Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Santa Maria Bookworms and Scribes - Check out more inclusive website! Donna has good experience about ebook sales!

The latest news from Scribes and Bookworms:

Donna Peabody (Organizer) sent a message to the Santa Maria Bookworms and Scribes mailing list
The future
Hi everyone! I hope this finds you all well and writing. As some of you know I have moved to Fresno. I had intended to continue this group, but with the current Covid-19 restrictions, I feel it is time to say adieu to Santa Maria Bookworms and Scribes.
I am hoping to create an online room where those of you who are interested can join in and share your writings, thoughts, and ideas. If you are interested in such a venue contact me: I will let you know when I have worked out the details.
I wish you all happiness, health, and a rich creative life. As of today I am stepping down as organizer and if any of you wish to take up the mantle feel free,

Thanks for all the support!
Donna Lee Peabody

Friday, September 14, 2018

Bookworms Report

After meeting with the Santa Maria Bookworms and Scribes, I'm looking forward to the next time--next month. That will give me time to work on some new writing on, maybe Nary a Drop of Seawater. It's probably closest to completion. Whew, just saying that makes me feel energized! Send me all the vibes you can spare.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Bookworms Report - Reminiscing

This evening I caught the last hour or so of a MeetUp of the Bookworms, a writers' group meeting at the Santa Maria Public Library. I was late, but they invited me to read what I had brought--Lady on the Bench. They were complimentary! I asked for their comments on whether I should post it here, whether folks would be interested in reading it. They gave me a yes and a go-ahead. So . . .

It's a good group. Four others were there--Donna, Kristin, Rene' and Dot. They meet once a month. So, I'll have to work during the next month. I'm looking forward to it.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Poem - Mighty Joe Young

He Said His Name Was Joe Young

He said his name was Joe Young.
Once I'd pulled ahead and stopped
To intercept him at a pullout,
I teased and called him mighty.

His bicycle, encumbered, stem to stern,
By neatly rolled up bundles,
Seemed too heavy to be pushed,
As he was doing, much less ridden.

He wasn't a young man by any means,
But when I shook his hand, his grip exuded strength;
His eyes full of the merriment that comes only
From a heart that loves life and enjoys living it.

Joe's untrimmed beard covered his face and chest,
Blended at the sides with longish uncut hair.
Whether blond, red, or gray remained a mystery.
His lips, as he spoke, hid behind a wide red mustache.

We sat together on the tailgate of my pickup truck.
Our stories of adventure traveling back and forth.
My own seemed mild compared to his, but when I told my dream,
He laughed aloud in genuine appreciation. He understood.

He went his way, trudging byways, seeing the country, edge to edge.
I drove on, richer for having seen his eyes and heard his voice.
And when I, too, hit the road in months to come,
I pray I’ll cross paths again with mighty Joe Young,
Somewhere in America, living life his way.

Beverly Gaye Scofield
2014 All rights reserved


This was one of my true life people adventures. On one of the beautiful Tennessee backroads, I passed and then looked back at this old guy pushing his loaded bicycle along the roadside. I pulled off at the first wide spot and waited for him to catch up. He stopped. This is what happened. I had snacks with me, and we just visited. It was surreal and wonderful. Enjoy.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Apologies to Anyone Interested in Picking Up Where I Left Off

 Hey, to any followers who might be listening!

I can easily imagine that I'm writing for myself after this long hiatus. Yes, I got my travel trailer all ready and hit the road in January 2015. 

After a short stay with my good friend (adopted Little Brother) Danny Smith and his sweet wife Bev (more later about that lovely visit), I traveled on. 

Then, in Arizona, on a windy day, the trailer and I had a tussle about who was in charge. It won. Or, I should say, it lost the battle and ended up in a huge pile of splinters.
Stuff piled onto the salvage trailer.

Structural wood in a pile!

Not even the worst truck damage.

When all was settled there, I journeyed on to California, spent some time with nephew Paul and his sweet wife Tereza in San Francisco. I bought an old camper to go on my poor old battered Ford pickup there, Paul and Tereza labored mightily to get me on the road again, and I came on to my hometown, Santa Maria, California. I've been ensconced in a small apartment in a senior residential complex for three years now, wondering when I'll get back to writing, to finishing up all the partially-written stories and book just waiting for attention.

I fill my time with odds and ends, try to make myself useful when friends here need a ride or help with some other doable task. There's a small garden area beside the building I live in, and I water and weed a bit while keeping a small plot of alyssum flowers in bloom in Little Mother's honor.

