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Sunday, December 11, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Writing on Thursday
THE MOTHER DAUGHTER SHOW by Natalie Wexler
CAST OF CHARACTERS: Three moms, three daughters, bound by the past, friendship and DNA; struggling with change, doubt and misunderstanding.
STORYLINE: The daughters are teenagers in their senior year of high school, and this means it's time for the annual show. It's the mothers' job to create and execute the musical revue, one that will both honor their girls, and please the ranks of their private prep school.
But when everyone should be working together, relishing this special stage in life, the plot thickens with secrets, rebellion, and the sound of little more than dischord.
Will the show go on? And at what expense?
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REVIEW: Two thumbs up. THE MOTHER DAUGHTER REVIEW is a well-written, clear story about the dynamics of relationship, the reality of life, and the power of forgiveness.
CREDITS: Natalie Wexler is a journalist and essayist whose work has appeared in the Washington Post Magazine, the American Scholar, the Gettysburg Review, and other publications, and she is a reviewer for the Washington Independent Review of Books. She wrote the award-winning historical novel, A MORE OBEDIENT WIFE. THE MOTHER DAUGHTER REVIEW is her second book. She lives in Washington, D.C., with her husband.
THE MOTHER DAUGHTER SHOW was published by Fuze Publishing LLC, and I received my review copy from Goldberg McDuffie Communications.
CAST OF CHARACTERS: Three moms, three daughters, bound by the past, friendship and DNA; struggling with change, doubt and misunderstanding.STORYLINE: The daughters are teenagers in their senior year of high school, and this means it's time for the annual show. It's the mothers' job to create and execute the musical revue, one that will both honor their girls, and please the ranks of their private prep school.
But when everyone should be working together, relishing this special stage in life, the plot thickens with secrets, rebellion, and the sound of little more than dischord.
Will the show go on? And at what expense?
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REVIEW: Two thumbs up. THE MOTHER DAUGHTER REVIEW is a well-written, clear story about the dynamics of relationship, the reality of life, and the power of forgiveness.
THE MOTHER DAUGHTER SHOW was published by Fuze Publishing LLC, and I received my review copy from Goldberg McDuffie Communications.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
After a While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn.
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Writing on Thursday
A Poem
Over the weekend my daughters and I went into an antiques store. While they looked at dated dolls, I picked up a crusty orange-bound, red-spined book. I'm always picking up books. Something about this one, as with so many, just caught my eye.
I flipped to its center, and this was what I read. It's simply titled SEVEN, for it's the seventh entry.
We touch.
Shoulder-to-shoulder.
You can't do more when crossing streets
with mannequins in windows looking back.
I try to match your step--
that way I'm sure of staying close.
You smell like love.
That must be so
for what I smell is dear to me and new.
And so a little walk through town
becomes a journey
a love vacation from ourselves
but with ourselves.
Everything you say is funny
or beautiful.
Sometimes I forget that old material can be so current. That something written decades ago can touch me today. Until there it is in front of me.
In this poem I recognize something I've never had, but I also (hopelessly, romantically) read my future.
So I bought the book.
LISTEN TO THE WARM by Rod McKuen , copyright 1967.
Over the weekend my daughters and I went into an antiques store. While they looked at dated dolls, I picked up a crusty orange-bound, red-spined book. I'm always picking up books. Something about this one, as with so many, just caught my eye.
I flipped to its center, and this was what I read. It's simply titled SEVEN, for it's the seventh entry.
We touch.
Shoulder-to-shoulder.
You can't do more when crossing streets
with mannequins in windows looking back.
I try to match your step--
that way I'm sure of staying close.
You smell like love.
That must be so
for what I smell is dear to me and new.
And so a little walk through town
becomes a journey
a love vacation from ourselves
but with ourselves.
Everything you say is funny
or beautiful.
Sometimes I forget that old material can be so current. That something written decades ago can touch me today. Until there it is in front of me.
In this poem I recognize something I've never had, but I also (hopelessly, romantically) read my future.
So I bought the book.
LISTEN TO THE WARM by Rod McKuen , copyright 1967.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Believing
Here's a truth. I'm struggling with faith in myself as a writer.
Sure, I blog three times a week, am consistent with the small projects I'm part of (see sidebar) and freelance jobbies here or there, and keep an eye on the larger intended projects, like my books.
But I'll feel the drive and find the zone for only a couple days at a time, then too quickly lose momentum. I'm lacking discipline. I get too caught up in my day-to-day, finding a dozen things to do instead of sit down and WRITE. There's been too much gook in my personal life to pull away and WRITE. Sometimes the blogging feels like a chore, even.
What I want to know is, what does this mean? Is it just a phase? (Please let it be a phase.) How can I be a writer if I'm not writing? Is it fair to go easy on myself--because it's not like I haven't had a lot of life happening (divorce and a move being the biggies, plus other tasty stuffs)--or am I just falling on that as an excuse?
I've got to snap out of it. I have to find my groove. I want to write again. I want my days to be filled with words and bursting with creativity.
Do you have any advice or encouragement?
What do you do when you don't believe in yourself (even though you know you should)?
Here's a truth. I'm struggling with faith in myself as a writer.
Sure, I blog three times a week, am consistent with the small projects I'm part of (see sidebar) and freelance jobbies here or there, and keep an eye on the larger intended projects, like my books.
But I'll feel the drive and find the zone for only a couple days at a time, then too quickly lose momentum. I'm lacking discipline. I get too caught up in my day-to-day, finding a dozen things to do instead of sit down and WRITE. There's been too much gook in my personal life to pull away and WRITE. Sometimes the blogging feels like a chore, even.
What I want to know is, what does this mean? Is it just a phase? (Please let it be a phase.) How can I be a writer if I'm not writing? Is it fair to go easy on myself--because it's not like I haven't had a lot of life happening (divorce and a move being the biggies, plus other tasty stuffs)--or am I just falling on that as an excuse?
I've got to snap out of it. I have to find my groove. I want to write again. I want my days to be filled with words and bursting with creativity.
Do you have any advice or encouragement?
What do you do when you don't believe in yourself (even though you know you should)?
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
It has been said that we need just three things in life: Something to do, something to look forward to, and someone to love.
Anonymous
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Do you agree? Would you trade out one thing for another?
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Writing on Thursday
Holiday Haiku
Turkey, stuffing, yum.
I can't wait for deviled eggs.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Leave your own holiday haiku as a comment.
Turkey, stuffing, yum.
I can't wait for deviled eggs.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Leave your own holiday haiku as a comment.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
Life is short and life is fragile.
It isn't too soon to make a decision.
It isn't too late to make a change.
Say what you need to say.
Do what you want to do.
Life doesn't wait. We shouldn't either.
It isn't too soon to make a decision.
It isn't too late to make a change.
Say what you need to say.
Do what you want to do.
Life doesn't wait. We shouldn't either.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
We can't change what we don't confront.
Unknown
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Is there something in life you're not confronting?
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
Find life experiences and swallow them whole. Travel. Meet many people. Go down some dead ends and explore dark alleys. Try everything. Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.
Anonymous
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Are you pursuing life?
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Tell me how.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Dark Driving
It was getting to be evening. Eight-thirty or nine or so, I don't much remember, because time wasn't on my mind.
What I do remember is that I was nestled in dark, driving on a two-lane country highway. It was a straight stretch, nothing curvy or hilly or difficult to navigate. No cars around.
Which was why I followed the impulse and took my glasses off.
The road blurred; I could see only that it was illuminated by my headlights.
First there was discomfort. This isn't what good, safe drivers do. This doesn't keep me aware, ready for one of those populous deer, or some other animal, or a parked and watching police officer who catches me crossing over the center line.
I couldn't even see the numbers on the speedometer, my vision is that bad.
But then came liberation. Liberation. I felt it from my hands, as they held the wheel, to my feet, near the pedals.
Because I knew where I was going. And I trusted myself, and I trusted what is bigger than me. I trusted the moment. It came to me that nothing bad was going to happen.
Actually, something good happened.
I gave up control.
And that gave me a great peace, just driving in the dark.
It was getting to be evening. Eight-thirty or nine or so, I don't much remember, because time wasn't on my mind.
What I do remember is that I was nestled in dark, driving on a two-lane country highway. It was a straight stretch, nothing curvy or hilly or difficult to navigate. No cars around.
Which was why I followed the impulse and took my glasses off.
The road blurred; I could see only that it was illuminated by my headlights.
First there was discomfort. This isn't what good, safe drivers do. This doesn't keep me aware, ready for one of those populous deer, or some other animal, or a parked and watching police officer who catches me crossing over the center line.
I couldn't even see the numbers on the speedometer, my vision is that bad.
But then came liberation. Liberation. I felt it from my hands, as they held the wheel, to my feet, near the pedals.
Because I knew where I was going. And I trusted myself, and I trusted what is bigger than me. I trusted the moment. It came to me that nothing bad was going to happen.
Actually, something good happened.
I gave up control.
And that gave me a great peace, just driving in the dark.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
But the point is to live.
The Myth of Sisyphus
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I want to live how my heart and soul are happiest, I think that's the point.
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I want to live honestly and authentically.
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I want to be fully aware of myself, but more aware of others.
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I want to mind my path, but be open to detour.
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I want to be moral, but not innocent.
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I want to freely give, without being frivolous.
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I want.
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I need.
