Bullet Journal

My brain is exhausted.

And why would that be? you ask. Is it because you have been concentrating hard on the next Valeria Book? Yes, I did work on that this morning, but that isn’t the reason. Is it because I have been brainstorming? No, not today. The reason is because I have jumped on the latest organizational trend. Two words.

Bullet Journal.

I used to be a paper mini-calendar carrier. My life depended on it. I counted on being able to delete items out of my meat computer because I had stashed them on a paper back-up, which I referred to daily. That left my busy brain time to do other fun things instead of worrying, “Are you going to remember your dentist appointment? Will you remember to bake that cake for the potluck?” When I got an iPhone, I gradually shifted over to the electronic calendar. It was really handy. And I always have my phone with me, so if I need to check a date, there it is! Not like the disaster when I lost my paper calendar. (I tend to lay things down and forget where I put them.) I also used to use a steno book as an ongoing list pad. (Until I would lose them)

So what is wrong with my current system? Actually nothing, really. It’s working ok to help me not miss appointments, etc. And I have a stack of Junior legal pads so I can willy-nilly make lists and lose them without too much fuss. I use Apple Reminders to handle different kinds of keep-up-with lists. But…

They have no soul.

They aren’t a tangible item, for holding now or looking at in the future. When you are paying your salon bill and juggling your phone calendar for the next appointment, you don’t have time to type in and enter everything you’d want to. There is no room for creativity or random thoughts, unless you juggle multiple apps to enter what you want. Umm… Ok, I just wanted a nice, pretty, bound book with all my stuff in it! And margins to doodle in! Visions of my bundle of gel pens floated across my mind.

Once I decided to do it, (and January is THE month to change one’s system!) I couldn’t sit still until I went out and got a book. I chose a L-1917 sky blue book with dots. (Its actually a Leuchtturm1917, but I like to be able to pronounce words in my mind when I write or read them.) I ripped open the plastic, admired the sleek blue cover, the elastic band closure, the double ribbon bookmarks, and I gathered up some gel pens, my favorite roller ball pen, and my set of pigment art pens, and then I sat there, frozen. What do I do first? 

I had gone over multiple instructions on multiple websites for how to set up the journal. The first I remembered was the index. And then the “future log.” But I couldn’t put my pen to paper. What if I wrote “page 2-3 Future Log,” and then “Page 4 January,” and then realized there was something that should have gone in between them? My book would look messed up from the very first entry of the very first bullet journal I had. I would have to look at a mistake for a whole year.

What pens should I start with? The art pens? Black? Should I color code anything? If I decided to later, I couldn’t come back and color-code anything I had already done in black. I very seriously considered making a streak across the index page with a pen, to say, “Nothing worse I can do to it now!” And then I could just dive in. 

(I know; it sounds stupid. But there are people out there who will identify!)

Finally I wrote “2-3 Future Log,” and then stared at it for another 15 minutes while I tried to remember how to do the next part EXACTLY RIGHT. 

I tend to be a perfectionist. (Really?) No, I’m not saying I’m perfect, or that I think I can be perfect. But I pay a lot of attention to excruciating details, and sometimes that’s good, and sometimes it’s paralyzing. After telling myself multiple times, “It’s okay to mess up. It’s just a blank book that no one will see but you. Who cares if it isn’t perfect? It doesn’t matter!” I was able to dive in. 

I ditched my art pens for my black gel pen which didn’t show up as much on the other side. Eventually I switched over to my black roller ball pen, which was better. I made the “January” page, but decided I’d rather have done it differently. So that’s what I’ll try in February.

I know, I know. It’s all pretty silly, that it took me a couple hours to just get the first page done! But I’m hoping that it will help me be more creative and do the things each day that I purpose to do.

Free, Today Only — Sweet Danger!

Merry Christmas! For today only you can download my kindle mystery novella, Sweet Danger, from Amazon for FREE! Take advantage of this and enjoy a couple of hours entertainment while you are enjoying your recliner and the warm glow of 2 pieces of pumpkin pie with whipped cream.

If you read it and like it, I would really really appreciate a nice rating and/or review on Amazon! (It is an easy thing to do)

Beekeeping and Books

Another chance to get “Sweet Danger” free! 

