It all started with bread…

Over on my personal Facebook page I’ve been posting about my adventures in baking while sheltering in place. Last night I shared this photo, my first attempt at homemade sourdough English muffins.

I wanted to tell you about my FIRST attempt at homemade bread. Because, in a way, my publishing career started with homemade bread.

I first tried to bake bread back in 1976 or 1977, during the first year we were married. I remember, because Don and I were living in the Wannamaker Apartments, across the street from the Covina Dairy.

My mother was not a baker, and while my Grandma Hilda baked bread in her youth, I don’t recall her ever baking it when I was at her house. So I was never around anyone while they baked bread.

I found a recipe in a cookbook and gave it a try. I had never worked with yeast before. It was a pretty little loaf, and hard and heavy as a brick.

Don and I laughed at the sad loaf. I wrapped it neatly in a kitchen towel and took it to one of our neighbors, friends of ours who lived in the Wannamaker Apartments. I presented them my gift of homemade bread.

Again, we all laughed and laughed.

I didn’t attempt to make bread again until around 1982. That year I put out my very first self-published book, Great-Grandma’s Recipe Book. Both my grandmothers had passed away a few years earlier, and I had in my possession their recipes. Both were excellent cooks. I wanted to share the recipes with family and friends, so I decided to first kitchen test the recipes to come up with directions (many of the recipes had no instructions) before putting together a book.

Grandma Hilda had a number of bread recipes, and guess what? I was actually able to bake them without turning out a brick!

I ended up using my Dad’s copy machine to print up my first book and had it spiral bound at a local office supply store. I gave copies to friends and family that Christmas in 1982. It was also when I came up with my publishing house name, Robeth Publishing, a combination of our children’s names, Robert Scott and Elizabeth.

A few years later, after we had moved to Wrightwood California, I started Mountain Hi-Desert Guide, a monthly community magazine for the tri-communities of Wrightwood, Phelan and Pinion Hills, and an annual full-color magazine, Wrightwood Magazine. They were all published under Robeth Publishing.

Today, Robeth Publishing is incorporated, and the publishing house I write under. I currently have around 40 books published, not counting audiobooks published by Tantor Media and Dreamscape. And in a way, it all started with bread…

Looking Back on 2020…

I was not terrific about blogging in 2020. Will I do better in 2021? I don’t know.

Today I sat down and wrote my annual Christmas letter. It’s a tradition in our family, where we each sit down and write about the year just ending. We normally do it on Christmas night, but some years, like in 2020, I waited until today. The letters are then put in a Christmas scrapbook. Now that our kids are adults—one living in Alaska and the other in Portland, they no longer contribute pages to the book. I wish they would.

2020 was a rough year for our country and the world. For me it started off bringing my mother home from the hospital after a stroke. We spent the next two months dealing with her rehabilitation and nurses coming to our home to help her with therapy and showers.

Just weeks after her therapy ended, the country went into a lockdown because of Covid, and since then we have been sheltering in place.

I did venture out to YouTube, and started an Authortube channel. I put out 15 videos, and then stopped when I didn’t have anything new to add. If I think of something, I might add another video, but it was only done as a needed distraction during the early days of lockdown.

I then turned to cooking. I started making my own homemade pasta, and even splurged on an attachment for my Kitchenaid.

After I figured out pasta, I moved to sourdough bread. My sister, who was also faithfully sheltering in place, had been making sourdough bread, so she walked me through the sourdough starter process and shared her recipe.

When it comes to pasta noodles and sourdough bread, I will be sticking to homemade. I love them both.  

I also tried cheese making for the first time, a simple farm cheese. My next adventure in the kitchen is fermenting. I think I will start with fermenting salsa.

When I’m not in the kitchen, I am in front of my computer. In fact, I am doing another sort of fermenting right now, figuring out the plot to my next Haunting Danielle book, The Ghost and the Mountain Man.

Professionally it was a good year for me. I published three Haunting Danielle books, and all were well received. Dreamscape Media released my Coulson Family Saga in audiobook, and I was thrilled with what the narrator did with them. Plus, I had several audiobook releases in my Haunting Danielle series, and I always love what that narrator does.

In November I had to say goodbye to a dear friend–Spooky the Halloween Cat. We estimate he was about eighteen. While he was my cat, the last two years he had moved in with Mom and been wonderful company for her. Mom cried for days after he traveled the rainbow bridge. She misses her buddy, but I know he is now with Lady and free from pain.

Wishing all of us a much better new year. 

Dream Hopping: Who said it first?

This morning I received a letter from a fan telling me she had just watched Netflix’s new series, The Haunting of Bly Manor, and wanted to let me know they were using a term I frequently use in my Haunting Danielle series—dream hopping.

My definition of dream hopping is when a spirt enters your dream. He or she might also pull another spirit or another dreaming person into your dream. I first started using this term in my books back in 2014, when writing The Ghost Who Wasn’t, which was published early 2015. Dream Hops have become a familiar element in my series.

The concept of a spirit entering your dream is nothing new. However, I thought I was being super clever coming up with the term ‘dream hop,’ but apparently, I wasn’t. As it says in Ecclesiasticsthere is nothing new under the sun.

I did a little Google search on the term. Back in 2017, two years after I published The Ghost Who Wasn’t, some guy registered the domain, dreamhopping.com, and he claims Dream Hopping is a trademarked term, but when I did a trademark search, it didn’t come up. I am not suggesting he lied; something might have been wrong with the search engine I used.

As I continued to search, I found other people using “Dream Hopping,” even a recent SpongeBob episode. When Googling the term, I found it scattered all over the internet, yet none coming up before I used the term.

But then I found a post from 2005—a decade prior to the publishing of The Ghost Who Wasn’t. It was on a dream forum I had never heard of before or visited. Member issaiah1332 wrote a post entitled “Dream Hopping,” and then went on to ask if it was possible to hop into another person’s dream. 

His or her question was not about ghost dream hopping. So, while I obviously can’t claim I coined the term, was I the first to use it when referring to a spirit visiting us in our sleep? Probably not.