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But, whatever, the point is to live.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Writing on Thursday
I write a column for the Children's Miracle Network of Greater Kansas City newsletter. This is what appears in the October issue.
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“In everything give thanks.”
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I’ve a blue and rustic wooden sign emblazoned with those words. In everything, it says.
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We give thanks for the good of life, don’t we? The things that bring us joy. For what we want and have attained, for things that make us look and feel great. For doing well. For that which makes us laugh, what makes our hearts love, our spirits grow.
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But give thanks for adversity? For disappointment? For sickness, loss, fear, heartache?
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Well, yes. We should. Because it’s the adversity that makes us stronger. Disappointment pushes us forward. Loss leads to cherished memories. Heartache redirects to healing, and loving again.
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It’s all of what makes us who we are.
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We should be thankful for everything.
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I stand by these words, even with the gamut of emotion and change in my life the last couple years.
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I am thankful.
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Are you?
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“In everything give thanks.”
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I’ve a blue and rustic wooden sign emblazoned with those words. In everything, it says.
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We give thanks for the good of life, don’t we? The things that bring us joy. For what we want and have attained, for things that make us look and feel great. For doing well. For that which makes us laugh, what makes our hearts love, our spirits grow.
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But give thanks for adversity? For disappointment? For sickness, loss, fear, heartache?
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Well, yes. We should. Because it’s the adversity that makes us stronger. Disappointment pushes us forward. Loss leads to cherished memories. Heartache redirects to healing, and loving again.
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It’s all of what makes us who we are.
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We should be thankful for everything.
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I stand by these words, even with the gamut of emotion and change in my life the last couple years.
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I am thankful.
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Are you?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Wanted
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Newly divorced mom, writer, daughter, sister, friend
seeks reflection, determination, small bits of courage,
acceptance of life (and years) past,
willingness for the future,
relaxed expectations, self-confidence,
good intention, creation, growth of spirit, fun,
understanding, love,
peace,
and happiness.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Writing on Thursday
I need to take some time off from Something She Wrote. A month to start, maybe.
Thanks for understanding.
Be good, be well.
Thanks for understanding.
Be good, be well.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
You know what's real about life? Its unpredictability. The ins and outs, the surprises. The way we expect or want one thing and end up with its opposite.
But you know what else? Even in its unpredictability, life (and all its parts) means something significant.
These day-to-day things we go through, the good and bad, the comfortable and unsettling, it all works together to create a larger plan. We can't know it, that plan, but we have to trust it. We have to believe in it. To do anything else would be unproductive. To do anything else would give disappointment too much power.
So we hold our heads up and we live life.
And that's all I've got today.
But you know what else? Even in its unpredictability, life (and all its parts) means something significant.
These day-to-day things we go through, the good and bad, the comfortable and unsettling, it all works together to create a larger plan. We can't know it, that plan, but we have to trust it. We have to believe in it. To do anything else would be unproductive. To do anything else would give disappointment too much power.
So we hold our heads up and we live life.
And that's all I've got today.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Writing on Thursday
Whatcha Readin'
I got tired of serious fiction.
I'd been reading too much of the literary fiction, and yes, women's fiction, and I needed a break. So I read a cute little (very thick) political romantic comedy from Kristin Gore. (Al Gore's daughter is seriously smart and seriously witty.) I liked it quite a bit, even if I couldn't get too enthralled in the White House details.
Now I'm reading the Stephanie Plum series from Janet Evanovich. It's about time, really. And I'm loving the books.
Evanovich is so cool. She's smart and hilarious, her stories are fast-paced, and she really knows how to draw you in. Her characters rock. They're relatable and LOL entertaining, even if the predicaments we find them in are pretty unlikely heaped on top of more unlikely. Tension is great, the suspense, all of it.
Have you read any of the Plum series? Who are your favorite characters?
If you're a writer, have you read Evanovich's book on the craft, HOW I WRITE? I read it last year, and it's a good companion to all the standards, ON WRITING and BIRD BY BIRD, etc., (just with a different flavor). Check it out if you haven't.
Tell me, what are you reading these days?
I got tired of serious fiction.
I'd been reading too much of the literary fiction, and yes, women's fiction, and I needed a break. So I read a cute little (very thick) political romantic comedy from Kristin Gore. (Al Gore's daughter is seriously smart and seriously witty.) I liked it quite a bit, even if I couldn't get too enthralled in the White House details.
Now I'm reading the Stephanie Plum series from Janet Evanovich. It's about time, really. And I'm loving the books.
Evanovich is so cool. She's smart and hilarious, her stories are fast-paced, and she really knows how to draw you in. Her characters rock. They're relatable and LOL entertaining, even if the predicaments we find them in are pretty unlikely heaped on top of more unlikely. Tension is great, the suspense, all of it.
Have you read any of the Plum series? Who are your favorite characters?
If you're a writer, have you read Evanovich's book on the craft, HOW I WRITE? I read it last year, and it's a good companion to all the standards, ON WRITING and BIRD BY BIRD, etc., (just with a different flavor). Check it out if you haven't.
Tell me, what are you reading these days?
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Open Letter
To Whom It May Concern,
I am tired.
I’m tired of the lip. I’m tired of the emotional immaturity, and of the arrogance. I’m tired of shouldering all the blame when very little of it is mine.
I’m nearly tired of holding it all in.
It could be that someday I’ll let it out. I mean largely let it out, to everyone around, not just my selected few. I could tell the truth. Explain to them the you you really are, instead of the you you want them to see.
For now I'm bigger than that. I am.
It's just I had to say this here, because I’m tired. And you know I think things out. I write them out. And I keep it real.
Are you keeping it real?
Signed,
me
Today's comments have been disabled.
To Whom It May Concern,
I am tired.
I’m tired of the lip. I’m tired of the emotional immaturity, and of the arrogance. I’m tired of shouldering all the blame when very little of it is mine.
I’m nearly tired of holding it all in.
It could be that someday I’ll let it out. I mean largely let it out, to everyone around, not just my selected few. I could tell the truth. Explain to them the you you really are, instead of the you you want them to see.
For now I'm bigger than that. I am.
It's just I had to say this here, because I’m tired. And you know I think things out. I write them out. And I keep it real.
Are you keeping it real?
Signed,
me
Today's comments have been disabled.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
It's the Climb
I know it's cheating, borrowing someone else's words. But these are so apropos. I want you to read them and pretend they're from me today. (Full credit given below.)
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, cause
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep the faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa...
THE CLIMB lyrics by Jessi Alexander and Jon Mabe, performed by Miley Cyrus.
I know it's cheating, borrowing someone else's words. But these are so apropos. I want you to read them and pretend they're from me today. (Full credit given below.)
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, cause
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep the faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa...
THE CLIMB lyrics by Jessi Alexander and Jon Mabe, performed by Miley Cyrus.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a hidden meaning behind all events, and this hidden meaning is serving your own evolution.
Deepak Chopra
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
You Are Here
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Here is a moment. Right now. Today.
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Do you recognize all it has to offer?
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Sometimes I blow right by them, the moments. Sometimes I get so caught up in what will happen tomorrow, or next week, or in what I want by next month, or year, that I forget to focus on today. I lose my right now. I overlook the little things, the simple joy of being in an instant.
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I don't want it to be that way. I want to focus on my right now. I want to experience my here.
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I'm learning.
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I'm going to mind the moments.
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Are you?
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Do you recognize all it has to offer?
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Sometimes I blow right by them, the moments. Sometimes I get so caught up in what will happen tomorrow, or next week, or in what I want by next month, or year, that I forget to focus on today. I lose my right now. I overlook the little things, the simple joy of being in an instant.
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I don't want it to be that way. I want to focus on my right now. I want to experience my here.
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I'm learning.
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I'm going to mind the moments.
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Are you?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
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Inspire me.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Writing on Thursday
Inspired
repost - originally posted in February of 2010
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I am inspired by:
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*simplicity
*beauty
*revulsion, because still, there is beauty
*God
*love
*the heart of a child
*my own frustration
*support from others
*merely a word
*visual prompts
*color, or lack thereof
*warmth, or none
*expectation
*a dream
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and so much more.
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By what are you inspired?
repost - originally posted in February of 2010
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I am inspired by:
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*complexities
*layers
*a song
*motion pictures
*fiction, good or not
*others' success, ideas*beauty
*revulsion, because still, there is beauty
*God
*love
*the heart of a child
*my own frustration
*support from others
*merely a word
*visual prompts
*color, or lack thereof
*warmth, or none
*expectation
*a dream
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and so much more.
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By what are you inspired?
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
The Latest
Last week we filed for the divorce.
I was going to write a little poem to tell you, nothing cutesy or too full of syntax, but a spruced up announcement, at the least. I've discovered the sprucing up isn't possible, though, when I so wanted it to be.
Because it is what it is. So many have been saying that phrase to me of late. It is what it is. What does that mean?
It means it's real. My divorce. And his divorce. No turning back.
I know a lot of people don't understand the decision, which was mine. There are so many to whom it came as surprise. Family, I know you're out there, still wondering. But I can't help that. It's true, no one knows the truth of a relationship but for the two in it. It may not be for you to understand. It is not my place here and now to enlighten you. And besides, I can't lose myself to trying to make people understand. I'm sorry.
And I'm going to say it again.
It is what it is.
It is what will be.
Last week we filed for the divorce.
