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Author Insight
A Cure for Worry
In this Power Multiplied excerpt [available in 8 days], Shannon juggles two worries--a premonition of disaster and a missing whale. In her anxious calls to the Observation Deck, she has managed to transfer one of her worries to a friend. This is a hazard of our worrying; it's sometimes contagious. Even my cat and dog know something's up when I am over-anxious in my worrying. For me, the cure to excessive worry is two-fold: if I can't do anything about the object of my worry, I simply wait and see. If I can do something, I get off my duff and go into action and I allow the action to satisfy my worrying. Here in Washington, we have had the lion's share of Covid-19 deaths. So my larder is stocked , my hands are frequently washed, and because it is my good fortune to be able to stay home for much of these next weeks, I shall do so. And I allow myself to feel much better now that I have done and am doing these things. If you are an excessive worrier, don't forget this last step: Permission to let go of the angst while keeping vigilant. It works: even my dog and cat are resting comfortably on various parts of my anatomy today.
Book Excerpt
Power Multiplied
She closed her eyes and tried to recapture the salty sea, the blood, the tortured cries, hoping a fuller image would form.
Nothing.
As if she didn’t already have enough to worry about with Juneau missing.
Today Juneau, a snow-white beluga whale and Shannon’s research partner, had set out on her very first day of freedom from the steel-and-concrete sea pen that extended from the shore in a great semicircle around the UC. She’d lived in captivity for ten long years at the SeaQuarium in Ocean City, California, in a pool that the designers had declared generous compared to other captive whale pools, but compared to the whole northern Pacific Ocean, um, no.
The Dickson had set her free today at last. And then she had disappeared.
Shannon whipped her radio off her belt.
“Hey, Steve. Shannon here. Have you spotted Juneau on your monitors by any chance?”
“Why hello, Shannon. What’s it been? Let me check my log. Wow, seven minutes since you last asked. I’ve been up here looking for her nonstop and chewing my hangnails, thanks to you. And no, nothing. Nada. She’s definitely MIA.”
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