Simple Life
I came across a few blog posts I never got around to posting for some odd reason. This one is …
I came across a few blog posts I never got around to posting for some odd reason. This one is …
Right before my birthday this year, I received a surprise gift in the mail. It originated in South Africa, but …
I should have known in grade one when I mispelled 5/10 words on my spelling test and was shellacked by …
Originally posted on The Journey begins Here:
I completed and published CRYSTAL BALL PERSUASION, on my birthday, September 18th – a story of…
When I think of a rocking chair, it brings to mind babies and old people. I am neither but recently …
Sally has updated my book space on her site to include the new cover and reviews. What a doll! Thanks …
Self love inspires self confidence. Although I have a healthy self-esteem, I do wobble sometimes in the confidence department. I suppose most humans do.
Originally posted on That's How The Light Gets In:
Not for the first time this year, a musician has departed this life, but not before…
Hesitant at first, of dividing the grayish powder into perfectly equal piles, it had become a series of robotic movements. Divide, scoop, weigh, take note; divide, scoop, weigh, take note. The monotony cancelled out the emotion with only my own heartbeat arguing otherwise.
MoMo’s Book Diary (Maureen) gave me lavish praise in her words “I found myself gripped and didn’t want to stop …
The F word I’m referring to in the blog title is of course FEAR. While I was busily making up excuse after excuse about why my novel was taking so long to see completion, I felt a niggling at the back of my brain, which I can now identify.
Luck was with me as I spotted my perfect person. A woman, dressed as an angel. I believe in angels, she must too. I would like to sell cards, she is already doing so. She is a woman and so am I so what harm would it do to try?
This last week has opened my eyes as to why my dad ran out the door so quickly that night. Why my sister followed and especially why he had me go over and say thank you to my ‘boy on the bicycle’.
I experienced that sort of day recently. The kind I remember from my childhood, where I had no one to …
And I pictured myself there. Book in hand. Pen and paper. Maybe an easel. Solid peace and harmony. Nothing but the ocean air and a soft cushion on the chair. Gazing, dreaming, remembering days gone by with a smile on my face and love filling my heart as the salt gathers on my lips and the roar of the ocean and the wind fills my ears.
Eek, the aforementioned ‘truth be known’ may be true as well. I am thinking perhaps I was a tad too HONEST with my replies to the questions?
I took it upon myself to stop the medication all together.
Originally posted on Inspiration Import:
Today, I would like to share a Christmas story with a twist. I have written four…
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
While I have produced five other books to date, all of which have included multiple art pieces, it did not quite prepare me for the long, dedicated process needed to write a complete novel.