I was going to write a little poem to tell you, nothing cutesy or too full of syntax, but a spruced up announcement, at the least. I've discovered the sprucing up isn't possible, though, when I so wanted it to be.
Because it is what it is. So many have been saying that phrase to me of late. It is what it is. What does that mean?
It means it's real. My divorce. And his divorce. No turning back.
I know a lot of people don't understand the decision, which was mine. There are so many to whom it came as surprise. Family, I know you're out there, still wondering. But I can't help that. It's true, no one knows the truth of a relationship but for the two in it. It may not be for you to understand. It is not my place here and now to enlighten you. And besides, I can't lose myself to trying to make people understand. I'm sorry.
And I'm going to say it again.
It is what it is.
It is what will be.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
God dwells within you, as you.
Hindu belief, as shared
by Elizabeth Gilbert in EAT, PRAY, LOVE
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Writing on Thursday
True Dat
Someone said to me last week, "Don't let all the bullsh!t keep you from writing."
And I think that says it all.
Someone said to me last week, "Don't let all the bullsh!t keep you from writing."
And I think that says it all.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
She of the Ermas: Celebrating Stacey Graham!
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If you've been around Something She Wrote for long, you've seen me talk about (and have maybe seen my posts at) the humor blog, An Army of Ermas.
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Today we Ermas are honoring our creator, editor and all-around bossgirl, Stacey Graham. Because she rocks! Our Army wouldn't be the success it is if it weren't for her loyalty and hard work.
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This gal is crazy-busy, multi-talented, and a whole lot of writerly awesome. She's a super mom, writes humor, loves Erma Bombeck (duh) and Austen, and she digs zombies and wee ghosties, who infiltrate many of her projects.
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For a more personal note, and to keep it real, I have to say that I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for Stacey. We connected on MySpace (eons ago!) when I was just getting my true, serious start as a writer, trying to find my way and forge a path. She did the whole taking-under-the-wing thing, and guided me to the writers' forum Absolute Write. From there I grew and learned, began networking, started a foundation, and made some of the strongest bonds ever, with so many writers. All because of Stacey! And I know she's done just as much to help others, because that's the kind of person she is.
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Stacey, we love you! Many thanks and best to you always, dear friend. You deserve every happiness.
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Today we Ermas are honoring our creator, editor and all-around bossgirl, Stacey Graham. Because she rocks! Our Army wouldn't be the success it is if it weren't for her loyalty and hard work.
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This gal is crazy-busy, multi-talented, and a whole lot of writerly awesome. She's a super mom, writes humor, loves Erma Bombeck (duh) and Austen, and she digs zombies and wee ghosties, who infiltrate many of her projects.
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What's more fantastic? This lady has signed multiple book contracts in the last few months, and she is poised for the success she so well deserves.
Coming soon: GIRLS' GHOST HUNTING GUIDE (Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, May 2012), ZOMBIE TAROT (Quirk, Spring 2012), and BAD AUSTEN (Adams Media, November 2011). Yay!
Coming soon: GIRLS' GHOST HUNTING GUIDE (Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, May 2012), ZOMBIE TAROT (Quirk, Spring 2012), and BAD AUSTEN (Adams Media, November 2011). Yay!`
You can visit her site here, and learn so much more about her wide reach in the written world. Please go say hello! Tell her an Erma sent you.
`You can visit her site here, and learn so much more about her wide reach in the written world. Please go say hello! Tell her an Erma sent you.
For a more personal note, and to keep it real, I have to say that I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for Stacey. We connected on MySpace (eons ago!) when I was just getting my true, serious start as a writer, trying to find my way and forge a path. She did the whole taking-under-the-wing thing, and guided me to the writers' forum Absolute Write. From there I grew and learned, began networking, started a foundation, and made some of the strongest bonds ever, with so many writers. All because of Stacey! And I know she's done just as much to help others, because that's the kind of person she is.
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Stacey, we love you! Many thanks and best to you always, dear friend. You deserve every happiness.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
The spiritual life is not just an interesting religious idea, or a hoped-for berth in heaven. The spiritual life has earthly dimension--it is life that you can taste, and smell, and touch, and see, and hear. It is reality.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Writing on Thursday
Blogger: RAWR!
Friends, I have been floating around and reading blogs and trying to catch up with you all. Commenting, though, is proving muy difficult. This frustrates me, because I like to leave a note and let you know I've been by. This frustrates me, because it ruins my mood for visiting in blogland.
Blogger is not remembering my ID. It wants me to sign in each time I try to post a comment. But I do, and then still, it insists I'm "anonymous." Just when I think, Okay, I'll post this way and clarify who I am within the comment, I am asked to sign in again. It is a vicious, vicious circle, and my comments won't publish.
I guess all this to say I'm still here, I'm still out and about, so know that I visit and I read, even if I can't always let you know I've done so.
Is anyone else having issues like this? Any ideas how to fix the whole deal?
MY TIP TO BLOGGERS: Place your e-mail address somewhere on the main page of your blog. Readers need a way to reach you should there be trouble with the commenting system.
Friends, I have been floating around and reading blogs and trying to catch up with you all. Commenting, though, is proving muy difficult. This frustrates me, because I like to leave a note and let you know I've been by. This frustrates me, because it ruins my mood for visiting in blogland.
Blogger is not remembering my ID. It wants me to sign in each time I try to post a comment. But I do, and then still, it insists I'm "anonymous." Just when I think, Okay, I'll post this way and clarify who I am within the comment, I am asked to sign in again. It is a vicious, vicious circle, and my comments won't publish.
I guess all this to say I'm still here, I'm still out and about, so know that I visit and I read, even if I can't always let you know I've done so.
Is anyone else having issues like this? Any ideas how to fix the whole deal?
MY TIP TO BLOGGERS: Place your e-mail address somewhere on the main page of your blog. Readers need a way to reach you should there be trouble with the commenting system.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
About Mean People
I have many good people in my life. So many. I can't even count. They're online, and also in real-life, a true, authentic support team of friends and family.
These people lift me up. They see my worth. I am enough just this way that I am. Because of who I am.
And so the things they say and the things they think and do will hold more weight with me than what comes to me from others.
This means there is no room in my life--especially right now, but from here on out--for those who will talk about me with no truth in their mouths. For those who will judge my character. For those who will take advantage of a woman's feelings or vulnerability, and make like they're sincere when they're anything but.
This is me saying, How dare you?
And this is me saying, Shame on you.
This is me saying, I will not give control over my feelings to those who don't deserve it.
Capiche?
I thought so.
I have many good people in my life. So many. I can't even count. They're online, and also in real-life, a true, authentic support team of friends and family.
These people lift me up. They see my worth. I am enough just this way that I am. Because of who I am.
And so the things they say and the things they think and do will hold more weight with me than what comes to me from others.
This means there is no room in my life--especially right now, but from here on out--for those who will talk about me with no truth in their mouths. For those who will judge my character. For those who will take advantage of a woman's feelings or vulnerability, and make like they're sincere when they're anything but.
This is me saying, How dare you?
And this is me saying, Shame on you.
This is me saying, I will not give control over my feelings to those who don't deserve it.
Capiche?
I thought so.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
From a short story, a sweet romantic adventure called THE OFFSHORE PIRATE, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (written in 1920):
And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life--not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living. A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.
And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life--not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living. A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Writing on Thursday
Three Lives
(a repost: originally appeared in November of 2009)
It occurred to me with certain clarity this week that I live three lives. Three. All from this one body.
They're separate, but pieces of them overlap. Each is carried out by real parts of me.
Life in the Flesh
I am living, breathing, my body holds a spirit. I primp and present my physical self, nourish my person without regularly exercising it, drive an automatic SUV, read aloud, sing aloud, stir breakfast--and sometimes dinner--with my favorite wooden spatula, lose myself to folding laundry, loathe putting it away. I wince when the phone rings, but love to give hugs. My mind wanders while I'm in church, and I mutter ridiculous things to the family dog. I find solace and happiness and frustation and doubt in the act of writing, can't get enough kisses from my daughters, am never sated. This is real life. The one I've lived for thirty-[two] years, with emotion and experience and depth. Real time. Tangible existence.
Virtual Life
I am a presence. With pictures, sometimes, but most often with words. My thoughts and essence are on display, whether through blog posts or online statuses. I give of myself through a filter, the filter of this internet that is not my physical location, just designed representation. It's me, too, but with time delay. With edits. Smooth, composed. Confident. I banter, I share, I feel, I learn and love. Virtually.
Life through Fiction
I am what my mind creates. My characters are extensions of me, their stories fill me. New experiences, lived vicariously. Papered emotions, felt as if real and raw. People as real to me as the Postmaster, my daughters' teachers, the person driving behind me, my best friend's mother, because they are real, in some other place, even if only by manuscript or in Word document. Entirely made up, but true, honest at the same time. I exist so that they can exist. And because they exist.
These three Jannas, they feel individual, so different, so distinct. But I reconcile one with the others. Aren't I all of them? My three lives. Defining one existence.
What about yours?
(a repost: originally appeared in November of 2009)
It occurred to me with certain clarity this week that I live three lives. Three. All from this one body.
They're separate, but pieces of them overlap. Each is carried out by real parts of me.