Even though my mystery novella is only 99¢, there is something about “free” that has a nice ring to it. As a Christmas present to my readers and potential readers, I want to give out free downloads of my story on December 25. Just go to Amazon and get the Kindle version for free that day. Even if you don’t have a Kindle device, it’s easy to get the Kindle app for computer or mobile device and read it there.

“Sweet Danger” is about a 17-year old beekeeper, Jessica “Jesse” McConnell who discovers, on one fine day,  a horrible murder in her beeyard. Yes, you guessed it, stung to death by bees! It isn’t a horror tale of “killer bees,” but I just couldn’t help using what was there for the killing! A lot of interesting information on honeybees is woven into the story.

As I say in the author-info section, I grew up in a beekeeping family. We were “Roberts Honey Company,” and also “Roberts Apiaries.” You might have heard of an “aviary” as a place where birds are kept. An apiary is a location where bees are kept. Apis mellifera is the latin name for the European honeybee, so that is where the word “apiary” comes from. When we were younger, we worked in the honey-extracting house. We also helped paint, repair, and move equipment around. Soon we were also accompanying Dad and Mom out to the locations and working with the beehives. 

There were things to do out in the beeyards all year long. During the couple months of winter, we mostly left them alone except for feeding them sugar syrup. But come the first of February, they had to be strong and ready to go into the almond groves for pollination contracts. Unlike Jesse McConnell, I didn’t take ownership of the operation; I was a more passive participant. But even though I didn’t take responsibility of managing what came next, or what was needed, I was highly interested in all the parts of the work. 

One of the jobs that came up in the spring was re-queening. Perhaps you already know that baby chicks can be ordered and delivered through the US Postal Service. But maybe you didn’t know that queen bees are also delivered that way. Each queen bee comes in a little wooden box with a screen across the top and a hole in the side, plugged with candy and a cork. She may have 3 or 4 worker bees inside with her. The queen boxes are all bundled together in flat crate. When the queens arrive at the Post Office, one of us would drive down there and pick them up. They would have to be kept at a good temperature and watered periodically, with a cotton ball swiped across the screens.

Image-Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations

When a resident queen gets old, her egg-laying pattern becomes haphazard, and the hive bees start the process of replacing her. But the beekeeper wants to be in charge of that, perhaps introducing a better genetic line, and definitely not waiting until the hive begins to suffer from an aging queen. When we went out to a location to re-queen, we took the crate of queens, covered them with a damp cloth to keep them cool and reduce the scent (bees are drawn to the smell of a queen), pulled the cork off the candy plug, and then shoved the queen box in between two frames of honeycomb. The workers of the hive would then sting her attendants to death (since they were strangers) and chew through the candy to release the queen. By the time she was freed, they would be used to her and help her get started in her duties. 

Image-McFarlines Apiaries

But the very important step in the process was locating the old, previous queen in the hive and killing her. If we didn’t do that, then she would smell the interloper, run over, and kill her in her little box. To find her involved pulling frames of bees out and scanning each side. My veiled face would be inches from the bee-covered frames, staring, scanning, looking, flipping the frame and seeking again. Frame after frame. And then another round, if I had missed her. When I went to bed at night and shut my eyes, all I could see was a solid layer of crawling bees. That was a very persistent image!

Valeria Rocks!

I’ve been back down to my old hometown visiting friends and relatives. Lemoncove and Exeter (California) is where my book, Valeria & The Enemy of Time is set, even though no particular town names are mentioned. My good friend (one of my besties from school) has helped me promote the book and has introduced me to her rock-painting group, Exeter Rocks. These are a wonderful group of ladies, and I have thoroughly enjoyed being able to make a couple of their meetings. (Having the meetings at A&W restaurant is a big plus!)

I was astounded when one of the women, Denise, painted me a rock “to hold my papers down” when I would be selling my book. I am fascinated by how exactly it matches the cover of my book, but even better, the globe GLOWS IN THE DARK! 

I am touched, and it makes me want to do something nice for someone else. Every time I look at it, I’ll be reminded of this sweet woman and Exeter Rocks. 

Denise’s artwork can be found at Hometown Emporium in Exeter, if anyone wants to check out what else she is working on. 

