So I’m going to give you a little background on my book that I have started. It is a mystery involving two sisters. One of the sisters dies accidentally, but the other sister doesn’t think it was an accident. It has a Ray Bradbury kind of feel to it. Her spirit is still around, letting her sister know her death was no accident. The sister is using all of the new ways of communicating, ichat, texting, twitter whatever she can to guide her sister to find out the truth. She’s using this kind of communication because that is how they kept in touch because they lived far away from each other. It’s odd because the father’s wife is getting in the way, so that brings some suspicion on her. There is also an omnipresent force of good, keeping the other sister one step ahead. So that is where my story is going. I hope this will help you to give me some ideas.
So back to the book. It sort of resembles what I experienced. The father’s little wife that is just really interested in his money and breaking the family even more. Yes, I guess she’s pretty much the home wrecker. I just felt comfortable about writing what I know about first hand. There will be twists and turns and I’m not sure how much truth will be in the fiction. Probably not a lot, as I want it to be more entertaining than mirroring real life wrongs. That is no fun to read.
So I’m going to put some of it up tomorrow, and as alway anything I write is mine and is protected by my copywrite.
I am going to start my book. I will answer to my audience. You will keep me going, give me feedback and suggestions. I have a book already started, but I put it away. I’m not sure if it’s going to be my novel or my non-fiction book. Maybe both. Stay close, I’m going to need all the help and encouragement I can get. Thanks 🙂
I don’t think anyone ever tells me they are proud of me. I’m okay with that. It would be nice if someone did tell me they are proud of me, just like it’s nice when people tell you, you are doing a good job. I am a mother. I have spent my life telling people I am proud of them. My children and my husband mostly. Me as a mom, I have found out I am invisible.
My children, or half of my children are so caught up into their daily drama’s that they can’t see anything but themselves. They are narcissistic and could never think of pumping up anyone’s ego but their own. I know my other two boys are proud of me, because of how they treat me. That is enough for me. I carry myself with pride because I want them to be proud of me as their mom and I know they are. That means more to me than words.
My husband tells me quite often that he is proud of me. He also tells me he loves me. More importantly than saying these things to me, he shows me everyday that he is proud of me and loves me. Those are just words, actions mean more to me than words. He gets up everyday and goes to work. He lets me live my life how I want too. He doesn’t control me and supports everything I do. We have been together for 39 years/36 of them married. (He married me when I was twelve lol, not really but I was pretty young)
It is nice when people tell you things like that and makes you feel good. But I think the most important thing is to be proud of yourself and how you live your life. You cannot wait for the world to think you are great. You have to think of yourself as great and be proud of yourself and your accomplishments. The world, unfortunately doesn’t care so much about you. It can be a very, harsh and unforgiving place. Go do good things, give yourself a hug and always be proud of who you are. That’s what really matters.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could put on a shield, a big yellow straw hat over our heart and protect it from getting burned, like we do with the sun. Protect it from getting broken, protect it from getting diseased and old. If only we could, then we would live a safer life. But would it be better?
Is life meant to be lived safer? Is it better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all? I think it is about protecting, being cautious. Calculated risks, that is what living is about. Loving and losing is just a part of life.
She is out living her life, protected by the yellow straw hat. 🙂 Feeling the warmth of the sun and the water. Not worrying about the suns rays, yet she is still enjoying the the warmth and the water. Being outside. Go out and live your life, love deeply. Get your yellow hat, enjoy the sun let your worries go and just live.
Life isn’t about avoiding risks. It’s about making C A L C U L A T I O N S and going all in with the things you love. ❤
This is my favorite place in the whole world. It is safe and warm, peaceful. I have a beautiful king size bed with an electric blanket. At night while I’m washing my face and doing my nighttime routine, I make sure to turn it on so that it is nice and warm when I get into bed.
Next to my side of the bed I have a beautiful desk that has all my stuff on it. Paper and journals, with all of my favorite pens. There are books I’m reading, books I want to read, my kindle of course. There are monthly magazines on how to organize, how to make dinner in one pot, and loose 1″ a week from your belly.
I have snacks, oh do I have snacks. My favorite one right now is brownie brittle. OMG it is sooooo good. When I get down to my last bag, I put a trip to the grocery store on my, “To Do” list right away.
I have an atomizer for my aroma therapy. Every night that is going with some kind of synergy aroma. Breath Easy, Peace, Calming, A Good Night’s Sleep, etc. It has warm lighting too. It changes automatically.
Then my two most favorite additions to the entire place are the girls. Miss Elsa and Bella, my two dogs. They both sleep in our room. Elsa will sleep in her bed, tucked away in the corner until I come to bed and put her up with me. She is old and can’t see very well anymore and can’t jump that high either. Bella keeps my bed warm for me until I get into bed. When that happens, she retires to her chair.
My room, it’s my safe peaceful place. Warm and full of love ❤
Hi, I’m someone who is starting a new chapter in her life. It is my time to shine. I have a story to tell and I want the world to read it. You don’t learn to play the piano and then never let anyone hear you play. You don’t learn how to dance and dance alone. So I think of writing stories the same way. If you write it down, someone will read it.
I first became interested in writing when I was very young after reading, “The Diary of Anne Frank.” That book changed my life and made me always want to write. I also have read the the Little House books, by Laura Ingalls Wilder. You just never know what kind of impact your stories will have on this world. I’m pretty sure when Anne Frank was writing her diary, she never thought it would be a required reading in school someday. It seemed to me that her writing about her life the way she did just helped her get through day to day drama’s.
I am a 50 something homemaker who has raised her family, and did the best she knew how to. I am sure I made my share of mistakes but I am only a human. I am a wife, a mother. My husband and children are the most important things in my life. There is nothing I would not give them or do for them. That being said, my family like all families are having their growing pains and for me this is just a moment in time. The story is not finished yet, so I am just going to stick with my faith and believe it is all going to work out for the best. There are lessons that need to be learned and the I will stay with the big picture and pray for strength. I will pray that the decisions that are being made will bring us all back together again someday. I believe in miracles, and I believe in good.
I am blessed with a husband who loves me and loves his family. He has been a wonderful father and provider.(we have been married going on 36 years this August and we are still the best of friend) He always says to me, “Come grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.” And, “Life is what happens when you are making other plans.” He’s the best !!!