Chuck Wendig

I have read one of his writing books. I have also read one of his fiction novels. I read his blog.

He is sharp and very witty. He also had a blog post back in December that I enjoyed and have read a few times.

I tried to get permission to reblog, but I failed. So, I am going to direct you to his to read for yourself. If you are a writer, it might just speak to you. If you are just a curious reader, it still might just speak to you.

So, click the link to go there –




Maybe it came from the holiday craze, the fuss of moving things around to make room for a Christmas tree that we didn’t find in the attic, or the search online the night before Thanksgiving so that we wouldn’t be compelled to shop on the holiday or the Black Friday chaos that many years past brought about hyperventilation in a big box store because I was caught in an aisle with more people and carts than there was room to move.

Maybe it was the big build up of watching all seven seasons months before, leaving too much time for study not just as a fan but as a writer looking to learn how they made it work successfully.

Maybe it was because I am still not sleeping like normal and my physical activity is still below normal because I am constantly reminded by my family when they reiterate my medical care team’s prognosis of continuing to heal and repair over the next year that it just takes time to get back to normal. Their opinion that I am indeed doing great, even if I don’t think I am. That frustration, maybe that got in the way.

Maybe my expectations, see the previous maybe, has extended to waiting for six months for this show to air that made me expect to jump right back to where the last episode left off.

What I didn’t need was to start the “new season” off with an hour long exposition on what the show was and how we got to here. They didn’t do that in the original first episode, why the hell did they do that this time?

We learned as the show progressed who people were and their significance. That was the neat thing about watching reruns, they didn’t really feel like reruns because when we saw them again, the nuances that the evolution of my knowledge and understanding of the characters evolved as they did and re-watching the episodes made subtle interchanges and idiosyncrasies click in ways they hadn’t before. IT was an eternal easter egg hunt where Taylor didn’t have the key and Kirk didn’t miss one single egg thereby leaving a stench that perpetuated the entire environment.

See what I did there?

I was critical. I “Emily Gilmore-d” the hell out of the first episode. I haven’t yet mentioned the two brief naps I took during the second seasonal episode. I fell ASLEEP! Sure, I could chalk it up to being older and that injury pain makes me tired and I need more sleep but, really? I just can’t.

I am pausing to watch all four. I am going to let this all settle in my mind, let the expectations escape and float away on the cold north wind and wait for the delivery of the tree, put up the ornaments and plan on at least one margarita to relax my agitated review of the first and second episode before I venture on to the third and the fourth.


One of my favorite tv shows is back on. Let that sink in for a moment.

It is inspiring to see people try something new, reminds me that it is fear that holds me back. Hearing the judges talk to the contestants, who have achieved accomplishments in their careers, encourage and give pointers to improve on and finding the dancer within themselves reminds me that from time to time we are all beginners.

I enjoy watching, and have found it keeps me inspired to be active. Twice a year, as it is starts up it’s a reboot if I have slacked off, or a celebration when I kept with it. This time it is a bit of both.

This season started off unexpectedly, so no telling how it will end. My favorites may change as the season progresses, but right now I am cheering them all on. But, my heart of hearts, I am cheering on Marilu, Calvin, Maureen, James, BabyFace, Amber, Vanilla, Jana, Jake, Rick, Terra, Ryan and Laurie.

Favorite Stuff

Here is a little something that is a favorite.  I call them the ‘SEAS’ because their way of navigating the seas of life appeals to me, they call themselves ‘SOEASY’ because that is their approach to living, and they share that . . . easily.  ‘They’ are the Sisters of Earth and Sky.

Their blog post this morning on their website caught my eye.  (Love reading them first thing in the morning, sets a wonderful tone for my whole day.)  Today’s post was so good, it had to be shared.



Are You Struggling to Be True to Yourself?

Come Play in Our Sandbox!

Our Sisters In Spirit (S.I.S.) have asked us where we got the concept and title for our book. Well…we were meeting women who were struggling between who they were trying to be for everyone else and who they really were. We met women who had lost all sense of boundaries. We had clients who had worried about what everyone else wanted for so long that they now couldn’t remember what made THEM happy.

Happy From Sisters of Earth and Sky


We were hearing our client’s stories. We were talking with friends over coffee AND we were remembering our own stories. The pages are the result of several conversations where someone said, “Are you writing this stuff down?” Click here to continue reading

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