Learning More About Me In This Process

Good evening! Or morning! Or afternoon! depending on where you are in the world.  😀

So here I am, showing up. I’ll get right to it.

Writing this book and seeing an end in sight, at least for book 1, I have learned a few things about myself. Who knew? I suppose with every experience is a lesson to be learned. Here are a few things I’ve learned about myself in this book journey, so far:

1. Between being a pantser (fly by the seat of my pants)planner (more structured, writing outlines, etc.), and plantser (a bit of both) – before now I’ve always been more of a pantserI’ve always sat down to a blank screen and just allowed my mind to bleed through my fingers, typing it all out as fast as my little digits can fly, just soaring along with the flight of imagination, anticipation, and allowing my wings to carry me, with no safety net to catch me if I forget how to fly. Sometimes I allow fear to creep in, even amidst flight and start questioning myself. My wings fizzle out, I fall, and splatter all over the pavement below. Feathers everywhere. So, somewhere along the way of this book, I started being more of a planner.

First, I decided Word, alone, was not doing me any favors, so I decided to use my Nanowrimo winnings to purchase Scrivener at the prize price (I’m a creature of habit, so this is a surprising turning point for me).

Second, I revised everything I had, separating it all into scenes, and then putting them in order (one fabulous feature of Scrivener).

Third, I reviewed the scenes and decided where the chapter breaks would go.

Fourth, I made a separate text file, placing titles in an organized chart (Chapter 1, Ch 2, etc.) took every individual thread for each chapter and numbered them, so I have only a certain number of threads per chapter (and some threads continue through each chapter), in order to not overwhelm the reader with too much going on all at once, as well as keep me in line as to what story needs to be told in each chapter.

2. Absence does not necessarily make the heart grow fonder. Taking a break from the book is never a good idea – at least not for me. I am very ADD. When I take a break from something, I tend to put it on a shelf and busy myself so much with meaningless tasks (although I suppose cleaning and organizing my house and reading is not meaningless) that I have absolutely no free time to look at book work. There are really no good excuses for not getting the book work done. If I have a lot going on, I should just get up earlier or stay up later or do it on my lunch hour. At least 1 hour per day is a prerequisite if I am ever going to finish it. Thankfully, I’m on the home stretch but NOT if I keep setting it on a shelf and keep taking breaks. Look, I get up at 4am 2-3 days per week for the gym, and then go home and get clean, walk 7 steps into my office and go to work by 730. There is always an hour, whether at lunch or after work. If I have an appointment at lunch and a supper to go out to after work, I can simply stay up an hour later than I normally do and get the work done.

3. I’m a better writer in the morning, although the occasional evening has provided much motivation AFTER I get started. If I don’t make the effort to sit down and do the work, it won’t get itself done. If I do carve out an hour, I find that after 15-30 minutes, I’m totally in the zone and can sometimes turn one hour into 2 or 3, if I have it to spare.

4. I can actually be funny. I am so NOT a funny person. Silly, yes. Funny? Only in my own mind. But when I was re-reading my chapter 1 to see what I needed to revise, I found a paragraph that made me laugh so hard, I cried. I had forgotten what I wrote, and reading it out loud to Buddy (my dog), that paragraph just made me bust a gut!! And this book is not meant to be funny. It’s more of a dark, adventuresome fantasy/drama for young adults – though there are pieces of humor, innocent romance, suspense, horror, mystery, etc.

5. I have a book deadline text doc in my Scrivener project also, as well as on my desk paper calendar and phone calendar, and while this is useful to have a schedule, I sort of feel the deadlines have been stressing me out and stifling my creativity because it makes me feel limited, so I kept the deadline file but add (or plus 3-10+ days, give or take) to each day’s deadlines, so this gives me a framework to see where I am and where I need to be in any given week. It shows me where I need to go from here. The good thing is I can change it and update it each week, which I have done pretty much every week. Honestly, I’m not sure how the deadlines are helping me. I suppose it lights a fire under me on some days. Other days, fear makes me put it on a shelf.

6. I have to keep telling myself (and I put a sign in front of me at my desk, as well as on the top of my daily schedule) DO THE WORK EVERY DAY IF YOU WANT TO GET TO WHERE YOU WANT TO BE. ACTION IS THE FIRST STEP TO COMPLETION = SUCCESS.

