On Writing…. 5/31/18

Just some of my writings…could go somewhere or not. I totally don’t know where this one is headed.

Blue Ain’t Your Color
“What do you mean?” I could see him staring at his drink across the room. He ignored my question as much as my stare. “I just cancelled all my plans for this trip that you promised we would take.”
He took a sip with a heavy, slow swallow. “I don’t think it’s the right time for us to leave town right now.”
“No.” I threw my keys on the glass table. “You just don’t want to distance yourself from the other girl.” I’d known he was cheating on me for the past two weeks. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
He dismissed my statement by looking out the window and refusing to reply.
“So that’s the way this is going to play out?” I looked around the apartment. We had only lived here for three months. It was going to suck paying the rent by myself. “I think you should leave.”
That got Adam’s attention. He finally turned fully around and faced me. “As in move out?”
I looked him over. God, he was gorgeous. And the sex was still good. I was going to miss his body. “Yes. I think you should move out.” Go mooch off your other woman. I didn’t want to turn this conversation ugly. He wasn’t worth my energy. I grabbed my purse and picked my keys back up. “I’ll give you the night to get your stuff out.” I didn’t think I could face the apartment all alone tonight, anyway. Continue reading

Podcasts Illuminations Equals Change

Tonight I listened to The Creative Penn Podcast “My 2017 Goals. Plus Visualization and Positive Thinking for Authors with Nina Amir” I must say, it was very inspiring. If you are a professional writer, or like me, a struggling writer, … Continue reading

Hello Strangers!

fullsizerender I know that I’ve really sucked at blogging as of late. It took me a while to adapt to my new job and the hours (and driving) that comes with it. As a family crisis counselor, I travel to family homes and assist them with intensive in-home therapy three times a week per family. I love my job, but it did take me a good while to get my schedule under control, learn the job expectations, and develop my own style for success.

Needless to say, my writing was put on hold. I took 2016 off from writing in almost every way. It did not hurt. However, I am finding that beginning is hurting. I lost my motivation, lost my routine, lost some creativity, and honestly, I felt I lost a huge part of myself. Granted, story ideas, characters, and plot twists played within the confines of my mind so I can’t say I quit E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Continue reading

A New Year, a New NaNoWriMo!

nanowrimoAll this week I have been sweating bullets, racking my brain, trying to find a story idea for NaNoWriMo. Last year I got an idea just a few days before November 1st. The year before that, I dreamed something that led me to a solid story idea just four days before November 1st. And the year before that I pushed it to October 30th waiting for an idea.

This morning, I woke up from a dream, hoping it would give me something but it was a total dud. Ugh. What was I to do? I’m no longer a fly-by-night pantser who can just write as November speeds along. I HAVE to have some kind of idea. I was freaking out.

So, I decided to go walking. It’s how I got last year’s idea, and it ended up being a good one. I walked up a huge hill (2.2) miles total and ended up coming down with a seriously excellent story. And I had a blast writing it. I didn’t have an ending at the time and by the last week of November I still didn’t know how it would end, but I eventually found it…it just came with the writing. I was pleasantly surprised by it. Continue reading

inspiresI wasn’t feeling well at all yesterday, and while that is not too great of an excuse not to write, I still didn’t. So today I must do two. (I’ll do them separately, however.)


Gosh…I really sometimes just do not like this question. I mean, in what atmosphere are we talking about inspiration? I have different means of being/getting inspired.

When it comes to my family, my mother-in-law inspires me. I was around her the most when I was newly married. We actually lived with my in-laws so it was hard not to be around them. Sharon (rest in peace) had the most beautiful spirit. She never had an unkind word on her tongue. She was almost always in control of her emotions. She led her family with a servant’s heart. She rose early in the morning and prepared food for everyone. She tended to her home without complaint. And she never, ever missed her hour of prayer with the Lord. (It was always at 5pm, right after her favorite soap opera. LOL) Why did, does she inspire me? She taught me by showing and by leading and by guiding me. She helped me to be the right kind of woman, a Godly wife and mother. It was in everything she did and said that I learned how I should present myself to my family, to others, and to the Lord. I was so very blessed to have her in my life. Continue reading

I’ve Been Smacked in the Face By My Muse!

So for three long years my writing partner Will and I worked diligently on co-writing our epic fantasy series. We finished in January with book one. I’ve not been able to touch the dang book (book two) ever since. Oh, I tried. I definitely tried. And we even got a good 25K words in to book two. But, I just wasn’t feeling it. And I could not for the life of me figure out why. Continue reading

I need space!

So, I have this small problem. I have a small living space. Now, I’m very blessed with my house but as my family grows (our kids are teens and preteens) our house seems to get smaller every time we have another birthday.

Being a writer, a professional teacher, and a hotel representative, and a mother of three (four if you count my husband…and I do) it’s so hard finding time and space to write. I used to go to various coffee shops, libraries, parks, and the like but I was always needed at home. It was just inconvenient and definitely a crux in my writing creativity. Imagine writing a great chapter only to have a phone call about where a book was or so and so won’t do what I told her. And obviously I can’t turn the phone off. They’re my kiddos. They need me. I totally get that.

But I NEED ME too. My creativity is hurting.  Continue reading

Perfect vs Reality

maze-beginSo I’ve woken up the last three mornings and wrote the minimum of three pages. The second day I wrote four pages. Yesterday I wrote nine. All long-hand. At this point I need to realize that not everything will just pour out and be a lucid story but in fact, most of it is probably shit that I will never use. But if I allow myself to look at the positive side, at least I am writing.

I still have not had any luck on the book I want and need to be writing on. I also have not returned to editing the books I have completed. I continue to procrastinate on those to do items on my list of needing to get done. But at least I am writing.

I got two chapters on a story about a woman who gets wrapped up in Continue reading

My Prescription-3 a day

Setting Off:

Wow! It is as if this book fell into my open, hungry, hands by fate. The creativity gods deemed me worthy enough. I fell into Julia’s journey eager enough, most definitely starved for answers, and my mouth hangs open with a bewildered feeling. They are simple, modest as she promised, sections. She writes with excellent eye for detail. But more so…she is seeing into my mind, my heart, even my soul. I instantly bonded with her. She was 35, which is my age. The book was began at the end of getty_rf_photo_of_day_plannerwinter and the opening of spring, such is the case for me…now. She had just finished a difficult book *check* and it left her feeling ‘stale and flat *check* and oh how each and every word she writes I nod my head again and again.

She states she wasn’t in a deep despair but called it cynicism. I can relate, yet again. I feel skeptical of my ability to continue. She says it is “a cheap and shoddy response to a life we are afraid to love because it might, for a time, be painful.” I don’t want to agree about that pain but it is there. The pain of not writing. The pain of being a writer, the pain of living a writer’s life. It is indeed painful.

Her inclination to write 3 pages everyday led her to writing more. I will admit, I am hesitant to even try but I will. I’ll go so far as to admit it will require discipline, to write those three pages every day. But I will do so. At least long enough to finish this book and perhaps see the answers to my questions, find the missing whatever. Continue reading