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The story

Hello fellow writers and readers…

I felt it was about time that I unveiled to you the first story that I’ve ever published on Kindle.

The book was conceived with from a piece of writing that my friend did and put away in her nightstand. One day, she read it to me and a story was born. We strived to put our words and voices together and our desires for the main characters. This was a challenge, but after a few years of working on it, we felt it time to put it out there in the hands of readers.

We are very open to feed back and criticism as long as you’re kind. We realize that as first timer’s, things won’t be perfect, but give it a read and share your thoughts.

 

Please let me know if the link works:

Extraordinary Girl

Just be a turtle

Yay! I have 36 followers and I’ve not written in a while, yikes, not meeting my goals! I think if I could just be home longer than a week, that could happen. I have a freaking laptop! I need to learn to use it as such. It is not a desktop!

Okay, here I am in Colorado. We sold a home and I’m here to take our stuff back to our home in Washington. That is my life. I’m not complaining. I like my life. However, this busy time has highlighted to me that I’ve yet learned how to integrate my busy life with writing. But, hey, at least I noticed after a while and so I’ll count that as progress. Perhaps the turtle has it right, just small steps in a forward motion with confidence. That turtle didn’t stress and honestly I don’t want that bunny’s life! I want to be the confident, independent turtle. I don’t want to quit or just run and get exhausted.

~ Peace y’all!

Unstuck

I think just saying that I was stuck unstuck me, or I just woke up with a fresh attitude. It doesn’t matter because I’ve created a somewhat schedule for myself and I’m going to attempt to do my job. That is, be a writer.

Yes, it’s time to pull out the novel and at least work on editing the first chapter. I won’t do it all day long, just a bit. Let’s see how that goes. My orchid bloomed and I’m going to take it as a sign of new birth, new beginnings, the sign of new things to come. Wanna see it? Go here. This is the plants second set of  “children” and I did love those other blooms, but this one’s a beaut!

~Peace friends.

The whole day

Seriously, it took the whole day and two glasses of Pinot Grisio to get me in front of the screen to write. Oh, and a square inch of Theo’s dark chocolate. I could’ve eaten the whole bar, but I need to pace myself on the stuff, a slow steady supply is perfect for the soul.

Anyway, here I am and I facing some heavy reflections from my vaca. Here in lovely Seattle, where the air and water are fresh and the connections few, I have time to think, to sit, to ponder. I think that what is important fades to the background here, but it doesn’t disappear. It’s a constant on my heart and mind, the conversations, the interactions I had with the people I love. They don’t go away.  I know and have learned what’s important in life. I’m one blessed individual to have been given a chance, again, not one chance, but multiple to figure it out.

Do I have it all figured out? H-e–l-l no! (I’ve wanted to say that!) I’m not saying that. I’m blessed, but I have obeyed the “voice”of God these days because I know I didn’t in my past. I was the queen of doing what I pleased. I was the quintessential brat. Spoiled in the “soul”way. I thought life revolved around my desires. I had to be shown I wasn’t all that. I had to be torn down to finally “see”. My life had to come crashing down around me in order for me to smell coffee brewing.

Do I know 100% what He wants from me in this life? No, I don’t. Do I have the answers to the problems of this world? Not even close. My gift isn’t intellect, nor especially insight. That isn’t what He’s given me. What He’s given me is mercy. I deserve punishment for ALL the wrong I have done and continue to do, but no, He continues to give me mercy and I’m just so grateful, so, so grateful.

But here’s the thing. I’m not special. I’m not favored. I believe His love is for everyone. Everyone is given the same as God gives me. His gifts are for all who choose to believe and who choose love.

What are you going to choose today? What voice are you obeying today? What has happened in your life to get your attention? What has happened that has made food unappealing and life scary? Are you wondering how you’ll live another day? Yeah, I’ve been there as well. I want you to know you’re not alone. I remember it well and won’t allow myself to forget it.

I will write

I’m still here. After thinking about the goals for my site and I’ve decided to “try on” a different theme. The goal here is writing and my previous theme, though appealing, kept me from my goal as I was focusing too much on thinking of what photo to highlight or which would match the writing.  So, for those of you that enjoy my photography, please visit my photo blog. The purpose of that site is photos. For this site, I will write.

I spent a few weeks in my hometown of Fort Worth, Texas visiting, thinking, reflecting and plotting as usual. Is there an artist that doesn’t plot, scheme, dream or wonder? Whether it was the sweltering heat, or the food choices or lack of chocolate, I came away from my vacation more sure than fearful about the path of my future career. I will write. Though the use of a comma evades me, I will write.

I even enjoyed the fantasy of becoming a novelist. But, it occurred to me that there is one thing that I don’t have in common with story writers. It seems to me that most novelists enjoy telling stories, while I fancy the weaving of a story. Makes me wonder if instead I just need to try to play Minecraft?

Eh, no, there’s something about the written word that is joyful, playful, and open to possibilities that appeals to me, is me.

~I will write.