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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-46

Embed from Getty Images This week is traditionally the week I pause to review how I did with my goals, reassess my five-year plan, and look forward into the new year.  This is the time to be like two-faced Janus, the Roman god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, and endings.  In the review mirror:  Last year, I attended at least one book signing a month, expanded my twitter followers to more than 2500 (goal was 3,000, so falling a little short, and got A Ship of Pearl nominated by a librarian for “2017 Soon to be Famous Illinois Authors.”  And…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-45

Last week marked the end of my consulting at Adello. What started as a month, turned out to be nine months.  I may be asked back after the New Year, but for now, it’s goodbye.  I kept it low-profile because, well, you know, who wants to say goodbye, if it’s not real.  Still, a strawberry shortcake piled high with whipped cream frosting and the most lovely card ever, and I left feeling so, so seen and appreciated.

Here are a few more things, in no particular order that remind me how blessed my life is:

 Rez Book Club: A group of friends who like to read and who also care enough to spread kindness.

 A freelance writing job where

Holiday stress. A reason to rejoice?

I feel a little stress this week. Why? Because I have too much.  Yup, that’s what it boils down to. Here’s what I mean: A job writing for a company whose product helps save people’s lives; An family of origin who still loves getting together to celebrate Christmas; A family I helped create who loves tradition; A book club that gives back to the community; A choir that welcomes my flute; Amazing people who I meet to interview for the newspapers I write for; Neighbors who feel comfortable dropping by; A treasure trove of Christmas decorations; The ability to sew…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-43

What? This is post #43 of a weekly breather. I do believe I skipped a few weeks. There are 3 weeks left in the year and 52 weeks in a year. That means, hmmm.. 52-46=6. I went six weeks without a breather or a pause. The weather is warm, my Christmas list is under control, and CoCo got a clean bill or health. That seems like reasons enough to sigh a breath of relief. Here are few more reasons, in no particular order, why I’m smiling this week: School Christmas concerts: One for Mr. D last Friday, one for Mr.…

Pause, Breathe and take stock

An FDA inspection, a birthday, and a twins outing contributed to a publishing lapse. Okay, yes, and I spend more time than I should have reading the news and playing Candy Crush. I started my list two weeks ago, now I have more reasons to be thankful on this Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Book club in Michigan with a great group of women. Look at these ladies. Doesn’t it look like we’ve known each other for years? Socks for Bobby. I love that family members are rallying behind Bobby to get him a few things to help him stay warm this…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-41

Sometimes a whole week goes by and I wonder what happened to the time.  What did I do with my time this week?  Did anything slip through the cracks?  Is everything on my calendar?  Did I send October birthday cards?  Did I buy those for November?  CoCo’s osteomyelitis bloomed again. I have nodules on my thyroid.

At the same time, the national and world news seems to have me in it clutches.  I’m constantly checking to see what’s breaking now. The biggest tragedy is replaced by a bigger one.  Leaders dance around each other like roosters in a cock-fight.  What now? Rand Paul got tackled by his neighbor and has five broken ribs? Kevin Spacey is accused of child abuse? CNN reports that a Good Samaritan shot the perpetrator of a crime?

Where are we going?


Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-40

Thursday evening began my first participation in The Great Lakes Book Bash.  Oh my, did I learn a lot.  Unlike some other book signings, this one had break-out sessions where authors could learn a thing or two.  I learned a thing or two or three or four.  Loved-One did, too.  “Being an author is a full-time job,” he said.  Umm-hmmm.  Promoting is a big part.  I loved meeting all the authors.  Most in a genre, Steamy Romance, that I rarely read, so I learned a lot about what makes those authors hum, and I’m thinking about how to apply it…

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