Writing/Stories/Sneak Peeks

In the writing is the learning.

As a reading writing specialist, I know that writing in community is much more profitable for most people than writing in seclusion.

Oh yes, some writers have been known to be loners. But the majority of us need community to drive us forward.

We need something that spurs us on. Something that forces us to write, to edit, to publish.

The Revisionaries are such a group.
They are my lifeline to writing. And when I say writing, I don't mean the writing that I have done every day since... God please don't remind me how long.

I mean the writing that has some sort of end in sight. The writing that produces story. Story with plot, character development, and the full process of writing.

1. Pre-writing
2. Writing
3. Revision
4. Editing
5. Publishing

This group of girls has totally WOW'd me.
All of us know that we have found the gem of a lifetime.
And to add to the fun we have all sorts of resources available between us all.
Between our own lives and husbands' or friends' lives we have it all.

I don't know if you have a group like this. A group that you connect to in ways like no other. I encourage you to find one. I found mine in Romance Writer's of America.

I encourage you to seek until you find.!
njromance

Relationships/Loves/Passions

 Q, my love, and I are enjoying our birthdays this season.
Each of us are being stretched because we are starting a new business. We are totally leaning in on the truth that a business built to help people is a profitable endeavor.
We are excited about it. Even though we go at everything totally differently.

Q thinks in a straight line. His daily rituals can be counted on. He is not what I would call set in his ways, because he can move these around a little bit. But, He is what one might call concrete/sequential about life.

I,  on the other hand, am considered abstract/random in attacking any and everything. From sentences to cleaning, from a blog to a garden. My brain just doesn't think in a straight line.

I've been trying to decide what color to paint my office. I waffle between grey & yellow or grey & pink. This morning on our way out to eat Sunday lunch we were talking about some pain I'm experiencing in my sciatic nerve (ouch) and as I smiled and added - "and — I don't have any more perfume".

He laughed out loud and added, " and I think that pink will be the color of my office."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, honey, I just thought I'd add it to your thoughts because I was sure you would pull it from the air soon enough."

I giggled. It is true.

Are you abstract/random or concrete/sequential?

Enjoy your day,
and  remember
Forever Love Happens,
njromance

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Body/Mind/Soul

Autumn has arrived. She clothed herself with beauty. Her fall colors escape into the hillsides, explode on the horizons, and creep into my soul. Yellow, orange, deep red, bright red, each green turning brown. Turning  and fading.
I'm older than I was.
Yet in the age comes a beauty I did not know would arrive on the scene. My hair once dark deep brunette is covered in silver. My face with never a blemish is kissed with wrinkles of time.
Not all of my wrinkles were wrought from laughter, not all of my wrinkles were wrought with tears. But all of my wrinkles are treasured. They are mine.
My life has been full and will continue to bring many more joys and many more sorrows.
And yet, life is still bringing firsts. You know the firsts:
Your first lost tooth.
Your first broken bone.
Your first love.
Your first kiss.
Your first broken heart.
Your firsts are milestones. A place to benchmark the growth, the life, the experiences.
I'm 60 today.
For the first time in my life I am settled. My soul is planted firmly in the loves of Blue Moon, our little home.
After only 14 months it is a haven for my writing.
Do you have such a place? It need not look like ours, but if it calms your soul, find comfort. If it doesn't, I encourage you to find a place that does.
Our souls need rest to find their creative voice.
Our souls need new firsts. But without a place to rest sometimes they aren't anticipated, nor received. They are simply added on to the other stuff of life.
Count them. Write them down. Treasure all of them - the good, the bad, the hard, the small.
I'm thankful I have.
njromance

Gratitude. Appreciation. Thankful.
The Season To Remember How Much We Have Been Given.