Wednesday, December 31, 2014


Hello, friends! I've had a few people ask if this new "positive messages posting" of mine (on social media) is something they should be worried about. Here is my response:

1) My snarky, sarcastic side is still very much a part of me--give me time. (Evil laugh here)

2) I'm not ill and trying to pave the road to heaven with good deeds. (Snarkity snark)

3) I'm not turning into a Pollyanna whose every thought is a"glass half full" kind of thought. Let's face it, sometimes there's not enough sugar in the world to turn those lemons into lemonade. 

4) I'm trying to "accentuate the positive; eliminate the negative", as the saying goes. (Something like that, anyway.)

5) I cannot change anyone else, but I can change my reactions to them. 

6) I want peace; peace of mind, peace of heart, peace of soul. 

7) I will feel angry, unhappy, discouraged; and I may post that.  But I will not let those feelings define who I am. And if I do, CALL ME ON IT!

8) I won't let anyone else pull me into his/her drama. We've all got drama going on in our lives, but I can choose to be angry and upset, or I can be happy. I choose happiness. 

My wish for each one of you is abundant joy, peace, and love. You can't find that from another person, place or thing. You can only find that abundance of goodness within your own heart and soul. 

God bless. 

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Muse Has Been Silent

I've not written anything since the end of November. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Unless you count posts on social media, or editing a line or two of a school report my oldest child wrote; and I don't. 

My blog has been as silent as an old ghost town in a black and white western.My characters have been as quiet as little mice. I've been too tired, sick, busy, blah blah blah. 

I've read about writing and blogging, discussed writing in online groups, and critiqued work for others. I've listened to ideas and storylines, even had one or two pop up in my head. But no writing. 

The past couple of days, I've thought about the "whys" and the "hows" of this dry spell. I've come to a conclusion. There's no real reason I haven't written anything, other than a complete and utter lack of desire to do so. 

Does this mean I can't write? Nope. Does this mean I'm not a "real" writer/blogger/author? Not at all. What does it mean? For me, it means I just needed to pull back and regroup. I needed to give myself permission to be human, with all the doubts and weaknesses. 

What now? Well, I wrote this post. And there's a small idea bouncing around my in my head. I'm good with that. Should I be okay with that? I don't know, but I am.