Life in the Flesh
I am living, breathing, my body holds a spirit. I primp and present my physical self, nourish my person without regularly exercising it, drive an automatic SUV, read aloud, sing aloud, stir breakfast--and sometimes dinner--with my favorite wooden spatula, lose myself to folding laundry, loathe putting it away. I wince when the phone rings, but love to give hugs. My mind wanders while I'm in church, and I mutter ridiculous things to the family dog. I find solace and happiness and frustation and doubt in the act of writing, can't get enough kisses from my daughters, am never sated. This is real life. The one I've lived for thirty-[two] years, with emotion and experience and depth. Real time. Tangible existence.
Virtual Life
I am a presence. With pictures, sometimes, but most often with words. My thoughts and essence are on display, whether through blog posts or online statuses. I give of myself through a filter, the filter of this internet that is not my physical location, just designed representation. It's me, too, but with time delay. With edits. Smooth, composed. Confident. I banter, I share, I feel, I learn and love. Virtually.
Life through Fiction
I am what my mind creates. My characters are extensions of me, their stories fill me. New experiences, lived vicariously. Papered emotions, felt as if real and raw. People as real to me as the Postmaster, my daughters' teachers, the person driving behind me, my best friend's mother, because they are real, in some other place, even if only by manuscript or in Word document. Entirely made up, but true, honest at the same time. I exist so that they can exist. And because they exist.
These three Jannas, they feel individual, so different, so distinct. But I reconcile one with the others. Aren't I all of them? My three lives. Defining one existence.
What about yours?
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Independence
It means everything falls to me now.
If the sink has the dastardly nerve to leak, I figure out if it's something easily fixable, or whether a professional (ie. apartment maintenance) needs to be notified.
It's my job to keep up on my car's fluids. And not to forget to check tire pressure. Wash the whole thing, too.
Money? It's what I earn, and only what I earn.
There is no one else to make business-type phone calls. (And I hate making business-type phone calls.)
The hanging of pictures and wall things falls to me, even though I'm not good with measuring and centering and leveling. (I am quite good with a hammer and various tools, though, I'll give me that.)
When I end up with 1-ply toilet paper (dangitall), I have no one to blame but myself.
And lots of little things I'm learning about living on my own.
But. But.
Independence means I'm learning how to take charge.
Make decisions.
Grow up.
I'm learning it's okay to go with my first instinct, no second-guessing, because it is whatever I want, and right now a lot is all about me.
I can listen to the radio, and, when my kids are with their dad, sing the unedited versions of the songs, if I want.
I can have chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Or a toasted turkey sandwich. And make whatever it is that sounds good to not-picky-me for dinner. It's totally my call.
I can stay up until 1 AM, first watching a movie (KILLERS with Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl is adorable), and then reading a book that makes me cry like an eediot.
I can rebel and not brush my teeth, because I'm a free-thinking grown-up. (Even if I decide to do it anyway, because I do like having a clean and pretty mouth.)
I can come and go as I please. Lollygag. Walk around naked. Leave dirty dishes in the sink. Because there is no one to answer to but me.
Independence means lots of little things I'm learning about living on my own.
It means everything falls to me now.
If the sink has the dastardly nerve to leak, I figure out if it's something easily fixable, or whether a professional (ie. apartment maintenance) needs to be notified.
It's my job to keep up on my car's fluids. And not to forget to check tire pressure. Wash the whole thing, too.
Money? It's what I earn, and only what I earn.
There is no one else to make business-type phone calls. (And I hate making business-type phone calls.)
The hanging of pictures and wall things falls to me, even though I'm not good with measuring and centering and leveling. (I am quite good with a hammer and various tools, though, I'll give me that.)
When I end up with 1-ply toilet paper (dangitall), I have no one to blame but myself.
And lots of little things I'm learning about living on my own.
But. But.
Independence means I'm learning how to take charge.
Make decisions.
Grow up.
I'm learning it's okay to go with my first instinct, no second-guessing, because it is whatever I want, and right now a lot is all about me.
I can listen to the radio, and, when my kids are with their dad, sing the unedited versions of the songs, if I want.
I can have chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Or a toasted turkey sandwich. And make whatever it is that sounds good to not-picky-me for dinner. It's totally my call.
I can stay up until 1 AM, first watching a movie (KILLERS with Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl is adorable), and then reading a book that makes me cry like an eediot.
I can rebel and not brush my teeth, because I'm a free-thinking grown-up. (Even if I decide to do it anyway, because I do like having a clean and pretty mouth.)
I can come and go as I please. Lollygag. Walk around naked. Leave dirty dishes in the sink. Because there is no one to answer to but me.
Independence means lots of little things I'm learning about living on my own.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
LIVE your dream
show COMPASSION
CREATE your own happiness
follow your HEART
ENJOY the little things
LAUGH out loud
be your BEST self
CHERISH every moment
DREAM big
EMBRACE every possibility
DISCOVER your passion
BELIEVE in miracles
CREATE peace
make a WISH
be SPONTANEOUS
REMEMBER to breathe
SING in the rain
fall in LOVE
TODAY is the day
anonymous, from a wall hanging I got last week. it hangs prominently in my dining room
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Writing on Thursday
A Book Review
Lisa Tucker's THE WINTERS IN BLOOM
Lisa Tucker's THE WINTERS IN BLOOM
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Everyone has a secret, but can they keep it?
Oh, no they can't...``````````Maroon 5, Secret
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Thus is the crux behind Tucker's latest novel, her sixth.
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David and Kyra Winter are happily married. Life and work and parenthood are all they've ever hoped for. In their son, Michael, they have everything they need.
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But then Michael disappears from their backyard, and they are forced to recall their pasts, from before they knew each other. Somehow, this tragic circumstance will be traced to that secret of David's. Or maybe that secret of Kyra's.
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THE WINTERS IN BLOOM, through comfortable and beautiful writing, asks these questions: How protective can a parent be? How much do our personal histories play into the way we relate? And does the past ever stay in the past?
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So who is responsible for Michael's kidnapping? And on whom does the blame fall?
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So who is responsible for Michael's kidnapping? And on whom does the blame fall?
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Read THE WINTERS IN BLOOM to find out...
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You can learn more about Lisa Tucker, this and her other books, by visiting her website.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Writing on Thursday
The Way It Happens to Be
It's moving, the way life echoes art. And the way art echoes life.
As I was in the shower this morning, thinking about the stuttered place my current novel-in-progress is at, it occured to me how similar my life, right now, is to the one my protagonist is living.
Doesn't mean I'm writing about me. Doesn't mean I'm trying to live like her. It's just there are parallels. Commonalities. Ways in which I relate to her very deeply.
I'm sure my sub-conscious has played a large role in this. Credit must, I'm sure, be given to all those quiet inspirations and implied emotions. It's because she, and her story, are borne of me, and the things I experience, the world in which I live.
If I'm lucky, this realization will help me ease back to it, and enhance the writing. If I'm lucky, it will be cathartic for my soul.
I think it's just the way the world of creativity works.
What do you think?
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If you missed my announcement on Tuesday, click over to see the news... It's easier than having to repeat myself.
And next Thursday I'll be posting a book review for Lisa Tucker's newest novel, THE WINTERS IN BLOOM. Be sure to come back!
Also, thanks again, so much, for all your support. I really do know the best and most loving people.
It's moving, the way life echoes art. And the way art echoes life.
As I was in the shower this morning, thinking about the stuttered place my current novel-in-progress is at, it occured to me how similar my life, right now, is to the one my protagonist is living.
Doesn't mean I'm writing about me. Doesn't mean I'm trying to live like her. It's just there are parallels. Commonalities. Ways in which I relate to her very deeply.
I'm sure my sub-conscious has played a large role in this. Credit must, I'm sure, be given to all those quiet inspirations and implied emotions. It's because she, and her story, are borne of me, and the things I experience, the world in which I live.
If I'm lucky, this realization will help me ease back to it, and enhance the writing. If I'm lucky, it will be cathartic for my soul.
I think it's just the way the world of creativity works.
What do you think?
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If you missed my announcement on Tuesday, click over to see the news... It's easier than having to repeat myself.
And next Thursday I'll be posting a book review for Lisa Tucker's newest novel, THE WINTERS IN BLOOM. Be sure to come back!
Also, thanks again, so much, for all your support. I really do know the best and most loving people.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
And Now We Transition
"Our mom and dad are getting a divorce," said my five-year-old daughter. She conveyed no emotion in that moment, it was a simple fact to her mind, one she had grown accustomed to, and she was stating it for whomever would listen.
It is a fact.
And there is emotion, for all four of us, and others.
But this is what's happening, friends. It's the big change I've hinted at.
This particular post is not right for the personal details, just the announcement that my husband and I are splitting up.
I've already moved out. I am starting new. I am at peace. I will tell you what I've been telling some of my closest family and friends, which is that I have been prayerful and mindful, and this is the path that has been laid for me.
It's the reason (really, a culmination with others) for my refocus. It's the reason I haven't been able to read and write in weeks. It's why I've withdrawn, been lacking when it comes to visiting you and reading your work and chatting through our social networking connections.
But I am in a good place now, as I transition. As we all transition.
I'd like to ask for your quiet respect and continued support.
Thanks to each of you for the place you fill in my life.
"Our mom and dad are getting a divorce," said my five-year-old daughter. She conveyed no emotion in that moment, it was a simple fact to her mind, one she had grown accustomed to, and she was stating it for whomever would listen.
It is a fact.
And there is emotion, for all four of us, and others.
But this is what's happening, friends. It's the big change I've hinted at.
This particular post is not right for the personal details, just the announcement that my husband and I are splitting up.
