“Where’s the podcast?” I tried to convert the wince that formed into a grin. Confession. I suspect it looked more like a grimace. Here’s the thing. I didn’t know where it was… not really. I…
“I love the book! What’s not to love? Great characters, a unique and exciting plot, and enough twists and turns to make even me eager to see what happens next.” My daughter gave me a…
First day of school—at a new school. Again. After half a dozen times, you’d think it’d be old hat. It never was. I remember sitting beside dad in the pickup truck, both trying to work…
If it wasn’t one thing it was another. I’d been trying to finish the last few chapters of my book around my kids’ schedules and my client’s requests. Nothing was getting done. I needed to…
“What would happen if you did get eight children all at once? Different ages? Oh, and maybe you’re young—like just out of college?” My poor husband blinked a couple of times. After all, that was…
An eager world awakes, snatches up their phones, grabs earbuds, running shoes, and a water bottle. Feet dance down porch steps as an already muggy morning greets them. A press of the button, maybe two….
Everyday routine. Come home, pull out my PACEs, pass over any Homework or Congratulations slips (business check sized slips of paper that either said, “Congratulations, your son/daughter passed her test with a 123 score” or…
Guess What, People? It’s Not a Competition!
- May 11, 2017
- Tagged as: authors, books, competing, competition, competitive, writer's life, writing
In so many areas of life, it’s all about coming out on top. Trying to get that job Playing that board game Entering that giveaway Applying for that scholarship Even “getting the girl,” right? In…
The baby screams for attention. Bleary-eyed and weary, Mama drags herself from the bed to change, feed, change again, and probably feed once more. The calendar cheerfully announces that she’s made it a full ten…
The deadline—circled in red on my planner. The absolute LAST day I can send my book off to the editor. It’s only twelve weeks away. I haven’t written a word. Two weeks pass. I’ve written…
The Alive & Writing “Hat”