I’ve learned a bit more about myself through this journey but these are but a few of the nuggets I wanted to share with you today.

You have to find what works for you. If you have that dream, that goal, that thing you want so badly you can taste it, don’t let anything stop you from working toward it. If you want the thing, you have to take action. Talking to me, too. Do the thing. Get a few steps closer to where you want to be. Because if you don’t try, you’ll never know how amazing you can be, and how easy and wonderful life can become. Don’t stay in the same place. Don’t allow yourself to get stagnant. One of your many purposes? You were put here to grow. So bloom.

What have you done today or this week to get you a few steps closer to what you want? Do you know what you want?

Love ya!

Carol xoxo

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Plotting Along…

Hi y’all. As you know, I’ve attempted to be mostly off of social media for a bit. I’m still at that point but I may post to the blog a little more often than I have. I’ve had a few friends ask me about my blog and tell me they were missing it so I’ll schedule in time to post at least once every other week if not once a week. I must admit, I have missed speaking to you guys on a regular basis. I miss our engagement, our connection. Alas, the life of a writer is much a solitary one, and I admit to appreciating that also. Working from home is right up my alley, as I no longer have to deal with fake gossipy drama-mamas in the corporate setting. Thank You, Lord! Plus, it doesn’t hurt to love your job, working from home and the people you do work for.

Lately, I’ve been going through so many mood changes, and I’m presently experiencing a shift – hard to explain but I’ll try. The mood changes are mostly just a roller coaster of emotion, due to my daughter being a senior in high school, her being accepted to her college of choice, choosing her dorm roommate, planning her grad party and trip, her just turning 18. It’s exciting. It’s an adventure. It’s emotionally draining and bittersweet. As most of you know, Hallie and I have always been extremely close. Our nicknames for each other are Lorelai and Rory (you’ll understand if you’ve ever watched Gilmore Girls). And it sickens me to think of her moving to college next year and not living in this house – only to visit on weekends, holidays and summer break. I don’t even want to imagine what it’ll be like because I want to cry, and then, honestly, to throw up. I know I have to let go. I’m just not ready. It hurts my heart too much. I’m used to her going on trips for a week or two. I miss her, of course, but I take comfort in knowing she’ll be home, as I count down the days. Don’t misunderstand. I do have things on my ‘To Do’ list that I take pride in accomplishing while she’s gone and I do appreciate my alone time. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss my little love monkey. Maybe I can’t use the word “little” anymore, but she will always be my little one, my wee one, my baby, even after she’s 40. Thankfully, she doesn’t mind my nicknames for her. She has nicknames for me, too.  😉

The shift I’m undergoing is multi-faceted. I’ve been on a journey of exploration – not just for the self but being more mindful of others and taking in all of the possibilities for connection with others – looking out for like-minded people to associate myself with but also “trying” to be mindful of others in the sense that no matter their mood, I have to take into account they may be going through something I know nothing about. Such as the clerk at the grocery store or the clothing store we normally frequent. Many times, we think these people are there to serve us and be kind and high spirited while they do it. However, we must put ourselves in their shoes, if only for a moment. If we do this, we may consider that perhaps their grandpa that they were raised by just died, or they lost their best friend in a car accident, or it’s that horrid time of the month and they are in great pain. 

You never know what someone is going through. These people are not there to only serve us. We are here to serve them, as well. We can offer a smile, a kind word, something funny to say to maybe lift their spirits. If nothing else, we can offer our gentle understanding. They are just like us. They have to work to pay the bills. They have to work when they are sick because they have a child to feed and have to make the rent. I admit to sometimes being a harsh judge of people when they are hateful or rude and I have been rude as a retaliation. What sense does that make?! That’s easy. Why is it so easy to fight back with hardness and more difficult to reply with love and compassion? This is something I’ve been mindful of lately and I feel it’s changing me. Mind you, I do still have much work to do in this department, as I am still trying to rid myself of anger I strongly hold on to. I have no idea why I hang onto it.

Not only with others but within myself. I’ve always been my toughest critic, being more hard on myself and sabotaging myself rather than romancing myself, appreciating myself and my accomplishments. I tend to beat myself down over everything – every little thing. But lately, I’ve been watchful of my words, noticing how negative I tend to be on myself, trying to change the language I use. If it’s negative, I’m trying not to say it or change the wording I’d normally use. I’m trying to believe in myself, have faith in me and my abilities. I’m writing down all I’ve ever been good at, then and now, and everything I’ve accomplished. Turns out, I truly have been more of a success than a failure. Many of the things I’ve wanted to do and truly made an effort with have come to pass and I’m practicing daily gratitude for each of these things and in everything I have in my life that makes me thankful and happy.