I've already moved out. I am starting new. I am at peace. I will tell you what I've been telling some of my closest family and friends, which is that I have been prayerful and mindful, and this is the path that has been laid for me.
It's the reason (really, a culmination with others) for my refocus. It's the reason I haven't been able to read and write in weeks. It's why I've withdrawn, been lacking when it comes to visiting you and reading your work and chatting through our social networking connections.
But I am in a good place now, as I transition. As we all transition.
I'd like to ask for your quiet respect and continued support.
Thanks to each of you for the place you fill in my life.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why--really know--it will come...
Alice Sebold, THE LOVELY BONES
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Writing on Thursday
All My Secrets
I need another story.
Something to get off my chest.
My life gets kind of boring.
Need something that I can confess.
'Til all my sleeves I've stained red*
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly, I swear...
...I'm gonna give all my secrets away.
These lyrics from OneRepublic's song All My Secrets inspire my writing. Because when it comes to writing the stuff of my own life, or when it comes to writing fiction about another's, I want to lay it all out. Hold back nothing. Share the truth in life, what makes us redeemable, fallible, relatable, and what rawly defines our human condition.
Did you ever feel the freedom of showing your vulnerability?
That's the root behind this new feature system here at Something She Wrote. Keep It Real Tuesday, Writing on Thursday, and Inspire Me Sunday are because of this, because I want to open up. It's what you respond to most, after all. And, it's me being me.
I appreciate your patience as I aim this new direction. And as I build to this announcement I've sort of planted but merely circled around thus far. My life is changing, and I want more than anything to be honest about it... Soon you'll read it directly, and soon I'll share so many more bits with you.
Maybe not all my secrets, but you'll get secrets nonetheless.
*I interpret this line as a reference to the understanding, known to many, that to write you need only open a vein and bleed on the page. And I love it.
I need another story.
Something to get off my chest.
My life gets kind of boring.
Need something that I can confess.
'Til all my sleeves I've stained red*
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly, I swear...
...I'm gonna give all my secrets away.
These lyrics from OneRepublic's song All My Secrets inspire my writing. Because when it comes to writing the stuff of my own life, or when it comes to writing fiction about another's, I want to lay it all out. Hold back nothing. Share the truth in life, what makes us redeemable, fallible, relatable, and what rawly defines our human condition.
Did you ever feel the freedom of showing your vulnerability?
That's the root behind this new feature system here at Something She Wrote. Keep It Real Tuesday, Writing on Thursday, and Inspire Me Sunday are because of this, because I want to open up. It's what you respond to most, after all. And, it's me being me.
I appreciate your patience as I aim this new direction. And as I build to this announcement I've sort of planted but merely circled around thus far. My life is changing, and I want more than anything to be honest about it... Soon you'll read it directly, and soon I'll share so many more bits with you.
Maybe not all my secrets, but you'll get secrets nonetheless.
*I interpret this line as a reference to the understanding, known to many, that to write you need only open a vein and bleed on the page. And I love it.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
That Thing Inside a Chest
A heart can break so easily.
At least, I know it's true for me. For my heart.
Harsh words, or the absence of kind ones. Disrespect. Not being understood, or appreciated. Seeing others hurt. Losing a connection, or losing a loved one's life.
I feel things with such intensity. It can really be a pain in the --- sometimes, this emotional heft. Sometimes it pulls me so low. It keeps me thinking too long and too deep, and it can seem an impossible thing to pull up and out.
But. But.
There is always a bright side, a good side, a better one. I have learned this lesson.
Because there is positive emotion to grasp hold of, even if it's just beyond immediate reach. Hope and peace. Love, if not just the promise of love.
There is good intention, and an Ultimate Plan.
There are kind words, and there is respect. There are people who understand. There are memories, and new decisions, and there's strength and purpose.
I have learned this lesson.
My heart always comes back around.
A heart can break so easily.
At least, I know it's true for me. For my heart.
Harsh words, or the absence of kind ones. Disrespect. Not being understood, or appreciated. Seeing others hurt. Losing a connection, or losing a loved one's life.
I feel things with such intensity. It can really be a pain in the --- sometimes, this emotional heft. Sometimes it pulls me so low. It keeps me thinking too long and too deep, and it can seem an impossible thing to pull up and out.
But. But.
There is always a bright side, a good side, a better one. I have learned this lesson.
Because there is positive emotion to grasp hold of, even if it's just beyond immediate reach. Hope and peace. Love, if not just the promise of love.
There is good intention, and an Ultimate Plan.
There are kind words, and there is respect. There are people who understand. There are memories, and new decisions, and there's strength and purpose.
I have learned this lesson.
My heart always comes back around.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Inspire Me Sunday
Truth and a Right Choice
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"There comes a time in the spiritual journey when you start making choices from a very different place. And if a choice lines up so that it supports truth, health, happiness, wisdom and love, it’s the right choice."
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"There comes a time in the spiritual journey when you start making choices from a very different place. And if a choice lines up so that it supports truth, health, happiness, wisdom and love, it’s the right choice."
- Angeles Arrien, anthropologist
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This quote, so well said, could have been whispered from my own heart.
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Can you relate to its sentiment?
Can you relate to its sentiment?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Writing on Thursday
It's Not Always Easy
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Maybe it's not something I should admit to, this fact that I can pull entirely away from my writing.
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It's just that life happens so heavily at times, and how can I devote myself to fiction when reality is so big and in-my-face significant?
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It happened that way last year when my dad was diagnosed with stage IV bone cancer. When we were first reeling from the prognosis, and watching through his (short-lived) treatments, and then struggling through the two-month decline before he passed away. Two months, that was all we had him after the doctor told us that day, because he'd already had multiple sclerosis for twenty years, and his body didn't have a chance.
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Maybe it's not something I should admit to, this fact that I can pull entirely away from my writing.
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It's just that life happens so heavily at times, and how can I devote myself to fiction when reality is so big and in-my-face significant?
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It happened that way last year when my dad was diagnosed with stage IV bone cancer. When we were first reeling from the prognosis, and watching through his (short-lived) treatments, and then struggling through the two-month decline before he passed away. Two months, that was all we had him after the doctor told us that day, because he'd already had multiple sclerosis for twenty years, and his body didn't have a chance.
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Writing did not come easy for me then.
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Sometimes we hear of those writers who are driven by problems and hurt and they throw themselves into their work, making it richer and deeper and better. I only wish I were that kind of writer.
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My writing has been suffering again of late, because more big life is happening. In the way life happens, I suppose.
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...I'll be telling you about it soon, in an upcoming Keep It Real Tuesday post...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Keep It Real Tuesday
Finding Outside
I've never been an outdoorsy girl. Because you can't control the air out there. There's the brightness and heat of the sun. And bugs. Bugs! Especially spiders. Ew. And there's never anything to do, I was always so sure.
I didn't suspect all my thoughts about it would change with this job I took recently.
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I've never been an outdoorsy girl. Because you can't control the air out there. There's the brightness and heat of the sun. And bugs. Bugs! Especially spiders. Ew. And there's never anything to do, I was always so sure.
I didn't suspect all my thoughts about it would change with this job I took recently.
Remember I mentioned it back in the spring? I couldn't say much then, but I'll say more now.
I'm an odor monitor for a local study. I won't get into the science of it, but basically our team gathers certain types of data, with our noses and various instruments, to be used as seen fit by whomever in the future.
And we sit. We sit a lot. In the sun, in the rain, in the wind, in the heat. In the outdoors. It is our job.
I've come to like it. A whole bunch. The warmth of the sun, the feel of the breezes. I like to stand strong, whatever the element. I like the smell of rain, the sounds of the birds. I've a favorite, even: The Eastern Meadowlark. Such a beautiful song. And my least favorite, a killdeer. I love how they protect their eggs, but they're loud and paranoid and naggy.
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And it turns out there's lots to do outside. The peace of it is so nice.`
If I'm not visiting with my co-workers, I'm reading. Or writing. Or even just sitting, being. I love to sit and think. To contemplate my depths, who it is I am, and what it is I need in this life. What I have to offer.
It turns out that, in finding the outdoors, I've begun finding me. And it's proving to be a significant experience.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Change is Coming to SSW
Clearer focus, truer themes. Better content.
Keep It Real Tuesdays will be personal. What's going on in life? What are my struggles and experiences? What vulnerabilities (and strengths) can I show? And through what can we relate? Live this human condition with me.
Writing on Thursdays will be dedicated to the craft, and will include posts about projects and works-in-progress, author features, book reviews, successes and failures, and all that writerly jazz.
Inspire Me Sundays will have thought-stirring quotes, simple motivations, and inspiring sentiments. Let's consider who we are, what we're doing in this place, and where we want to go.
It all starts here tomorrow.
Keep It Real Tuesdays will be personal. What's going on in life? What are my struggles and experiences? What vulnerabilities (and strengths) can I show? And through what can we relate? Live this human condition with me.
Writing on Thursdays will be dedicated to the craft, and will include posts about projects and works-in-progress, author features, book reviews, successes and failures, and all that writerly jazz.
Inspire Me Sundays will have thought-stirring quotes, simple motivations, and inspiring sentiments. Let's consider who we are, what we're doing in this place, and where we want to go.
It all starts here tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
5 Easy Questions
Friend and fellow writer, fabulous snacker (she likes M&M's!) and fantastic mom Jill Kemerer, has interviewed me for her Wednesday series, 5 Easy Questions. To read the Q&A visit her blog, and leave a comment here or there. I so appreciate her having me!
