Summer days spiral past like spinning tops. I don’t know where they went or how they moved by so quickly. I think I might have planned too many fun trips into one summer. But then again, I think, isn’t that what summers are for? Making memories with those we love should take precedence over home …
I’m braver in the morning.
I’m braver in the morning. What curls my toes come nightfall, wiggles them when the sun peeks over the horizon. Most new projects overwhelm me before my head hits the pillow; but in the morning, I dare to dream big. Perhaps I inherited (or learned) this tendency from my mother. Ask Mom for anything past …
In the Valley of Publishing Decision…
I'm in the Valley of Publishing Decision and this barren wasteland stretches out as far as my eyes can see. Back in March, I bought a self-publishing package from Createspace, Amazon.com's new self-publishing company.                  I've gone back and forth struggling between whether to draft a nonfiction book proposal and try to pitch my first book …
46 Spring is peeking around the corner and I’m having a bad hair day!
So what does hints of spring coming have to do with my new haircut? Well, in late winter, I trim back my garden's dead foliage and get the hankering to have my hair shorn.        My husband and I pruned our rose bushes and then got this idea to transplant them. They look pretty pathetic stripped down …
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44 Pushing Closed Doors Open
Have you ever peered at your possible destiny as if through a key hole? You can see what you want to do or who you want to become but opening the door is difficult.    It is as if this whole other woman is trying to emerge from the person I already am. The challenge of discovering …
43 Self Disclosure II
I sense a serious case of "feet dragging" occurring in my publishing progress. I have completed half of the editor's suggested changes to my manuscript but the other half glares at me whenever I enter my art room. Yet I still walk right on by the bundle of papers sitting on the table. "My excuses are warranted," I rationalize. "I …
Special Delivery
     Have you ever waited for a package to be delivered to your doorstep? Every day, you look out the window to see whether it has come.        Recently, I waited for a dream much like I looked forward to receiving the recent books about writing that I had ordered. This was a package containing the last half …
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