Normally, I have resting-bitch-face – not because I’m feeling bitchy or depressed or irritable, but because I don’t think about how my face is resting. LOL! Often, I’m contemplating something and that’s how my face is – in contemplation mode, or I’m extremely tired because I walked the dog like 10 times during the night, got up at 4am to go to the gym, worked all day, worked on my book after that, had to go to a meeting or event after that and I’m feeling very DONE with the day.

Lately, I’m practicing mindfulness on the muscles in my face. I actually think I may have inherited my grandmother’s facial expressions. She even frowned in her sleep! I don’t want her facial expressions. So I’m focusing on a slight constant smile, just barely there, enough to lighten my forehead muscles. I’m focusing on every blessing I’ve been granted each day and I’m being actively thankful – meaning thanking the Lord daily, telling these special people how much I love them and how amazing they are, hugging and smooching and laughing at my silly dog, appreciating our home and land more, loving working from home and the jobs I do and the income to pay our bills and save for important things, appreciating going to a great gym and getting healthier, and just every special thing and person, even what may sound small to some – sometimes it’s the smallest blessings that make the biggest impact/difference, and I’m thankful for each one.

Another thing I’m trying to learn is to Let Go and Let God. Being a control freak, this is a hard one, but I’m learning little by little. I am letting go of things and people that no longer serve my life in a positive way. I actually just joined a group that I thought would strengthen my character and spirituality as well as offer friendship and connection but learned that group was not the answer so, after 2 meetings, I let that go. I no longer have space or time in my life for what does not assist me or help me grow in some way on my journey. Joining and leaving that group only helped to further teach me that lesson.

Another mood swing is the novel I’ve been working on since 2013. I cannot count the varied emotions I’ve been going through. I birthed this story with great enthusiasm and excitement, only to set it on a shelf because I had too many clients at different times, too many things going on and I did not have any further time to devote to it. I did have to pay the bills and that was more important. As time went on, I got better clients, bigger contracts, but didn’t want to face the book, because I let fear distract me – fear and lack of faith in myself.

So now, I’m happy to say that I am 95% finished with the book. I thought I was actually finished but am reworking chapter 6. I’m thinking I may even interweave it with chapter 5 or 7 or just leave it the smallest chapter in the book. I kept giving myself a deadline, which in many ways is helpful, while at the time was putting an obstacle in my path. The deadline was more stifling my writability and creativity than bolstering my motivation and ambition to get in touch with my muse. My muse heard DEADLINE and ran for cover! So I will work on my book daily, finish when I finish, revise, revise, revise, then query agents and publish. And then become a #1 New York Times bestselling author.

I am learning to have faith in myself. I am learning to trust myself, love myself, believe in my pursuits – my dreams – my goals. I’m learning to lift myself up to new heights and tell myself only good things and reaching, stretching for a higher plane of existence. There is nothing wrong in bettering myself. I have everything I have ever prayed for, except the one. And the one? It’s only a matter of divine timing, inspired action, and persistence.

What have you been up to lately? Share all your joys, your pursuits, your progress, your fears, your expectations, your news. I have missed you greatly and I only wish for you good things, always.

Love you!

Carol

(P.S. Oh, and that picture? I’m just dreaming of cool Fall weather, wishing for long-sock-wearing, gushy-sweater-wearing weather. Please, chilly Fall breezes – come to Mississippi?). And sorry for the very wordy post…

Write in Your Own Unique and Magical Way

We writers try to get our hands and eyes on every piece of information regarding the myriad of ways, forms, and fashions in which well-known writers write/have written. We try to imitate, emulate, grasp for any minuscule scrap of inspiration in which to awaken our creative muse. Stop and think about that for a minute. WE are looking at THEIR stuff to awaken OUR creative muse. And then we wonder why we have writer’s block?! Maybe it’s because we are trying to be more like them to get at what they have. We want what they have. We need to embrace what WE have.