And while you're visiting Jill, who writes sweet, emotional, sparkling inspirational romance novels, and is represented by Rachel Kent of Books & Such Literary Agency, be sure to peruse her sidebar chock-full of helpful tidbits for writers (and readers).
And while you're visiting Jill, who writes sweet, emotional, sparkling inspirational romance novels, and is represented by Rachel Kent of Books & Such Literary Agency, be sure to peruse her sidebar chock-full of helpful tidbits for writers (and readers).
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Lemons
That old saying goes, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade."
I don't like lemonade, actually.
So I'm going to slice that lemon up into real fine slivers, and drop them into a glass of iced tea, slightly sweetened.
That's how I do what's best for me, not what is expected.
Dealing with some lemons of life right now, but everything's going to turn out alright.
I don't like lemonade, actually.
So I'm going to slice that lemon up into real fine slivers, and drop them into a glass of iced tea, slightly sweetened.
That's how I do what's best for me, not what is expected.
Dealing with some lemons of life right now, but everything's going to turn out alright.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I Thought You Should Know...
There's a pretty awesome new blog, thought up and maintained by my friend Amy Nathan, for writers and readers of women's fiction. It is aptly named Women's Fiction Writers, and on it Amy talks about struggles in the craft, offers encouragement we all need, and features interviews with big hitters, which (so far) include Cathy Lamb (who is listed in my sidebar here) and, yes, THE Jennifer Weiner.
If you have a moment, please check it out. Search the archives (check out those interviews!), and say hello.
And tell Amy I sent you. :)
If you have a moment, please check it out. Search the archives (check out those interviews!), and say hello.
And tell Amy I sent you. :)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
We Like Our Junk Food... And It's Okay!
Last night on Facebook, with visions of other, better have-it-together women sitting down to wholesome, filling meals across the land, I posted this as my status:
Will it be okay if I just have Oreos and milk for dinner?
I felt sort of bashful about it, and didn't think I'd get much response, but I did. I did! And the comments culminated in a resounding YES.
There were comparable confessions. Two had ice cream for a meal. One, cereal straight out of the box. And my mom (she's on Facebook, because isn't that the way of things now?) said sure, she'd had pie. One friend said, "I'll write you a note saying it's okay." Another said, "I say you go for it [because] life is short." A third said, "Such a sad day when we question our most pure and wonderful urges." Just this morning yet another friend had a Nestle Crunch bar for breakfast, and let it be known that she's my kinda girl.
You know what? I say we own it. OWN it, ladies.
Here's the thing. Most times I would rather have a Big Mac and fries than a salad. I like fat hunks of chocolate, and salt-and-vinegar potato chips (not together, actually, but now that I think about it...). Why not get something fried to perfection? (Dill pickles? Yes, please.) Why can't I stand at the edge of the kitchen and snarf down a bowl of cereal with itty-bitty fake marshmallows? And I know, up in the smart part of my brain, that carbonation and caffeine aren't good for my body, but dangitall I just love a fountain Dr Pepper, okay?
Here's the other thing. I know as well as the next woman that it's about balance. There are things we have to eat for our well-being. I happen to love steamed broccoli and sauteed carrots and grilled asparagus, blueberries and strawberries (but not raspberries), almonds, yogurt, things with those all-powerful anti-oxidants, (some) protein-packed meats, fish and rice, and I enjoy baking (and eating) breads and muffins with wheat germ and milled flax seed. And I'm pretty decent about drinking water.
I like to have it all, baby.
It's just I think we shouldn't deny ourselves. It's about portion control, and, I'll say it again, balance. I think if I'm hormonal and want a whole "sharing size" pack of Peanut M&M's for myself (or, say, Oreos and milk for dinner), then that's exactly what I need to eat. I say if, once in a while, I don't have the energy to cook a five-food-group meal (who does that, anyway?) then I'm alright serving up bowls of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese (as long as it's spirals). [Although okay, I confess, guilt gets the best of me and I serve canned fruit, too. That just feels better.]
It's not about just health, it's about happiness. I wouldn't be happy eating only greens and grilled chicken with eight servings of fresh fruit all the time. There is something deeply satisfying about the Arby's drive-through, and have you ever anticipated the first bite of a brownie explosion with hot fudge and vanilla ice cream?, and I really dig greasy Mexican food. (Fortunately I'm blessed with good genes and a high metabolism.)
It is the small (delicious) things that make life worth living.
And that lead to the need for exercise. I gained five pounds writing this post, so I'm going to go take a walk. While I'm out, answer any or all of these questions:
Do you have allergies, intolerances or health limitations that affect your diet?
What is a "splurge" for you?
Do you indulge in your wicked desires? (I'm just talking food here, so let's walk away from TMI.)
How often do you make a meal out of something not mealish?
Do you exercise regularly?
Is there guilt?
Will you come over for milk and cookies?
How do you feel about the things I've talked about here?
Will it be okay if I just have Oreos and milk for dinner?
I felt sort of bashful about it, and didn't think I'd get much response, but I did. I did! And the comments culminated in a resounding YES.
There were comparable confessions. Two had ice cream for a meal. One, cereal straight out of the box. And my mom (she's on Facebook, because isn't that the way of things now?) said sure, she'd had pie. One friend said, "I'll write you a note saying it's okay." Another said, "I say you go for it [because] life is short." A third said, "Such a sad day when we question our most pure and wonderful urges." Just this morning yet another friend had a Nestle Crunch bar for breakfast, and let it be known that she's my kinda girl.
You know what? I say we own it. OWN it, ladies.
Here's the thing. Most times I would rather have a Big Mac and fries than a salad. I like fat hunks of chocolate, and salt-and-vinegar potato chips (not together, actually, but now that I think about it...). Why not get something fried to perfection? (Dill pickles? Yes, please.) Why can't I stand at the edge of the kitchen and snarf down a bowl of cereal with itty-bitty fake marshmallows? And I know, up in the smart part of my brain, that carbonation and caffeine aren't good for my body, but dangitall I just love a fountain Dr Pepper, okay?
Here's the other thing. I know as well as the next woman that it's about balance. There are things we have to eat for our well-being. I happen to love steamed broccoli and sauteed carrots and grilled asparagus, blueberries and strawberries (but not raspberries), almonds, yogurt, things with those all-powerful anti-oxidants, (some) protein-packed meats, fish and rice, and I enjoy baking (and eating) breads and muffins with wheat germ and milled flax seed. And I'm pretty decent about drinking water.
I like to have it all, baby.
It's just I think we shouldn't deny ourselves. It's about portion control, and, I'll say it again, balance. I think if I'm hormonal and want a whole "sharing size" pack of Peanut M&M's for myself (or, say, Oreos and milk for dinner), then that's exactly what I need to eat. I say if, once in a while, I don't have the energy to cook a five-food-group meal (who does that, anyway?) then I'm alright serving up bowls of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese (as long as it's spirals). [Although okay, I confess, guilt gets the best of me and I serve canned fruit, too. That just feels better.]
It's not about just health, it's about happiness. I wouldn't be happy eating only greens and grilled chicken with eight servings of fresh fruit all the time. There is something deeply satisfying about the Arby's drive-through, and have you ever anticipated the first bite of a brownie explosion with hot fudge and vanilla ice cream?, and I really dig greasy Mexican food. (Fortunately I'm blessed with good genes and a high metabolism.)
It is the small (delicious) things that make life worth living.
And that lead to the need for exercise. I gained five pounds writing this post, so I'm going to go take a walk. While I'm out, answer any or all of these questions:
Do you have allergies, intolerances or health limitations that affect your diet?
What is a "splurge" for you?
Do you indulge in your wicked desires? (I'm just talking food here, so let's walk away from TMI.)
How often do you make a meal out of something not mealish?
Do you exercise regularly?
Is there guilt?
Will you come over for milk and cookies?
How do you feel about the things I've talked about here?
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Food and Drink in Writing
Thanks for your understanding while I was away! Now, back from my blogging break I'll say...
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I recently read a novel (THE DIVE FROM CLAUSEN'S PIER by Ann Packer) in which the protagonist liked to drink iced cranberry juice. This has me thinking that it's interesting, the food and beverages we read and write about.
Does Ann Packer herself drink that particular thing? Or was it something that came to her during a moment of inspiration? Did she see a woman with it at the next table in her favorite restaurant?
I'm one who, in my writing, tends to stick with the familiar. My protagonist's BFF drinks Dr Pepper (my own favorite), and her dad eats rocky road ice cream, a common flavor in our house when I was growing up. My characters always tend to eat the things I most like, like beans and cornbread, or veggie pizza.
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I'm considering now, what has stopped me from throwing a quiche lorraine into the mix, or putting a Long Island iced tea in a character's hand? Maybe I will now that I'm conscious of never having done so before.
WRITERS: Do you have your characters eating and drinking the same things you do? Or do you get creative, offering them something you've never tried, something offbeat, or that is displeasing to you? How do you choose? Do their food and drink choices seem inherent to their persona, a given?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
See You In a While
Every so often I get this feeling I should back away. Alleviate the pressure having a blog creates. Give a little space, with which often comes a greater perspective of vision, and where things need to go in the future.
A break is good, everyone should take one occasionally.
