Tag: My writing journey
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Thank You and Please…
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. One of the many things for which I am thankful is the community that reads, follows, subscribes, and comments on this blog. I write it for the pure of joy of putting thoughts on a page, exploring my own wanderings down an imaginary intellectual, mental or spiritual path. Writers write to share…
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M is for…
Last week we talked about the upward swing of Ns, even when they stand for NOs. What about a Maybe? In the publishing world, a very crowded pool is filled with debut authors who splash and scream, asking the lifeguard to notice them, see them, respect them, choose them to be pulled from the churning…
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So You Wrote a Book…
Now what? Years ago, I boldly and cluelessly set out to write a novel. Despite frustrations and rejections along the marathon-like training, it was a good decision. The writing has gotten easier. The writing is better. Plodding through to an end is the easy part. I work to transform bulging computer files into the best…
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The WHYs Have It…
On Monday we recognized those who make our world a better place. Why do they do it? Maybe they wouldn’t answer with “It’s what I do!” A more likely answer might be to pay the bills, put food on the table, or it’s what I could find. I have a problem answering the question “What…
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The Rhythm of Rest…
I hope you are deeply involved in a project that floats your boat, with excitement coursing through your veins as you anticipate the unknown steps on your chosen path. I am fortunate to have writing friends virtually join me in the ongoing quest to release written words into the reading world. We share encouragement, helpful…
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Temporary Tempo…
Consider ebbs and flows, waxing and waning, growth and fallow times. I know they are necessary phases. Yet when slow times come, I need reminding that my lento tempo will soon return to moderato or even presto. Can you tell I’m listening to Chopin as I write this? Music employs lilts and pick-ups to make…
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Play/Money…
Creatives live to play but there is a flipside: money. It may be sharp edges rubbing against the roundness, but commerce is necessary to share our gifts with the wider world. Otherwise, what’s the point? Picture toppling towers of handmade and thrown pots, each one a thing of sacred beauty, closed to the world for…
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Funky Flunkdom…
Sometimes I feel like the dullest tack in the drawer, or the greenest member of the group. Such doubts are deeply internalized even though I don’t flounder at the bottom of the sea of smarts. I live on the curve and seek new growth activities, so multiple areas of interest chop given hours into bits…
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Settling In…
I heard recently that we are meant to be unsettled. That seems counterintuitive to the conventional aim of peaceful balance or equilibrium. Only a few times have I felt all types of serenity; mental and emotional and physical, at once. I’m not meant to be still or quiet, at least not for long. I am…
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Off I Go!…
Do you have those mornings when it seems a slow go? Maybe it is tempting to lounge in your reading chair for half a day. While I don’t engage in the time-sucking vortex of social surfing, some word puzzles can call to me like a Siren to Odysseus. What stops me from giving in? Maybe…
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