My cousin has a catchphrase about stuff. She opines that one’s stuff expands to fit the space available, plus two boxes.

My variation on that theme is this: The number of tasks demanding my attention expands to fit the time available, plus five or six more tasks, all with screaming deadlines, taking up line after line on my to-do list.

Yes, I keep a to-do list. It’s satisfying to check off those items. But I keep adding more, until the page is covered with scribbles, some of them in the margins, and hand-drawn stars indicating the urgency. Oh, the tasks that make their way onto that list—and get in the way of writing. There are so many.

I retired from my day job more than a decade ago. I figured I would have more time to write. Not unlimited, never that. But more. Hah! Like that worked.

“I don’t know how I got anything done before I retired.” When I was working full time, I used to hear people say that. After I retired, I was the one saying it. However, I do know how I got things done. I didn’t sleep—much. During those last few years, what with the day job and the commute, I got up at 4 AM so I could write before making that rush-hour drive to my office. Once I retired, sleeping in past 6 AM was pure joy. So is reading my morning newspaper in the morning, a mug of coffee beside me, instead of catching a few pages while eating lunch at my desk.

It’s amazing what crops up to fill the time. Tasks, some pleasant, some routine and necessary. I need to clean my home from time to time, because I like to walk through the rooms without tripping over the clutter. In the spring and summer, I look at the proliferation of weeds in my garden, thinking I’d better haul on the gloves and deal with them.

Exercise is a desirable routine. I have a weekly tai chi session that has been good for me. And walks. Because you never know, I might work my way through that thorny plot issue while walking along the beach near my home.

Errands, always errands. Grocery shopping for me. Stocking up on cat food for my four-pawed furballs. Library visits, to pick up or take back books. Visits to the doctor or dentist. And those trips that are good for the soul, such as meeting a good friend for lunch or coffee, always with plenty of conversation. Or an outing to a museum or the theatre.

I treasure those days when my dance card isn’t crowded, just my morning session with the newspaper, a walk (if the weather permits), and the rest of the day spent in front of the computer, writing and polishing my work in progress. That is so satisfying. But lately, things are getting in the way. I’m thinking of that daylight-savings-time mantra: “Spring forward, fall back.” The term “fall back” makes me think about falling behind. I have certainly felt that way over the past two years, when family and personal issues got in the way of writing.

The tasks are always expanding to fill up the to-do list. That’s always going to be the case, I suspect. One issue gets taken care of, and then another crops up to take its place. And always, things that get in the way of writing, if I let them.

So on to checking off one more thing on the to-do list: this month’s blog!

Let us now give thanks for the Sanborn maps, a valuable tool for writers.

You’ve never heard of them? I hadn’t either, until I started working at the University of California Berkeley. I was a staffer in a research unit affiliated with the College of Environmental Design, which is where I first heard the term the built environment.

According to Science Direct:

The term built environment refers to the human-made surroundings that provide the setting for human activity, ranging in scale from buildings and parks or green space to neighborhoods and cities that can often include their supporting infrastructure, such as water supply or energy networks.

The Sanborn maps show a detailed view of the built environment. Great for writers, because if we’re writing about a particular location, it helps to know what building was on which corner. Fortunately, many of the Sanborn maps have been digitized. Which is great since the bound volumes are quite large and bulky—and not readily available.

Now for some background. The Sanborn Map Company created and published detailed maps of US cities and towns in the 19^th and 20^th centuries. The earliest published map shows Boston in 1969. The maps were large-scale, lithographed street plans, published in volumes, bound, and updated.

They were created so that fire insurance companies could assess their liability in urbanized areas, utilizing detailed information about properties and individual buildings in approximately 12,000 cities and towns.

The Sanborn maps contain an enormous amount of information. Once you get past the title page and various indexes, the maps themselves show the outlines of each building and outbuilding; the location of windows and doors; street names; street and sidewalk widths; property boundaries; fire walls; natural features such as rivers; railroad corridors; building use (sometimes even particular room uses); house and block number; as well as the composition of building materials including the framing, flooring, and roofing materials; the strength of the local fire department; indications of sprinkler systems; locations of fire hydrants; location of water and gas mains; and even the names of most public buildings, churches and businesses. Even brothels, outhouses and stables! A treasure trove!

You can access the maps through the Library of Congress, though I’m not sure they have the complete collection. What they do have is voluminous. Here’s a link:

https://www.loc.gov/collections/sanborn-maps/about-this-collection/

While writing Death Above the Line, the latest Jill McLeod novel, set in Niles, California in 1953, I consulted a Sanborn map for that small township in Alameda County. I learned that what is now called Niles Boulevard was called Front Street back then. There was a hotel on a corner opposite the train station, which served the purposes of my plot. I also found a large vacant lot farther down the street where I could locate my fictional warehouse-turned-movie-studio.

For my work-in-progress, which takes place in New Mexico territory in the late 1870s and early 1880s, the maps are invaluable. Even now, I’m looking at a digital map of Santa Fe in 1883 that points out the location of the post office, on a corner east of the Plaza, next door to a jewelry shop, an insurance office, and a barber shop—and there was a gambling hall behind that. On another downtown street, I find a bookstore sandwiched between a bank and another building labeled “Gambling Mdse.” I’m intrigued by that one.

Once I figured out that the legend “Dwg.” means dwelling, that gave me an idea of where people lived. Especially useful since my protagonist is renting a room in someone’s home. Now I know where to put that fictional house.

I love looking at maps and I could certainly spend hours with the Sanborn maps. Try them—you’ll get hooked!

I’m writing a historical novel set in New Mexico, in the 1870s. In an early chapter, my protagonist, Catriona, goes to a dance. Except in that time and place, it was known as a baile. It’s a common term in the southwest, describing a social gathering where people dance.

