moments later, my phone pinged. A friend was texting images of the giant oak in her front yard that had come down scraping the front of her house. For the next hour, the two of us nervously texted back and forth as I listened to more branches crash.

I was fortunate. Though the crack I’d heard was indeed one of my trees, and it had taken the top of another tree with it, the damage I suffered was minimal. My friend’s heavily treed property has been mauled by the ice. Another friend had a tree come through a window and siding torn off. Both were blocked in by trees and debris across driveways and roads and left without heat.

Since then, I have watched dismayed as the Artic air has ravaged across the country affecting friends and family from Oregon, to Colorado and Texas, to Ohio and Pennsylvania. A cousin in Florida sent pictures of her thriving orchids on her lanai. For a moment I considered disowning her.

My thoughts and a virtual warm blanket go out to the millions still left in the dark and cold with damaged homes. I can only hope that you stay warm, have friends or family who can bring you a warm meal or let you use a hot shower, and that we all get though this.

Be well and safe. Liz