Thoughts on a Sunday

All week long there were some blog post topic ideas. Some really good, but they would take some research and time to produce. Then I would look at my list of things to do, and my recent consistency with my habits and realize that was just adding too much to my plate.

I still haven’t found the time of day to just free-form write! This is my name for giving myself time to just sit still, letting the thoughts spill from my mind onto the page. Think free association, one thought begets another and another. Sometimes they complete themselves these bits of idea before they exhaust themselves, other times they are just a brief fleeting – perhaps not even a complete sentence but phrase.

Doesn’t matter their form, it matters that I give them time. This is a different kind of writing than journaling or diary writing, to me at least. Diary, or journaling is about me, and my life.  Free-form is more like brainstorming but without a topic. It is where story ideas come from and yes, sometimes scenes for stories already in the works. To be even more specific, it is where ideas for scenes, or questions about works in progress may find their answers.

Over the last few years, this opportunity to meet new ideas fell in importance and eventually out of habit. Ouch, that hurt, realizing that so much of what worked well for me was no longer in my daily routine. That isn’t good, at all.

So instead of keeping my head down to write during this month of NaNoWriMo, it is all about making those habits that encourage my imagination and writing back into my daily flow. Besides, I just read some pages last night of the old draft; ew some of the writing is really rough. I need to find my writing nose-pin and gloves to back in there and make something of that mess. 🙂

Love you for reading.



PS What habits do you need to incorporate to do what makes you happy?


Best Date Night Ever

Last year I officially asked my husband to be my boyfriend after nearly thirty years of marriage. Thankfully, he said yes. Whew!

So we went on an official date. The Carson Center in Paducah, Ky has this summer thing called, “Fridays @ 5”. (It starts May 20th this year running through until June 24th and then September 2 – October 7th). It’s free, which was good because I needed a cheap date to sweep him off his feet.

The night we went last year was memorable.  A formerly young scrawny kid, Denny Rudolph, and the trio Amber’s Drive he is now a part of were performing.  I scored a T-shirt and a CD and enjoyed the view of the Ohio River from the Carson’s rooftop venue. They played my, so far all time favorite of theirs, (though various tunes catch my ear from time to time) Take A Picture of It. They have quite a bit more and the story behind their formation is memorable, but they can tell it better than me. They are based out of Nashville, TN.

Then to round the night out complete, we called in a to-go-order on the way home at Wildfires, just a half an hour up Interstate 24 in Vienna, IL. Morgan graciously took our last minute order of the night before they closed and had it ready when we arrived. My husband loves the steaks there.

I think the evening went well.  We are still dating after all, and looking forward to another date night this summer.  I know we really should get out more often.

If this feels like a sales story, in a way it is.  It is as much about making time for each other, and renewing your relationship as it is about the places and things to do.  Life keeps us busy, spending time with the ones you love is important. Don’t sell yourself, or your relationship short, no matter how long you have been together, you still need to flirt.


Writers are scavengers of life.

Plucking emotion from made up fantasies while dealing with reality.

Writers use words as a timewarp to manipulate and control destinies of their inner wants and needs.

Setting the dark gnarly worm of self destruction into a blossoming butterfly of freedom from the demon of the Id.

Compensation comes in the form of the devoted reader who scours every word for entertainment, enjoyment and meaning;

Finding more than what they were looking for.

Finding for themselves a sanctuary between the words and nestling in for keeps.

We delve within our slumber of reality and live among dreams, we —the writer and the reader.

A match entwined.

27 January 2016

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