For a writer, a social gathering is a great way to set the scene and give it the flavor of the times and the place. It advances the plot and allows me to give my characters more depth and substance. Throw all these people into a social gathering and describe their interactions—it’s a great writer’s tool.

Catriona is the daughter of an army officer from a nearby fort. She’s accompanied to the baile by her father and another officer and his wife. Newly arrived in the area, she’s looking forward to the social event, her first in her new home. I describe her anticipation of a pleasant evening, the clothes that she and others are wearing, the venue where the baile is held, the refreshments, and so on.

Her first dance—a schottische—is with her father. From then on, she has many dance partners, as the locals spin around the floor—the waltz, the polka, square dances, accompanied by guitars and fiddles. In the interest of research, I went looking for examples of dances that were popular in the mid- to late nineteenth century and found Dance Through Time, which is on YouTube. This interesting channel provides descriptions and videos of various dances. In addition to those dances listed above, there were others, such as the galop and the mazurka. This is a terrific source for writers who set their stories in any decade. You can check it out at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gr2JrloB7pc.

Writing the chapter was a great deal of fun, especially one scene. Catriona has already danced—twice—with an earnest second lieutenant from the fort who keeps stepping on her feet. She’s trying to avoid a third session when:

A voice at my right said, “You promised me this dance.”

I turned my head and looked at my rescuer. He was a young man, about my age and a few inches taller, with even features and a head of sandy-colored hair. His slender form was dressed in clean brown pants and a blue shirt. A spark of merriment lit his blue eyes and when he smiled at me, I saw two prominent front teeth. He held out his left hand and I took it. Then he led me onto the dance floor, leaving the disappointed lieutenant standing alone.

“You looked like you needed rescuing from that fellow,” he said with a smile. “I saw him dancing with you earlier. It appears he stepped on your feet a time or two.”

“More than a time or two,” I said. “I fear the lieutenant isn’t much of a dancer. But he’s persistent. My name is Catriona MacNeill, by the way.”

 “Glad to know you, Miss MacNeill. They call me Billy. Billy Bonney.” The band began to play a square dance. “Ah, ‘Turkey in the Straw,’ one of my favorites.”

And that, dear readers, is how Catriona meets Billy the Kid.

How do I know “Turkey in the Straw” was one of the Kid’s favorites? Research, of course. That’s what we writers do, diving down various rabbit holes, including this one. There are a number of sources that say Billy loved dancing and was a skilled and popular partner for the young ladies at many bailes. In 1928, one of Billy’s compadres, Frank Coe, was interviewed by historian J. Evetts Haley. According to Frank, who played fiddle at many bailes, Billy was “a mighty nice dancer and what you call a ladies’ man . . . The Kid danced waltzes, polkas and squares.”

Frank added that Billy would often call out to the musicians, telling them, “don’t forget the gallina.” Which is Spanish for turkey.

Thanksgiving is over. I look at the calendar in disbelief. December already!!?? Because Thanksgiving was late this year, there are just a few weeks till Christmas and New Year’s Eve. Time to think about presents and cards and holiday celebrations, yet I don’t feel ready. Where did the year go? And so quickly.

This year has been challenging on so many levels. Might as well add the last half of 2023 to that and call it a challenging year and a half, marked by loss and upheaval on a personal level.

My mother died in 2023. Anyone who has experienced the loss of a parent knows what comes after: clearing out her house to get it ready to sell. Mom lived there for nearly 60 years, so that process took months. It was difficult, making decisions and dividing up what was left: furniture, pictures, keepsakes. We took load after load after load of stuff to local thrift stores. We packed boxes, moving things out. For my brother, it was loading a U-Haul. For me, the process involved shipping furniture and boxes, as well as multiple visit to UPS to ship still more boxes.

Last December I spent the holiday there, the last Christmas together in the house—well, together without Mom. It felt so different. When we took down the decorations for the last time, we divided those up as well. Now the house is empty, waiting for its next owner.

I think of the first line of the song Secret Gardens, written and sung by Judy Collins: “My grandmother’s house is still there, but it isn’t the same.”

Well, Mom’s house is still there, but it really isn’t the same.

My condo is still here, too, but it isn’t the same. It looks better than it did, finally. A flood last fall caused a great deal of damage, meaning the carpet went away and sheetrock had to be removed from walls and ceilings. It took months to repair and at one point involved all my belongings being packed up and moved into storage. I moved into a hotel with my cats while all this packing and moving was taking place, following by installation of new curtains and flooring. Then I moved back in and started unpacking boxes and putting things together.

In some rooms the furniture has been shifted around to accommodate furniture from Mom’s house, including a china cabinet that belonged to my grandmother. The keepsakes went into the china cabinet. The quilt Grandma made hangs on the wall in my bedroom. Some of the family photos are on the walls, while more are stored in a closet. There isn’t room to display everything, but those are family photos and I’m glad I have them.

Through it all I have kept writing, though. In July 2023 I had a computer meltdown that resulted in the loss of a book. That was difficult indeed. After I mourned the loss of my words, I started again. Fortunately, the book was, and is, still in my head. I have recreated the words that were lost and written even more. It’s not quite a cohesive first draft, not yet, but it’s coming along. Slowly at times and then at other times, inspiration burst forth and I add to the word count. Soon, I’ll have that first draft. At least I hope so. A goal to aspire to in the new year that is so rapidly approaching.

Yes, it has been challenging. I’m sure the coming year will have more challenges. But writing and creating help to keep me sane. Along with time spent on the sofa with cats and books. Here’s to the rest of December and the New Year.