Black Friday Free Books!

I’m very happy to be able to offer 1 free book and 1 free novella tomorrow (Black Friday) AND “Cyber Monday!”

My Mystery Novella, “Sweet Danger,” and my very new book, “Ozark Heritage,” will be a free download both tomorrow, “Black Friday,” and Monday, “Cyber Monday” on Amazon. 

You don’t have to have a Kindle to read these, just download the Kindle App either on your computer or mobile phone or device, and then start reading!

“Sweet Danger” was a really fun novella to write, and I know you will find it enjoyable to read! A 17 year old beekeeper, Jessica, “Jessie,” has a murdered person dropped in her very own bee yard and gets caught up in finding out why her bees were used to murder an innocent man.

“Ozark Heritage” is my mother, Mildred Roberts McConnell’s memoir. She sat with me in front of a video camera several years ago and reminisced about her growing-up years. I took that material and created a memoir for her, “in her own words.” Recently, I wanted to make a really nice book for her, in memory of her, and for her nieces and nephews. There is some new material and a couple of corrections from the early stapled-together versions, and I am really pleased to be able to make it available. I know her friends, family, and others will enjoy reading this little book. 

“Ozark Heritage” is also now available in paperback! I have priced the paperback and the Kindle version as low as possible and am not intending on making any money off them. My goal is to have anyone who wishes to be able to read them and know more about who my mother was.

I hope you enjoy them, and if you want more from CR Roberts, please check out “Valeria & The Enemy of Time,” my book for middle-schoolers (adults like it too!).

If you like what you read, please rate on Amazon; that is very helpful to me!

New Today! “Ozark Heritage” — Mildred’s Book

I am so pleased to announce the publication of my latest book. This is a different kind of book than you have seen, and probably will see from me. It is my mother’s memoir. You can find it here.

Several years ago, she sat with me and a video camera and talked about her youth and her family. I transcribed it, sorted it out somewhat chronologically, added a few old pictures, and photocopied a few booklets for family. When my mother, Mildred McConnell Roberts Criswell, passed away in September, I decided to revisit the project. She was the last of her siblings, and I knew that many of the extended relatives were interested in owning a copy of her “Heritage Book,” as we called it. Her story of how she grew up and life in Missouri and Arkansas were interesting enough that I also thought that other people would enjoy reading it. So I decided to make it available on Amazon, both paperback and on Kindle.

To the memoir and the photos, I have also added a few extras in this second edition. My sister, Sharlene, has done some genealogical work on our family history, and within the last couple of months, she has unearthed some previously unknown connections. I included a couple pages of that information. I also added a brief follow-up of Mildred’s life, since her memoir is from her early life and ends when she got married. 

This is from the book description:

Mildred McConnell Roberts was born in Birch Tree, Missouri in 1937, the middle girl of nine siblings in her family, of Scotch-Irish-Cherokee ancestry with roots back to the 1700’s. Mildred’s story, told here in her own words, details a life of musical awakening, hardships, and love of family against the backdrop of life in the Missouri and Arkansas Ozark Mountains.

This book was a labor of love, and I do not intend on making a profit from it. I will be offering the paperback on Amazon for the price it costs me, and I am selling the Kindle book for the lowest amount of 99¢. I can also make the Kindle book free periodically. I am planning on running a free promotion of “Ozark Heritage” on Black Friday and Cyber Monday. I hope you pick it up and give it a read. I am anticipating the paperback will be ready on Amazon today or tomorrow, and I’ll make another announcement when it is.

If you read it and enjoy it, please rate it on Amazon! That will help more people be able to find it, and it will help me also.

Boots for Valeria

Valeria’s boots, in my book, Valeria & The Enemy of Time, are like a minor character in the story. They appear just before she needs them, and they stick with her all the way through. Her boots almost seem magical, the way they fit her so perfectly with their buttery-soft leather, and being useful to hide daggers and kick wild dogs.

When I was a kid, did I have boots like that? Alas, I did not. Here is what I knew about boots when I was young.

There were cowboy boots. My two sisters had cowboy boots because they rode horses. You can see how I felt about horses here. I assumed they were pointy-toes so that you could slide them into the stirrups, sort of like threading a needle, or maybe throwing darts at the bullseye. I didn’t especially find the fancy stitching patterns pretty, and they looked very uncomfortable to me, since my feet and toes were all squared off at the ends and not pointy.

