You are

You are something
Unique in the universe
Something valuable
There is truth in this
Believe or not believe
You are something
more than you
and blessed in the universe.

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The Good with the Bad

The day began with insomnia

drifted into lateness

and fell into despair

One found dead, the news feed reads

the reaper’s  prize

at last

sorrows grips friends

still other silent cheer the end of the road

two kids in a doctor’s office sick with the flu

 

two strangers cling to life

victims of happenstance

attended by the best

No news is good news or so the fellows say

No news is bad news worries the friends

beloved ones

Victory arrives late

lesson learned, acceptance obtained

a child born

new shoes,  credit extended ,

then end of an abusive relationship

 

No clever words need

or cliques expressed

Just another day

the good with the bad

the bad with good

perspective the only means of definition

 

 

Sometimes I….

Sometimes I write bad poetry and sometimes I write stories that don’t make sense.

Sometimes I just write and write for hours in my head. Lately, I have been working really hard to set a schedule up for myself and it hasn’t been working really well.  I did good up until last Thursday and then I fell off the writing wagon last Thursday and didn’t get back to it until today. Writers must write and they have to write things that sometimes scare them and push the boundaries. Something that I haven’t done a lot of in my own writing. I have tried to stick to safe topics so as not to offend people especially the people I love.

I have tried to be a pillar of strength, but really feel most days like I am falling apart and the duct tape isn’t sticking anymore.  This past weekend, I looked back after a phone call from Momma and my sister, Tish, that I realized that my strength doesn’t come from being strong, but each and every time I got myself back up and kept going.

So I am back at it, but with a difference. I am going to write the stories I see around me. The ones that have been pleading with me to finish them. The ones that scare me.  I will be finishing my April Page A Day posts and then going back to work on next book along with other projects. I want to have it finished by the end of summer and begin the editing process.  There are two or three more books, I have notes for but I am going to focus on the one that began this journey.

 

Moving Manic Mondays

My whole house seems so much brighter than it did a couple of hours ago.  This week my normal manic Monday has been replaced by a gentle and well deserved break. I woke up with a book besides me and went out onto the porch to read and drink my morning tea. It was the perfect dreary day.

11051906_663114840460500_2886341314953390785_nThen a story idea stuck and I let it take me on a three hour journey.

Now my house is a bit cleaner and I am contemplating a nap.  Life has been really hectic this year and there are some big changes coming in my life. Changes I am making willing and some unwilling.  I have come to the conclusion that I need more days like this where I am free to write and not being pulled in three or four different directions.   I am still working three jobs and writing whenever where ever I can.  Blood Child is still selling and reviews are slowly but surely coming in.  (If you have had a chance to read it then please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads.  Every review is helpful. )

The thing that I can do to help myself the most is not working until my brain is numb.  This past week I worked seven days in a row and barely had the brain power to string together a complete sentence let a lone a paragraph.  I can’t continue this pace.  It simply isn’t health. My mind and body know it.

I have also come to the conclusion that all this work really hasn’t done me any good. I am only marginally better off than I was a year ago. Financial things are a little better and for that I am grateful. It is time though to think about what I really want. Eight years ago, I thought that I wanted to be a teacher for the rest of my life. I was excited about all the opportunities in front of me.  That dreams was one that sustained me for so many years of self-imposed stupidity. I was going to do something with my life. I was going to give back and teach.

I had put an order dream aside.  A dream I thought that I was unworthy of.

Being a writer.

Now, I know that I can do it. I just have to be willing to do it. Willing to crave out more days like these for myself. 10367787_10155402717575397_8913494460226026793_nWilling to give up some income so that I can write and really work on the craft of writing.  I saw this image on Alethea Kontis’ Facebook page and realized that I have known what it takes for years, but have been afraid.  Afraid to give up what I have for what I want. I may never be a full time writer.  Still I am happiest when I am writing or teaching. It is time to do more of what I love instead of acting out of fear.

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Home Sweet Home

Lessons From A Cat on A 30-Year Old Roof

1.  The cat has no problem being on the roof.

2. You are the one with the problem.

3. The cat doesn’t care. She is having a wonderful time.

4. It will seem insane, but if the cat got up, the cat get down herself.

5. Still you will try and you will fail.

6. Tuna is a good idea to try and coax the cat down or at least closer to you.  The cat will use this as a way to torment you. Be prepared for these emotional games.

7. Going up on the roof is not a good idea at night, when it is windy or when your roof is thirty years old.

8. Cussing at the cat in a sweet tone will not work either.

9. When the cat comes down she will act as if nothing happened. Arguing with her is foolish just go pour yourself a glass of wine. It will be cheaper than therapy or getting a dog.

Nothing to see here. I wasn't on the roof for in indeterminate amount of time.  I mean, meow...
Nothing to see here. I wasn’t on the roof for indeterminate amount of time. I mean, meow…

1st Day of My Next Project

Well, not really, but it sounds good, right.  Today isn’t the first day of my next project.  It the first day that I am returning to it after more than a month off.  I didn’t write for a month. Yes, that is right, I didn’t write for over a month.  I thought about it, but I didn’t do it. And I don’t feel bad about it. I am not beating myself up.

I work three jobs.  There are days when  I really don’t have the time.

Still a few days ago, I added about six hundred words but I was still going in the wrong direction. I didn’t like what I was writing or where it was going. I did my time at the keyboard and then left it there. Left it to stew for a while.

And it has sat, because I was no longer in love with the story. I still love Raelin, my protagonist, but the story that I began writing over three years ago has gotten messy, muddled and confusing. If it that way for me, then my potential readers wouldn’t enjoy it either. I have been doing a little research and realize that I had some major holes in the flow of the story. Those need to be patched and a direction plotted. My characters can feel free to run a muck once that is done.

I printed out a new copy of the draft.  Ninety pages of my work.  Over the next two weeks, I am going to read it and make some notes.  Then, it is back to the key board. I have a goal in mind for how long the book will be in the end between 80,000 to 100,000 words and then I will begin the trimming. The thing is I still have to get there. And I only get there by writing day after day.

Today is the first day on my next project because today is the day that I am fall back in love with Raelin’s story.

Today is the day that I sit down at my keyboard day after day and write.

Writing isn’t easy, but it isn’t hard. You just have to put one word after another.

Keep Writing

Love,

Lu