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Learning to Grow

9 Dec

Excel spreadsheets. That I knew. Word documents. Not so much.

I could use bold, cut, paste, and even highlight, but now I was a writer and it was time to know more. My dream of publishing a book required more knowledge and a massive list of to-dos.

But the things I had begun to list…most of them, foreign. Copyright, trademark, ISBN, bar code, cover design, formatting, marketing. What’s a domain? And how do I get one? What does print ready really mean? What’s the difference between publisher and printer? Library of Congress? Books in Print? Really? REALLY?

So, wide-eyed and curious beget an expedition to learn. If I didn’t know it, I looked it up. Thank goodness for Google, website forums, and help menus! I read and read. I played and maneuvered and practiced; until I felt it was enough. I borrowed my well-read daughter to edit and I contracted a home town book binder to print. With a near nothing budget, I proceeded.

And I did it. And I’m proud.

My first book delivered and my first book is worthy. It may never make it to a brick and mortar bookstore, but it’s worthy. It’s my building block and foundation for more.

How about you? What is that aspiration you’ve yet to conquer? If you’ve read my book “I opened to voices that said yes and rebelled to those that said no” you’ll understand how I got here. And those voices can help you learn to grow too!

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And So It Begins!

17 Nov

A writer. Who would’ve believed? I surely never did.

A blog. When thoughts transformed into words, an opening began.

A dream. A series of books…life lessons from my heart, eventually to include other writer’s stories as well.

A book. My first! The beginning of a dream come true.

I proudly and enthusiastically present…

The Evolution of a Stir - Front Cover

It tells of my journey…a series of revelations that began a process of change. Each a short story, each a life lesson, each prodding me forward.

With a limited number of print books available*, get yours now! One of those life lessons may speak just to you!

Click here for more information and purchase!

 

List, Lists, Listing, Listings

27 Feb

Lists

I inherited this from my mom…keeping a list.  I constantly make them. In high school, instead of doodle, I’d make a list…a list of states, a list of state capitols, a list of professional football teams.

Currently, I have a…

Wish List
To Do List
Bucket List
Grocery List
Things I am Grateful For List
List of Ex-Boyfriends
List of must haves for a current boyfriend (precisely why I have a List of Ex-Boyfriends)

And I have another list…a list of ABC’s…positive words describing who I am.  The operative word is positive.  It’s easy to list all the negatives but sometimes it takes more effort to realize the good we have in all of us.

Analytical
Bright
Classy
Determined
Encouraging
Faithful
Graceful
Hopeful
Inspiring
Joyful
Kindhearted
Loving
Meaningful
Notable
Optimistic
Playful
Quiet
Ready
Strong
Trustworthy
Unique
Veracious
Writer
X-cited
Yearning
Zealous

Do it…make your own ABC list…positives only!

Path to a Friend

6 Feb

I had never met her.  Only from his words of love and adoration, did I have a sense of who she was.

He…a dear friend that lost his life in a fishing accident…was someone special.  He had many friends and united in grief, we muddled through the pain.  After a week of deep emotions and wistful tributes, the silence became a dim cavity of devotion.

I wrote her a letter…his mom.  He spoke so proud and preciously of her, I knew she had to know.  With tears for a woman I had never met, I mailed my heartfelt words.

Months later, still reeling in the pain, I felt a need to revisit the church in which his service was held.  And I felt a need to meet her.

I made my way to the church, trying diligently to keep the tears inside.  A bit early, I paused to look at various pictures on the wall.   A sweet elderly lady asked if she could help me.  I timidly declined.

Making my way to the back of the sanctuary, I took my seat.  I saw the music director who sang at his service, a beautiful accolade in song.   His perch on the raised platform reminded me.  Although the church was large and much space between us, the director felt compelled to come speak with me.  I was a stranger, yet something drew him to me.  I told him who I was and why I was present.  He now pointed to the sweet lady that had approached me in the hall.  That was her.

A bit into the service, I stared into the stained glass to refrain from tears,  just as I had during the memorial service.  But it was too much, too reminiscent of that day.  Feeling the tears flow, I made a quiet exit through the back doors.  As I fled down the hall, I heard someone call my name.  As if she knew me, it was her.

We, these strangers, had now become friends.  In an immediate and unknowable way, we embraced…no words, no explanation…just tears.

That day began a bond of a sweet and perfect friendship.  Although it’s been years since, we carry a place in our hearts…for him, and for each other.  No doubt that day, heaven was directing our paths.

Firsts!

9 Jan

Just as we record our firsts as children, we should record them as adults.  That wasn’t clear to me, until as a fifty-something, I realized how many new things I was experiencing…

First dog “New Love” – May 2012

First blood donation – June 2012

First major life epiphany “Born to Write?” – July 2012

First submission for publishing – August 2012

First time to read a blog – September 2012

First poem “Dear Daughter” – October 2012

First major leap of faith “Leap of Courage” – December 2012

First tweet! – January 2013

And as I reflect over those firsts, I see a new batch just yearning for record.  I have never, but I will…

…be officially published

…eat at the Beehive

…explore Big Bend National Park

…work the front line of a natural disaster

…attend the Albuquerque Balloon Festival

…participate in a charity walk

…write the lyrics to a song

…zip line!

What will be your next first?

A Time to Hibernate

23 Dec

I have long had a disdain for winter. Ample sun, bare feet, and warm temperatures normally trump a bitter cold day.

This year is different.  Many things in my life are changing, and my renewed self is seeing the positive in the once negative.  A time for hibernation has come…a time to store up for spring.  As I enter into my new life, I view this as a season to write.

While I hibernate in my winter, I will awake in my spring.

The Beginning

28 Sep

Defined as a diary online, a blog is a frequently updated personal journal, intended for public viewing.  Just as in life, it is what you make it.  I define mine as purpose…an arena to become that something I have never known.

With faith, courage, and determination, I delve into the world of writing.   While I seek publishing in other forums, writing here will allow me to share my passion more readily. Expressing myself through words, in my way, I invite you along the journey.

In this season of change, as the leaves begin their transition, I begin mine.

May your soul stir…

 

 

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