There were work boots with rubber or cleated soles. Otherwise known as “Red Wings.” My dad wore high-top laced Red Wing boots all the time because he was a beekeeper. He was on his feet a lot, and he needed high tops so he could tie up the bottoms of his coveralls around his shoes, to keep the crawling bees out of his clothes. My mother wore Red Wings too, since she also a beekeeper, was on her feet a whole lot, and needed to tie off her coverall pant legs too. At some point I also had lace-up leather work boots, but not Red Wings. I remember a lot of times, trying to make my coveralls stay tied around my ankles, where some not-quite-high-enough boots fell short. My sisters wore cowboy boots. Of course.

There were rubber galoshes-type rain boots. Always second-hand. And always leaked.

And my very best, very favorite boots of all time—white “go-go boots.”

I was in third grade, around 1965, and to get brand-new shoes or clothes, not hand-me-downs, was amazing. Especially something as fashionable and probably expensive as go-go boots. (dreamy-eyed nostalgia happening right now) The were white, ankle-high with short little heels, and zipped up the back. Alas, even before I outgrew them, I broke them. One school morning, I slipped on the kitchen floor, fell on the open oven door (not turned on). I broke the hinge on the oven door and broke one heel off. I am sure I cried, and I remember asking if Mom couldn’t nail the heel back on. Nope. And that was that.

I have never been as interested in fashion as in comfort. I have required my shoes (and clothes) to be comfortable and not fussy, scratchy or squeezy. A few years ago, I started obsessing about getting some boots, but I could never find the ones I saw in my mind’s eye. The closest I came was seeing the handmade leather boots on medieval reenactors’ feet, with their supple leather, flat heels, and simple designs. I did need boots that would accommodate my orthotics, my shoe inserts, another complication. A couple years ago, I did find some in a store in Morro Bay that fit the bill pretty closely, which you see in the photo at the top of the page.

When I was writing about Valeria, I tried to incorporate Italy into her clues, and since Italy is well-known for well-made shoes, it all came together. So perhaps I did put together everything I knew personally and have felt about boots, and they came out as Valeria’s leather boots, some footwear that I can say definitively I would also have adored as a kid.

New Release!

If you read a previous blog post, you would know that I have several projects burning a hole in my pocket. And now, finally, they are coming to completion! 

My first project, “Sweet Danger,” is one that really excites me, for several reasons.


It is about bees! Honeybees, as a matter of fact. The main character is a beekeeper, and along with experiencing all the excitement of the story, you’ll perhaps learn an interesting tidbit or two about the darling little insects. Be sure to read the “about the author” blurb at the end of the story to see how I know so much about bees!


It is a novella! That means you can sit down and probably finish it in one nice long sitting. It’s a “Novel—Lite” 


Sweet Danger is a mystery novella. I did want to try my hand at this genre, and it was a blast. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.


The main character is a girl, actually a young woman of 17 years old, so this is technically a young adult novella. But everything is clean. Except for people getting murdered mysteriously and in interesting ways. I love writing stories featuring strong, realistic females!


And this is the best of all…It’s FREE! Well, as free as I can make it. The cheapest I can make it on Kindle is for 99¢. But I can promote it by making it free 5 days out of every 90 days. So for either splurging 99¢, about the cost of a soft drink at McDonalds, you can enjoy a good read; or you can wait until I post on my pages that a free day is coming up. 

I’m doing this for two reasons. One, I want to reward the people who have given my first book “Valeria & The Enemy of Time” a chance and borrowed or bought it, and then read it. And two, I’d like those who haven’t read my first book to give “Sweet Danger” a chance (FREE, or at least, really cheap), and if you like it, then you might give my other book(s) a chance!

I’m going to be putting it on my website with links for downloading when it gets finalized with Amazon, but also check back on my Facebook page!

Redding Authors Fair (Northstate California)

It was really a lot of fun, being there sitting behind my books, Valeria & The Enemy of Time, plus the one I wrote as Dinah Roberts, “The Lazy Brewster,” a how-to book on brewing beer using an all-grain way, with the newer “brew-in-a-bag” method. What made it a blast was having Mel Newton with me, sharing my half of the table and selling her own books, “Go Ride Far,” and “Play any Instrument,” (pen name Orvetta Black on that one). 