We will never shed the skin of incompetence if we are trying too hard to grab onto what someone else has. It’s like comparing ourselves to them, trying to study them, trying to be like them. Don’t misunderstand – it’s all well and good to study and read and enjoy the works of others. It does feed the creativity and inspiration bug. But studying more on how someone else does something to improve your own writing might stifle your efforts just a bit. You can take all the creative writing classes in the world and study the works of every NYT best-selling author in your genre and still fall flat on your face.

Face it. You want to be the next J. K. Rowling. C. S. Lewis. Tolkien. No. You want to surpass them. Your first step in attaining this goal? Stop trying to be like them. Stop trying to write like them. Stop trying to beat them. Be yourself. Write from your own unique perspective.

Each person on the planet was born into a unique set of circumstances. We each were born with a mission, and we each have many purposes. We were not placed here to be someone else. We were not replicated. We are not clones nor robots. We have our own mind, behaviors, imagination and quirks that no one else has. We are each unique and special and it’s from that uniqueness you should find your writing groove. There is no one else quite like you. No one else has what you have. No one else has your voice nor can write like you. Own that. These are TREASURES!

Do you find yourself stuck quite a bit on your writing journey? There are so many reasons for this: Trying to be like someone else. Trying to be as good as… Not enough self-worth, not enough faith in ourselves, overthinking everything, the thought of “One day, I’ll be published. I’ll be famous. I won’t have to worry about how to pay the bills ever again!” All these things block us, psychologically and creatively, as well as emotionally, spiritually and mentally.

So my advice? And this goes out to me, too. Write from your own heart, your own soul, your own mind. Don’t wait for inspiration to strike, or for your muse to awaken, or a free hour in your day to show up, to actually sit there and write. You make the time each day, wherever you can. You do it because you cannot live your life without making time to do that thing you love – writing, imagining, playing/conversing with your imaginary friends. Get up 2 hours earlier. Stay up 2 hours later. But work it in somehow. Write during your lunch hour. Write instead of watching 3 hours of tv.

Make your inspiration:

Use a coffee cup that inspires you – either sit it on your writing space & fill it with writing tools or fill it with coffee/tea.

Fix yourself a glass of wine, or two, or three, if that helps with your flow.

Put on a “magic shirt” or “magic cape” in which to stir your muse.

Buy a “magic quill” and bottle of ink and sit it on your writing space. Or just a photo of it.

Heck! Go break off a limb and craft your own “magic wand” if that’s what gets you inspired! Or turn your pencil into a wand by decorating. Point it at your screen or tablet of paper or your brain and command, “Wake, Creative Muse! Create! Work through my mind and fingers! Make my writing great!” LOL (Go check out this cool page I found on creating your own magic wands out of pencils!)

Find something fun and add it to your writing routine. But make it your own.

And don’t focus on the end goal of being published. That’s putting way too much pressure on yourself. Just write because you love it. Do it for the fun of it. And if, one day, you finish the book and you revise and revise and revise and proof and proof and polish, then perhaps you can attempt to get it out into the world. But even if it never gets there, you have accomplished a great feat! You finished what you started. And that’s big. HUGE!

Ciao for now. Smooches! xoxo

-Carol

Catching up – everything and the kitchen sink

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So I realize I’ve been absent a while. Many of you know I started a new adventure – my family etsy store. Not only have I been busy creating, filling custom orders and managing the biz, I have been studying up on other items we will soon be adding. (By the way, the store is http://www.etsy.com/shop/cedarcreekhaven and if you want a 10% off coupon, one will go out in the upcoming March newsletter, and you can sign up for it here.) Also thinking about adding a blog related to the store and creating/crafting, perhaps showing how-to’s, perhaps how-to instructional videos, step-by-step how to’s…I don’t know…it’s just a thought. Not sure if people would be into or open to that. What do you think?

But my absence is not only in relation to being busy with our store. I’ve been working, of course, with my clients (non-store related) and, admittedly, I’ve not made much time for writing. Like everything I do in life, I put it off. I put off what’s important to me. I push it off the plate, talking myself out of it, as if I have no time for it, or I tell myself I’m not a good enough writer or look for some sort of way to self-sabotage because that’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. Okay, maybe not with everything. I mean, I have run businesses that I started myself and ran for years and actually loved it and was quite successful. I question myself there, too. How could I have been?