It just occured to me that now is a good time for me. What with the end of school near for my kiddles, that other job, and the completion of the current draft of my work-in-progress (a novel) within sight, now's as perfect a time as any.
I'll be back. Promise you won't go anywhere in the meantime?
Happy May, friends!
A break is good, everyone should take one occasionally.
It just occured to me that now is a good time for me. What with the end of school near for my kiddles, that other job, and the completion of the current draft of my work-in-progress (a novel) within sight, now's as perfect a time as any.
I'll be back. Promise you won't go anywhere in the meantime?
Happy May, friends!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Plaid Pants
Want to read about the day my childhood went down in infamy?
Come check out my new humor essay, over at An Army of Ermas.
Come check out my new humor essay, over at An Army of Ermas.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
What is Women's Fiction?
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This is what I tell people, too, when they ask what I write, but I've been finding that, for some, this explanation of the wide-spanning category isn't enough. They want it broken down further.
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Wikipedia defines women's fiction as an umbrella term for a wide-ranging collection of literary sub-genres that are marketed to female readers, including many mainstream novels, romantic fiction, "chick lit," and other sub genres.
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Better. Clearer. I'll have to remember this.
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Whether you write it or read it, how would you describe to others what, exactly, women's fiction is? What types of books does the term include for you?
Friday, April 29, 2011
I Live
I live with a man, two little girls, that dog Lucy, four ducks and a fish named Bob.
I live with migraines, sensitive skin, bad eyes, the curse of curly (often frizzy) hair, an ear that is scarred but musical, good genes, good food and good sleep.
I live with expectation and satisfaction, desire and dreams, the blessed memory of my father, questions of faith, spirituality, and words and words and words.
I live.
I am me.
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You?
I live with migraines, sensitive skin, bad eyes, the curse of curly (often frizzy) hair, an ear that is scarred but musical, good genes, good food and good sleep.
I live with expectation and satisfaction, desire and dreams, the blessed memory of my father, questions of faith, spirituality, and words and words and words.
I live.
I am me.
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You?
Monday, April 25, 2011
Rules for Successful Writing -- Giveaway Results!
Last week I posted some of popular author Janet Evanovich's writing tips (as found in her craft book, HOW I WRITE), and asked for your additions. You guys didn't disappoint. You gave great suggestions!
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FringeGirl said: You can't please everyone, so don't worry if someone doesn't like what you wrote.
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Amy Sue Nathan said: #1 Put everything near you that you need while you're writing. For me, a morning writer, that means coffee, both pairs of glasses, my phone and my Flip Dictionary. Then I don't have to get up. Ever. #2 Give your readers credit, they're smart. Meaning, don't overwrite or over explain. Allow the reader to think and figure things out along the way. It engages them and makes them turn the page.
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Jessica Nelson said: Trust your voice.
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Liza said this worked for her: Recently when I was stuck, I wrote a conversation between two characters. I hadn't written to the point in the story when that conversation happened yet, though I knew it would. So I wrote it. It helped me move forward, in that made me consider how my characters would get to the place where that conversation happened. I'm about to write another conversation to help me along again.
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Lynn said: Don't stop writing. Write everyday, even if it just for 15 minutes. And those minutes have to be focused writing.
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Wendy Miller said: At the exact moment you feel like quitting... don't.
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Lissa said: I prefer to write first and then check out the rules.
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Savannah Rose said: Write "something" every single day even if it's not part of your WIP.
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Ginger said: It seems that any quiet meditation on any piece of writing I'm working on is the "miracle grow" to make it blossom.
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Patti's thoughts: I would add, quit second-guessing yourself.
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Deb Shucka said: I would add that a successful writer needs community - other writers to commiserate with and to provide fresh perspective.
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Mary Warner said: I guess it goes along with what was already said, but one of my own rules would be to remember that writers block only stops you if you want to be stopped. After all what stops you (or me at least) isn't that I have no ideas, but I have no "good" ideas.
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Laura said: #1 - Just write. (No matter what, write every day.) #2 - Be concise. Less is more.
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Jill Kemerer said: Persistence. We have to believe in our writing even when it's bad. Maybe it means tucking our WIP away after too many rejections and starting a new one, but we can't quit.
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Tana Adams shared this: A writer who writes is the best writer a writer can be. I think so often the actual writing is the last thing to happen.
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Helen Ginger said: Help other writers. Even when you think you're a newbie and don't know much, there's someone who has less experience than you who could use some advice. Join a group or attend writer meetings that fit your genre or ask another writer what they're working on.
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Karen Lange said: I think that perseverance and discipline are key factors in the writing equation too. These things help me press forward to do something I feel called to do.
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Melissa Marsh said: I always feel that you must ignore the trends and write the book YOU want to write.
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Analisa said: [Be] a reader. I don't think you can write well if you don't read well.
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Jeanette Levellie said: My best tip is to pray for yourself as you write, that God give you words to most help your readers and show them God as He truly is. And to love your readers. Okay, that's two. Here's a third: Never stop growing. Never say, "I know all there is to know about writing." The day you say that is the beginning of the end of your creativity.
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Thank you all! These were wonderful tips.
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To visit any of these writers, go to this post (its comments, to be specific) to follow their links.
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And now... Our giveaway winner... whose name was randomly pulled from a hat (my new, super-cute, hot-pinkish/purple ball cap...) is...
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FringeGirl said: You can't please everyone, so don't worry if someone doesn't like what you wrote.
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Amy Sue Nathan said: #1 Put everything near you that you need while you're writing. For me, a morning writer, that means coffee, both pairs of glasses, my phone and my Flip Dictionary. Then I don't have to get up. Ever. #2 Give your readers credit, they're smart. Meaning, don't overwrite or over explain. Allow the reader to think and figure things out along the way. It engages them and makes them turn the page.
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Jessica Nelson said: Trust your voice.
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Liza said this worked for her: Recently when I was stuck, I wrote a conversation between two characters. I hadn't written to the point in the story when that conversation happened yet, though I knew it would. So I wrote it. It helped me move forward, in that made me consider how my characters would get to the place where that conversation happened. I'm about to write another conversation to help me along again.
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Lynn said: Don't stop writing. Write everyday, even if it just for 15 minutes. And those minutes have to be focused writing.
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Wendy Miller said: At the exact moment you feel like quitting... don't.
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Lissa said: I prefer to write first and then check out the rules.
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Savannah Rose said: Write "something" every single day even if it's not part of your WIP.
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Ginger said: It seems that any quiet meditation on any piece of writing I'm working on is the "miracle grow" to make it blossom.
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Patti's thoughts: I would add, quit second-guessing yourself.
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Deb Shucka said: I would add that a successful writer needs community - other writers to commiserate with and to provide fresh perspective.
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Mary Warner said: I guess it goes along with what was already said, but one of my own rules would be to remember that writers block only stops you if you want to be stopped. After all what stops you (or me at least) isn't that I have no ideas, but I have no "good" ideas.
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Laura said: #1 - Just write. (No matter what, write every day.) #2 - Be concise. Less is more.
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Jill Kemerer said: Persistence. We have to believe in our writing even when it's bad. Maybe it means tucking our WIP away after too many rejections and starting a new one, but we can't quit.
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Tana Adams shared this: A writer who writes is the best writer a writer can be. I think so often the actual writing is the last thing to happen.
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Helen Ginger said: Help other writers. Even when you think you're a newbie and don't know much, there's someone who has less experience than you who could use some advice. Join a group or attend writer meetings that fit your genre or ask another writer what they're working on.
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Karen Lange said: I think that perseverance and discipline are key factors in the writing equation too. These things help me press forward to do something I feel called to do.
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Melissa Marsh said: I always feel that you must ignore the trends and write the book YOU want to write.
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Analisa said: [Be] a reader. I don't think you can write well if you don't read well.
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Jeanette Levellie said: My best tip is to pray for yourself as you write, that God give you words to most help your readers and show them God as He truly is. And to love your readers. Okay, that's two. Here's a third: Never stop growing. Never say, "I know all there is to know about writing." The day you say that is the beginning of the end of your creativity.
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Thank you all! These were wonderful tips.
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To visit any of these writers, go to this post (its comments, to be specific) to follow their links.
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And now... Our giveaway winner... whose name was randomly pulled from a hat (my new, super-cute, hot-pinkish/purple ball cap...) is...
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LYNN!
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Lynn, congratulations! Please e-mail me at jannawritesATyahooDOTcom. Include both your mailing address and the title of a book you've been wanting, which I'll order for you from Amazon. I'll order your choice and have it sent your way!
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Thanks for playing along.
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And thanks for being a part of my blog, by following, commenting, reading, all of it. I appreciate every one of you!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Five Words Into Fiction (#2)
Her hair, beautiful and harsh, is the color of a crow. This is by careful choice, and she has it dyed once a month, every third Tuesday. She loves the mystique of the hue, the way it refracts the light as a wile, almost like there's some blue to it.
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Noah would have adored it, and so of course this is why. It is for him.
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It was a month after he disappeared that she first had it colored. His foray into nothingness, hers into vanity. Because it is the single binge she's found that stills the hurt, quiets the shame. Eating didn't do it; she felt empty. Not drinking; she felt a waste of herself. And sleeping with Noah's best friend, Mart, only buried guilt in her stomach and in her dreams.
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So it is also for her, the hair and the rest, with the primping and pampering and perfection. It all says she is significant and strong and courageous, that she is and will be okay.
