First off, I’d like to point you over to Alma Alexander’s website. Back in the Dawn of the First Age of the Interwebs, Alma and her husband Deck were part of a Usenet group called misc.writing. A few days ago, I wrote a blog post about the book they co-wrote: Letters from the Fire. They… Continue reading Na-No Excuses
I swear, I’m going to erect a steel barrier, soundproofed and sealed, and I’m going to label it The Zone.
I’m all kinds of grumptastic today. This was me, leaving for work this morning: The I realized, that’s pretty much me every day going to work anymore. There’s something seriously wrong with this world. Okay, there are a LOT of things wrong with the world, and many of them are way worse than the one… Continue reading One of “Those” Days
Have you ever been in the drive-thru for Starbucks, pulled up and had the barista say, “The car in front of you paid for your coffee. Have a nice day!” Okay, neither have I. I haven’t won the lottery yet, either. Regardless, I know people who have had this happen, and I’ve made it happen… Continue reading Pay It Forward – Author Style
But… When I finish writing a story, or a blog post… or even a particularly good scene… I feel radiant. I feel completely and wholly alive and I bristle with energy.
I promised it, and I’m here to deliver. Since I wrote my last post, I’ve given thought to exactly how I wanted to lay out my vision board. I pondered the idea of whiteboards, cork boards, chalk boards, random pieces of paper, smoke signals, video-taped interpretive dance… I finally settled on a large poster board with… Continue reading My Vision Success Board
I broke up with Facebook. I deactivated my account. And I’ll tell you what — just like any good abuser, Facebook laid the guilt on thick.
Is it Mother’s Day weekend yet? How about now? NOW? I’m ready for my break in a big, big way. The last several days have been an insomnia-induced fog zone of complete and utter zombie-Shanan. Yesterday, I could hardly feel my feet I was so tired. I swear there are Universal forces, and that those… Continue reading Curve Balls
JK Rowling didn’t become JK Rowling because she quit her job. She worked. She wrote on the train. She raised her kids. She used her support network and took to writing over tea on the weekends at a local coffee shop.
In other words, she did exactly what I’ve been doing all along. I share a handful of circumstances with my personal hero, and can learn a lot by taking a long, hard look at how she came about her success.
I spend time on social media, therefore, I am inundated with affirmation images. Sometimes they resonate with me, but most of the time, they kind of make me want to gag. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the power of positive thinking. I’ve self-determined my way out of a lot of hairy shit in… Continue reading Affirmations For the Rest of Us