While this exercise in blogging feels a lot like navel gazing, when I go deeper into it, there is more … so very much more. My ability and willingness to be vulnerable and authentic makes navel gazing seem more acceptable, even if self serving and boring from outwards appearances. Call it what you will — … Continue reading don’t sweat it . . .
Tag: conscious living
When children share secrets, there's a bit of intrigue mixed with excitement. A bond is formed between those ‘in’ on information meant for no one else. A child feels trusted … special ... chosen. When adults share secrets with children, it often has the same effect, but with the weight of burden. This weight of ‘keeping’ … Continue reading silence of the lamb
Time to come clean: I have not been writing eight pages a day for my first draft. I’ve written a few pages here and there for a total of thirty pages. That’s 7,500 words towards the NaNoWriMo goal of 50,000. I’ve accepted that I possibly won’t make that goal by the end of my 30 … Continue reading status quo?
Wow. That’s it. Just ‘wow’. See, here’s the thing, and it’s something I’ve come to terms with myself with a long time ago: I am a sprinter, not a marathon runner. Regardless of the arena I find myself in, corporate world or home, I work best with focused intense efforts under short deadlines, rather than … Continue reading marathon (wo)man
There are so many things to choose to share about my journey of story for the next 29 days. (I am taking the NaNoWritMo challenge for the duration of the 30 days, as opposed to only November because, well, I got into the pool a bit late.) Posting here and writing the amount of time/pages … Continue reading a tower of babble
I am not a writer.To claim myself as such puts way too much pressure to be something I am not -- or someone I am not. I am not educated in the school of thought that it takes to make one ‘a writer’. The act of writing is heavy with responsibility; it has structure and … Continue reading emergence