***I had an idea. I didn’t spend a ton of time planning and thinking about it. I just thought about it for a day or two, made a quickie 1-day plan, started finding ways of drumming up business, got booked for a couple of months making more per hour for myself than half that working for someone else, put my 2 weeks notice in at my regular job that I hated, and POOF! I was running with it and I ran with it for years.

Then the recession hit the fan and I was offered a full-time gig working for one of my clients, so I took it while the taking was good and before I ran out of work. Girl’s gotta pay the bills. Plus, firms were slowing down on calling my freelance legal service. After years of being highly sought after, the calls stopped, but I could still pay the bills because I opted for the full-time gig. Smart, right? I mean, sure, the money was good and I had benefits but isn’t there more to being happy than that? It can’t be all about the money and benefits package.

What about the inner-most callings of your heart? My heart?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a writer. A writer of books. Of course, I didn’t know when I was 5 or 6, it was about books. At that time, it was about making up funny songs and imaginative, adventurous stories to tell my dolls (Patty, Lisa, and Tender Love Baby Doll) and stuffed animal (Peaches, the Wonder Dog!), and oh my, how they loved hearing them, as they sat on the edge of their seats, gripping the covers, wide-eyed and gasping, on the edge of my bed, and sometimes couldn’t even contain themselves, as they fell right off.

And then time passes by and your stories have become private – your innermost secrets not shared with anyone. Not even your dolls because they are packed away.

And then time passes and you’ve lost all belief in yourself, so you stop writing. Anything.

I sat one day thinking I used to write great imaginative stories that my teachers loved and asked to keep. I used to write poetry and songs. I even wrote love letters to my beloved one-day husband, or who I wished to be my husband – not that I had anyone particular in mind but more of a dream of what I wanted him to be… I never met him. I married once, had the daughter of my dreams and lifelong prayers, and happily divorced. My daughter is still the child of my dreams and prayers, and I’m happy being single, but deep inside, very very deep inside, I still wonder what it would be like to have that best friend, that confidant, that man that actually listened when I had something to share, and actually remembered what I said. That man who knows how to make me laugh when things have become too serious and knows how to make me laugh just because he knows I love to laugh. That best friend who shares his soul and allows me to be heard, respected and treasured. I still wonder if he exists. Who knew I had any sense of being a hopeless romantic?! I surprise myself. Or maybe it’s just me living in my own little dream world bubble.

Even the thought of the love letters drifted through the years and I had resigned myself to never marry, adopt my daughter when I turned 35 and live happily ever after as a writer or secretary. I knew one thing for certain. I had to have my baby girl. Thankfully, love is blind and I married and had her and she looked like me, which made me appreciate my looks for the first time. Since then, she’s brought me to appreciate so much more about me and about life and about humanity and God. Actually, she brings out the best in me. She helped me to appreciate my mother more and to see everything differently. I treasure every second with my mom and daughter.

And I was a secretary for over 20 years.

More time passes and you start writing again because if you don’t, you’ll just burst! The voices in my head could no longer be stifled. I had to let them have their say before I lost my mind. I tried to ignore them for years. They were just not having it. I’d start a book. Then, at 2 am, I had a nightmarish idea for another book, so got up to write everything I could remember about that dream. Then, I’d start another book from another dream. Other voices showed up. It was a nightmare! Creation overload much?! Some might be thankful for the outpouring of such creativity but I was easily overwhelmed, I have to say. I told the voices that I have a job and a family and I need sleep, so the voices stopped again. The cool dreams stopped. I worked, I was there for my family. And then I wrote articles and sold them to magazines. And I ghostwrote stuff for clients, which worked well. I edited for them, proofread, a little of everything really, but I still, deep in my soul, was unhappy. I just could not understand. I gave up writing books, even though it made my heart so full of joy, and I’ll tell you why…

It wasn’t earning me any money. It can take years to write a book, especially when you are working full-time hours and taking care of a home as a single parent and raising a family. It just didn’t seem feasible. And I was giving myself negative self-talk such as “You aren’t a writer. You’ll never be any good. What are you doing? Why waste your time? You have no talent.” Actually, I was looking for ways to sabotage myself. It’s what I do.