The feral cats on the property need feeding, and that seems to have fallen partly to me and one other woman. 

And, I became the unofficial hall monitor, keeping lobby doors closed or open, as the powers-that-be order--often in opposition to unruly fellow residents who prefer fresh air to orders. (smile) Oh, and I play the piano in the main lobby several times a week, just to keep my hand in. People pass by, sometimes sit for awhile to listen and seem to enjoy the music. So far, I haven't begun the swimming pool exercise program I keep thinking about.

I will try to keep this up, for my own benefit mostly but also for anyone who still has an interest.

Beverly "SilverBee" Scofield

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

It feels like coming up for air after a long swim underwater. I'm not trying to compare the busyness of my life with yours, for I'm luckier than most in my freedom to choose. It's the plethora of choices that makes it all seem so gaspingly immediate. (smile) What are these absolutely overwhelming choices? Well . . . now that I try to put them into more down-to-earth terms, they seem more exciting than threatening. Okay, I love them. I admit it! Satisfied? LOL 

So, instead, I'll tell you about a book I just ran across. I'm only part way into the first chapter and I'm thinking, "Everyone should read this book!" You know--you've read that kind of book. This one is Original Sinners: A New Interpretation of Genesis by John R. Coats. No, it isn't a book about religion per se, but one about human nature--about me, for one, and I suspect about all us human beans. (smile) Here's what Coats says about his book: 

 "When I began writing Original Sinners, I wanted to create something different, a study of Genesis that would not be doctrinal, that would be light but not lightweight, and relevant to modern life, whether the reader was religious or not. So, rather than following the usual path of focusing on the significance of the stories, I decided to employ the method of scriptural interpretation I learned almost forty years ago when a mentor taught me to focus on the characters in the stories, to look deeper, beneath the overlays of doctrine and history, and find their humanity. What do their stories reveal about motive, strength and weakness of character? What do their lives have in common with my life—with our common life? and, By studying their lives, might we learn about our own? What I found, again, was a humanity all too familiar in its flaws, its tragedy, yet moving, funny, and often outrageous—in other words, a humanity much like my own, and yours."[]

Just to give you a little taste of his writing (because chances are you'll smile at my enthusiasm and move on to your own latest novel, or textbook, or whatever).

"Imagine yourself as the first human being. You've popped into the world inside the body of a full-grown adult. You've gone from being a nonbeing to being and become fully conscious, although you have no memories, no parents, no siblings, friends or enemies. No clothes and no language, though it seems reasonable that from thy bowels, as our Elizabethan ancestors were wont to say, would arise some expression of, What the' . . . ? as you stood, lay, or sat, blank-brained, absorbing those first burst of fivefold sensory input. This wordless sense of being and identity is just the sort of abstraction that your big Homo sapiens brain is designed to ponder and dissect. Advanced queries such as Who am I? and What am I? will follow, in time." [From the chapter Act One: Adam and Eve, but Mostly Eve: pg. 9, first paragraph.]

I fully intended to rant on about all the choices of tasks I found overwhelming each morning--the things that prevented me from writing a post in my blog. Instead, I've reviewed a wonderful book. A better choice, don't you think? (smile)

Bye for now. Enjoy life. 


I'm making progress. For every step backward, I'm taking one and a half forward. (smile) At the end of October, I picked up the travel trailer and towed it to the place near home where a good neighbor is allowing me to park it. That was the forward movement. Then, the backward step came when one of the tires blew itself to smithereens coming back from a trip to Camping World to get a few things up and running.

During all these steps forward and backward, I've had Nina with me sometimes or Douglas at other times. Don't know what I'd have done without them. They've given freely of their time, and I'll be eternally grateful. Douglas took all the tires home with him and, two days later brought the new ones, already installed on the wheels. He put the tires on and accompanied me back to the meadow. He has researched all kinds of information and is mentoring me in all the things I need to know and remember about caring for and traveling with my trailer.

One thing I've discovered is that those years traveling with Tony, pulling our 40' fifth-wheel, didn't make me all that knowledgeable about this trailer. Tony did most of the work that would have meant a lot to my new situation. I knew about many tasks, but I didn't assimilate the experience by doing things myself. So, I'm in learning mode.

As more progress comes to pass, I'll be back to update. Also, I guess I have to come every day to delete the hacker's posts.