Years ago I stopped making New Years Resolutions and instead started looking for a word to be my guiding theme for that year. Usually that would lead to a few related goals (goals, not resolutions. Not sure if there is a difference but a goal feels much more manageable.) In 2016 it was “brave”, I… Continue reading 2018
Well, I made it to December in more or less one piece. The last major draft of my book is finished. It’s with a friend now who is editing it for grammar and mechanics, but the story is done. No more changing it, at least not until a publisher gets a hold of it and… Continue reading Happy Christmas
I can not believe I haven’t written since September. SEPTEMBER?! Honestly I had much better intentions. Every time I write a blog post I feel connected to all the lovely souls back in Michigan, Maryland, The Puget Sound and even a couple over seas. It leaves me believing that I will indeed blog, if not… Continue reading Time
I’ve lived with the dream of being a published author almost as long as I’ve been able to read. In my early years of actively pursuing said dream, I used to feel discouraged when other people were successful. I remember going to a conference when I was in college and looking at the massive crowds… Continue reading Enough Success to go Around.
Toward the end of last week and the beginning of this current week I began to notice my anxiety rising, and my loneliness getting bigger. I’m sure that some of it has to do with a lack of vitamin D (come on sun, just a little bit of blue sky) and I have definitely been… Continue reading Small Steps Again…
Years ago before alzheimer’s disease came and invaded my grammy’s brain she loved movies. She also loved books. If I had to guess I’d say she loved story. I spent a lot of time following her around blabbering about the plot of some book I was reading, and she always listened patiently (something I find a little… Continue reading The Power of Story
Insomnia. For two nights I laid in bed, trying to fall asleep. Really wracking my brain for anything I was stressed about but coming up empty. Except, that I was anxious. My insomnia is usually accompanied by shooting adrenaline. My heart racing the feel of my own blood pumping through my veins. Finally, on night three,… Continue reading Book Dread
Ranger and I have taken it into our heads to walk to the sound every day. It’s not too far, but by the time you go and walk the hills and come back it’s a very good workout. We take water, his collapsable dish and my journal. I like the grey cloudy days, they’re moody… Continue reading I like it best when it’s grey, and even better when it’s sunny.
For all my waxing on about celebrating victories and following your God-given dreams I just hit a screaming bump in the road. Last weekend was our annual writing conference, a conference where I have always come away feeling rejuvenating, inspired, and excited. It’s sort of been me and my writings group annual pilgrimage. This time,… Continue reading Conference Fatigue…
I just read a blog post from a friend of mine. A friend that I met years ago at a writer’s conference. Julie Kittredge is a visual artist as well as a writer and she’s so beautiful and a lot cooler then me. Any way, her blog was about accepting the art in her soul, how… Continue reading Soul Food