The Redding Writers Forum‘s “Author’s Fair” was held at the Holiday Inn Convention Center in Redding. We had a fairly good turnout of authors. I had some fun shopping for a handful of books to read, myself. Melinda and I got to talk about our books, something we were looking forward to practicing! We enjoyed setting up our displays also. I watched her do something that I thought only I would be doing, straightening corners, moving around little items to make everything look squared-up and neat. Looks like we work well together!

I got some ideas for future book-selling/promoting tables from visiting the other authors spaces. The way they incorporated and displayed posters, props, promo material, and candy jars was inspiring. I wonder if anyone was looking at ours and capturing ideas!

The Author’s Fair has been on hiatus for a couple years, since the club lost its location at the Shasta Mall. I’m really tickled that it has been brought back. I recently found out that the money raised from table rental is to bring back the scholarship the club offered. What a great project!

Unfortunately the foot traffic was slim, and not many people had the information to come over and check us out. I’m hoping that we can change things for next year. If a committee is formed for that, you may be seeing me on it!

I will review the books I bought at the Fair on my blog, when I read them, and give information on how to get them, if they sound interesting to you.

Cement Truck

I haven’t been in very many vehicle accidents in my life. The school bus crash, which I described in a previous blog post was one. And the only other one I can think of is when I got rear-ended on the country road where I was stopped to make a left turn down my gravel lane. The impact shoved us forward, but there wasn’t much to see on the rear bumper of my old Suburban, as opposed to the little Honda which impaled itself onto my ball hitch. 

Periodically, while on the highway, I’ve come across accidents, as we all have, but none stuck in my memory more than the cement truck, single vehicle accident I saw a few years ago in Oroville, Calif. 

Perhaps you remember when the Oroville Dam spillway was self-destructing under the torrent of water flowing over it? Sections of the concrete had eroded away, allowing the water to eat away ever more, down to bedrock. Residents, all the way to Yuba City were evacuated over worry that a failure would send dangerous amounts of water down-river.

The next spring, after the rainy season was over, they started throwing cement at the problem, building back up the spillway and other structures. Trucks drove up from the cement plants to to the dam 7 days a week.

One Sunday morning I was headed south on Highway 70, from the Oroville area, and I saw a strange sight that I couldn’t make sense of. The two-lane country highway was mostly deserted; it was still too early for much traffic. About a quarter of a mile ahead of me, just to the left of the road, something was moving. Because of the dust being thrown up in the air, at first I thought it was a tractor in the field. But even from the distance I could see that the moving thing was out of control, erratic and very fast. It was big, smooth, and it disturbingly lacked features, like a vehicle should have.

By the time I got closer, I could finally satisfy my curiosity. It was a cement tank, lying just off the road ditch in a field. A short way down the road lay an upside-down truck, oddly bare, with just the cab and a long frame. A couple of cars coming from the other direction had already stopped, so I went on.

I checked on the CalTrans traffic website, Quickmap to see what had happened. From the CHP conversation, it looked as if a tire had blown out on the truck, causing the roll-over. The tank had been fully loaded with cement.

I had never thought about the possibility of the tank coming off the truck in an accident, although it seems obvious that it could. I played back in my mind the sight of the tank rolling in the dirt, having been flung off the truck at 55mph, throwing up a whirlwind of dust, its ovoid shape rolling like a football and inexorably smashing anything in front of it. To see something like that  coming your way would be a horrifying sight. I was sad whenever I thought of the poor driver, just doing his job on a nice sunny morning, supporting his family, killed in the accident. I thought again about how strange and unexpectedly long the undercarriage of the truck looked. 

When Valeria’s school bus was involved in an accident, I wanted something unusual to happen, something unexpected. I remembered the cement truck wreck, and imagined how badly that scenario could have turned out if there had been a bus full of people in the way.

And that, Dear Readers, is why the bus accident in my book, Valeria and The Enemy of Time, uses the destruction of a cement truck to cause the first chapter wreck, and to propel Valeria into her adventures.