I haven't posted in a while. Writing has been happening. I almost have draft one of For the Love of God by my alter-ego Cece. I spent a week in New Mexico recharging at the no-name writer's retreat at the Norbertine Abbey. What's not to love? I hunkered in my little room and turned the fan on. (It is New Mexico in the summer.) I read my manuscript from end to end and then began to add more magical chapters. My writing wasn't the only magic brewing. The beautiful scenery! The owls (burrowing owls live near the abbey)! The conversation! The ukelele! (Thanks, Lisa.) Each day was about relaxing and making space for the work. Did I mention the crunchy lemon cookies and iced tea?
There is something about a place that has a garden of peace, a library, and sacred places around every corner. It was the perfect place to reflect on a period of my life full of turmoil and sadness and God. I scribbled notes and typed away. One night, I stayed awake like a night owl and wrote and wrote. The kinks in my innards slowly worked out. After a few short days, I left the Abbey relaxed and less panicked that I would never finish my WIP. I left with a lesson, too. The Abbey is in the middle of a desert, but that dry dust land is full of life. A good thing to remember when every the road becomes bleak.
It is important to take care of yourself. In the midst of your busy life, chose to stop. Seek silence. Let it well around you. Stop hurrying. Retreat somewhere and reconnect. These are the days of your life. Don't miss them. I hope you hear me, readers. Don't let this moment pass by. Whatever dream you keep pushing aside, it's about to slip away. Stop. This is your chance. Don't throw it away. This opportunity to make a difference could pass you by. Cling to it. Do what you can, when you can, while you can.
I'm so glad you gave this a read. Please share your big dream in the comments. I find writing a thing down will make it more likely happen.
Please remember to seize the day.
Here is a doodle of a petroglyph from back in the day. I hope there is a smiley face in the center of my bird spirit.
Here is a quote for your pocket from another one who sought solitude.
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” Henry David Thoreau
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Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Book Birthday: A Dream
Howdy, folks, Happy news, the ebook version of PLUMB CRAZY from Swoon Romance has found its way onto the virtual shelves of booksellers worldwide. Try here for a copy from Amazon US. Here is Amazon UK. Here is Amazon Australia. Here is Amazon Canada. Try here for a copy for your B&N Nook . It will be available in paper in a few weeks. I hope you consider giving it a look.
Publishing a book is a little like sending your pea green boat out to sea, and you have no idea where it will go. It sails off into the sun and then into the moon. You've hidden pieces of yourself inside that boat, and it's heading to the ends of the Earth. Publishing is like that.
It's also like this. I had a telling dream about publishing once that I have never forgotten.. I dreamed I was a woman who lived in a fishing village. Everyone was heading to edge of sea with their nets to fish, but I remained behind.I was painstakingly tying my own net.
Neighbors would drop by and laugh at me. "You're never going to catch any fish sitting in that house tying a net."
I didn't stop working, but I could hear folks snickering. I felt like the worst kind of fool but kept working.
Years pass. I grow very old. I hobble out of my house with the net I've been working on my whole life. The people of the village come out of their neat little homes, laughing and pointing fingers. I am finally going to toss my net.
I walk to the edge of sea with this fine net balled in my arms. I toss it into the air. It furls out and furls. It billows into the sky. It's so large it captures the whole world.
This is my dream. This is my hope for my work.
Follow your creative muse and do something amazing. I will be back next week with more of my Book Birthday month.
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