Do you make lemonade?
Summer is over and it's time to bring out hot chocolate and light up the bon fires!
Why, then, am I talking about lemonade???
Change is all around me. Not just changing of the seasons, which, by the way, I love. But change on every side. Sometimes change can cause disappointment or discouragement, and that's okay, as long as you grab yourself by the boot straps and get back in the race.
I had to take a break from my writing. Rejection is hard to deal with, and although it's [art of every writer's life, it can be discouraging. The best way for me to deal with that was simply taking a break. I had to, no needed to, get away from everything. I was at the point I didn't want to write, didn't want to blog, didn't want to visit my friend's blogs, didn't want to deal with anything associated with writing. I even ran and hid from my Twitter feed.
I tried to give up on my dream of becoming a published author.
No more rejection.
No more disappointments.
No more writing.
But, my dear, sweet, wonderful friends, I love lemonade! So I found all those lemons I had stuffed away in the closet, pulled them out, and made some sweet, homemade, fresh-squeezed lemonade.
Too bad it's hot chocolate season...
But I have a plan *smiles deviously*
No, it's not lemon flavored hot chocolate!
I froze the lemonade to save for a rainy day in spring:)
Even though life shook me up and scattered me on the ground, I've found all the crazy pieces and I'm back in the groove. Yes, I feel like I'm starting all over, from the very beginning, just like a "newbie" but I really don't care.
Because I feel rejuvenated and excited.
Just like in kindergarten.
Just like writing should feel.
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