I go back and forth with this all the time and I don’t know that this time will stick but I’ve been making small steps lately, making changes, trying to simplify my life. I realized and I’ve known for a long time I’m a hypersensitive person. Everything affects me. I cannot watch the news or read it or even hear about much of it because I will go home and cry my eyes out. I cannot see graphic pictures and videos that hurt my heart, mind, and soul, so I am careful what I view and I’ve been in the process of deleting Facebook “friends” who choose to post such crap and say stupid stuff like “Oh, I should have warned this video was graphic. Sorry, not sorry.” Some of my friends call me an empath. I don’t know what I am except I am going to be careful what I let into my brain because I am a very sensitive and emotional person. I feel deeply and I think it sucks. I guess that’s one thing that can possibly make a writer good – you can feel the feelings of every character easily. And since I’ve been so unhappy not writing what’s truly in my heart, I’ve decided to get back to it. I did participate in Nanowrimo in November, so that was a step in the right direction for the book I’ve worked on for the last 2-3 years. It’s more than half finished so that’s another perk. Much of the research has been done. I’ve talked with several experts in various fields, so there’s much truth to my fantasy adventure YA novel series. No more am I going to focus, at all, on ever having it published. I may continue to get my finished children’s book out there – I have been submitting to agents for a little while. From now on, when I write, I will write for me. I will act as if never another set of eyes will grace my typed pages and when it reaches completion, once I’ve revised once and twice and polished and proofed and final, I will then, and only then, take it to my Beta readers and decide if it’s meant to be out in the world.

And since I’ve been so unhappy not writing what’s truly in my heart, I’ve decided to get back to it. I did participate in Nanowrimo in November, so that was a step in the right direction for the book I’ve worked on for the last 2-3 years. It’s more than half finished and books 2, 3 and 4 all have a bit of work done so that’s another perk. Much of the research has been done. I’ve talked with several experts in various fields, so there’s much truth to my fantasy adventure YA novel series. No more am I going to focus, at all, on ever having it published. I may continue to get my finished children’s book out there – I have been submitting to agents for a little while. From now on, when I write, I will write for me. I will act as if never another set of eyes will grace my typed pages and when it reaches completion, once I’ve revised once and twice and polished and proofed and finalized, I will then, and only then, take it to my Beta readers and decide if it’s meant to be out in the world.

But until then, I write for me.

***(reading back over this, I think I need to return to this plan – not the legal thing but the 1-2 day brainstorm/planning, 1 day of going with the plan and taking action, getting the word out, getting clients booked and just go, go, go!) Stop thinking. Start doing. Thinking is my biggest problem. It’s always been my biggest problem. I overthink everything!

Anywho, sorry for my rambling on. Just wanted to catch you up on everything and I got carried away. But now you are all caught up. Did I leave anything out? Sounds like I put in everything but the kitchen sink. Oh, guess I just added that. Huh?

I hope you are all well as are your loved ones. Drop me a line and let me know how everything’s going. I’ll attempt to do better on updating more regularly. And I’ll try not to be too wordy.

Love, hugs and smooches,

Carol

 

Check out my published article

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Hey guys! I think some of you knew but I don’t remember posting it on here. I had a piece published in parent.co and I’d love for you to check it out and share it with your friends on Facebook.

The link is in my Facebook Writer page and the article is pinned to the top of the page.  Let me know what you think? The title was changed but everything else is mine. I’m posting through Facebook, because shares and likes are being recorded by the magazine.

https://www.facebook.com/adjustingyourfocus/

Hope you’re well,

Carol

Sorry for being MIA – Have a Fabulous Turkey Day!!

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Just wanted to drop a line or two or a few…

Sorry for being MIA. I have been working on NaNoWriMo and updating more on Instagram (@carolblakesessums) than anywhere else lately.

I will be more present and updating more regularly to the blog come January. December will be even crazier than November with Christmas and revising/polishing my book, so if I don’t see y’all on the blog, hopefully I’ll catch you on Instagram or I’ll see you back here in January. I haven’t forgotten you or the blog, so just know you are loved and special and thought about and I hope you have a fabulous, fun, filling Thanksgiving with all your favorite foods, family and friends! That’s a lot of F-words! The good kind! Believe it or not, I did not actually plan it that way. Ha! Just one o’ them things…

Go out there and make some memories. Don’t forget to take pictures!

*smooch*

Love ya,

Carol

Nanowrimo 2016 – Time to lose our minds

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“Are you crazy?”

“No, I’m a writer.”

“Om…isn’t that the same thing?”

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Join us, one and all (children and teens included), and join in on the intense month of intense writing. Get your writing frenzy on! I’m ready! *coffee in hand*