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When she looks in the mirror to see what Noah left behind, she is satisfied by what she sees and she tells herself, You will be okay.
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My apologies for posting this piece so late in the day. My words were difficult to fuse together. They were: binge, crow, foray, refract and wile. You'll find them all above. Whew!
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I hope you enjoyed it. I also hope that it leaves you thinking, perhaps making up more of the story.
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If you've played along and written your own fiction with your own words, link up in this post's comments. Or, if you haven't done a piece yet but would like to, I'd be happy to give you some word suggestions. Just let me know (also in this post's comments).
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Also, since you're here, be sure to check out my post about rules for successful writing. Leave your thoughts (by Sunday night--earlier if you're busy for Easter) for a chance to win the book of your choice in my giveaway! Winner will be announced Monday.
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Have a wonderful, blessed holiday weekend.
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Noah would have adored it, and so of course this is why. It is for him.
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It was a month after he disappeared that she first had it colored. His foray into nothingness, hers into vanity. Because it is the single binge she's found that stills the hurt, quiets the shame. Eating didn't do it; she felt empty. Not drinking; she felt a waste of herself. And sleeping with Noah's best friend, Mart, only buried guilt in her stomach and in her dreams.
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So it is also for her, the hair and the rest, with the primping and pampering and perfection. It all says she is significant and strong and courageous, that she is and will be okay.
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When she looks in the mirror to see what Noah left behind, she is satisfied by what she sees and she tells herself, You will be okay.
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My apologies for posting this piece so late in the day. My words were difficult to fuse together. They were: binge, crow, foray, refract and wile. You'll find them all above. Whew!
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I hope you enjoyed it. I also hope that it leaves you thinking, perhaps making up more of the story.
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If you've played along and written your own fiction with your own words, link up in this post's comments. Or, if you haven't done a piece yet but would like to, I'd be happy to give you some word suggestions. Just let me know (also in this post's comments).
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Also, since you're here, be sure to check out my post about rules for successful writing. Leave your thoughts (by Sunday night--earlier if you're busy for Easter) for a chance to win the book of your choice in my giveaway! Winner will be announced Monday.
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Have a wonderful, blessed holiday weekend.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Rules for Successful Writing* -- A Giveaway!
- Don't fall into the trap of rewriting chapter one until it's perfect. And don't discard everything you write halfway through because you're sure it sucks. Writing stuff that sucks is part of the learning process!
- When people ask what you do, tell them you're a writer. Put yourself on the line. Make a commitment.
- Make writing a responsibility. Think of it like a job and show up on time.
- Never hold anything back for the next book. Always go for it. Be brave.
- Respect and love your audience. Write for the reader.
*From Janet Evanovich's HOW I WRITE: SECRETS OF A BESTSELLING AUTHOR.
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Evanovich is the wildly popular author of the Stephanie Plum books. Visit her site here.
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As for the giveaway part of this post, I'd like you to add your own tip to the list. I don't think there's a shortage of good advice, do you?
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What do you think makes for a successful writer? I'd like to know from the perspective of both writers and readers, so anyone can join in. For instance, my sister, who is an avid reader but doesn't write like I do, thinks a relevant thing for writers' success is an active, frequently-updated author's website. Valid!
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Add your thoughts in the comment section of this post. Everyone who does gets their name in a hat (or bowl, mayhaps) for a giveway--to celebrate that I'm nearing 350 blog followers! (If you're not a follower yet but enjoy what you see here at Something She Wrote, please sign up. I do love watching that number grow.)
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I'll give you through this weekend (ending Sunday at 7PM CST) to add to the list. Winner to be announced Monday!
ETA: Friends, I apologize--It's just occured to me, I didn't announce what the giveaway prize is. (Oops. I'm sorry.) It'll be a new book of some kind, to be determined/selected according to the winner.
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Also, be sure to come back Friday, to see the results of the new five words into fiction meme.
Monday, April 18, 2011
A Meme, A Prompt (Five Words Into Fiction--Part 2)
Do you remember when a year or more ago there was a meme floating blogland, and several folks posted five words into fiction? (Here's mine.) This week I want to play on that. And I want to invite you to play (or read) along.
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This time, the five words to incorporate don't come as suggestion from a friend or another blogger, they come from the dictionary. By merely flipping through its pages, stopping randomly and taking the bolded header word.
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Using my small Webster's this morning, I've flipped for five words. They are:
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*binge
*crow
*foray
*refract
*wile
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Ready? Set? Let's do this!
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This time, the five words to incorporate don't come as suggestion from a friend or another blogger, they come from the dictionary. By merely flipping through its pages, stopping randomly and taking the bolded header word.
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Using my small Webster's this morning, I've flipped for five words. They are:
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*binge
*crow
*foray
*refract
*wile
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So there you have it, my five words. This week I'll use them to write a flash fiction piece (less that 1000 words)--the words must appear in the text, I can't only allude to them--and will plan to post it Friday.
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I'm excited because this sort of thing is stoopid fun, and it's good for a creative break from a consistent project. It's good exercise, too.
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Want to join me? Link up and/or post the details on your own blog, and we'll spread the meme.`
Ready? Set? Let's do this!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Drop Your Books Here (A Reference of Friends' Published Works)
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It's a good idea, I think. Because, you know, we all like a good list of good books to read.
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I was going to create this whole thing for you, had the post of it mapped out in my head, but then I realized I'm getting to know too many writers with published books (which is really kinda crazy-cool and exciting) to try and list them all.`
So, I invite you to drop your books here. YA? Historical fiction? Women's fiction? Mystery? Non-fiction, etc., etc.?
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Friends (and visitors), leave a comment with your published (or even soon-to-be) title(s) and a link to your website. If you've a logline or short summary to add, please do. Let's get you some readers!
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Readers, let's get you some books!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Fairer Than Morning, Rosslyn Elliott
Ann is a fine young woman with the interest of more than one man, motherless sisters to care for, and a father who keeps secrets--but she has her own desires for life. Where will her heart and her God lead her?`
Will is a brave man with few options, which leads him into indentured servitude with a new master, a master of evil. Is Will's strength enough to see him through to freedom and happiness?
`FAIRER THAN MORNING, book one of The Saddler's Legacy, a new trilogy by Rosslyn Elliott, follows sweet Ann, as well as tortured Will, through loss and trial, misunderstanding and doubt. Could there be a life filled with love and promise in their future?
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Rosslyn's expertise with historical fiction makes for prose that reads flawlessly. Her dialogue, and expressions of the early 1800's, zing, and her characters, along with their stories, are powerful.
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If you like historical fiction, if you like tender romance or Christian-themed reads, this is one you don't want to miss. FAIRER THAN MORNING is released today (Thomas Nelson Publishers)!
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| Author Rosslyn Elliott |
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Visit Rosslyn at her website and learn more about her here.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
RQ #19
It is a good thing for an educated man to read books of quotations.
I got so tired of hearing those proverbs when I was a child. Now I use them all the time. Sometimes they are the best way to say what needs to be said. I teach them to my students. I have a collection of [quotes] for class discussion and writing assignments.
I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.
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If you were to be quoted in the future, what would your statement be?
Winston Churchill
`I got so tired of hearing those proverbs when I was a child. Now I use them all the time. Sometimes they are the best way to say what needs to be said. I teach them to my students. I have a collection of [quotes] for class discussion and writing assignments.
Marva Collins
`I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.
Dorothy Parker
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If you were to be quoted in the future, what would your statement be?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Make Me Cry
Look what those kids did.
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On Friday my daughter came home with a stack of thank you cards from her class. There were colorful designs and clear pictures (lots of spring flowers!), often of writing tools or books. Several mentioned haiku poetry, most mentioned their notebooks.
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There was an "I like writing stories." And "I love writing."
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Every one of them signed either "love," or "your friend." One said, "I hope we get to see you again." Of course, this from the boy I'd pegged as the most interested in what I had to say. A budding writer!
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I am so, so touched. I cried. This is how I felt, reading their notes:
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Thank you, kids. Thank you.
Friday, April 1, 2011
A Writer Employed
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| photo from lamableu.net |
So this girl got a job. It's my first away from the home in nearly nine years.
` I can't speak of the specifics, but I can tell you that it involves the outdoors, a scientific case study and... my nose.
` The most genius part is, tucked around the work itself, there is mucho downtime. During that downtime we can do whatever we choose, and that means I will write! It's a perfect scenario, really, because I'll be earning great money, but won't have to give up the time I put toward my writing.
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| when Janna met Sally |
I'll schlep my notebooks, pens and pencils, novels and craft books, my laptop and (sometimes) my AlphaSmart 3000. (Who remembers Sally?)
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This experience will be incredibly out of the ordinary for me, and I'm very much looking forward to it. Every day is an adventure waiting to happen, and I expect to be inspired.
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Also, because of the change in my schedule, and the way I'll have to make adjustments with family and household responsibilities, I feel sure I'll be forced into a more balanced life. (I've spoken about the life juggle many times, most recently here.) Does that make sense? I think time away from home will give me healthy space, a more appreciative perspective, and better-defined goals.
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The busier we are, the more we accomplish, right?
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Please keep me in mind! This will be so new for my family and me. But don't worry, they'll be fine, and I will, too. ;) You'll still see me here and on Facebook. I'll still have content at those places you see linked in my sidebar, and I'll be working ever diligently on my current novel-in-progress.
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Stay tuned, too. I may have stories to tell!
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