I’m No Writer

After a few years away, I’ve finally started blogging again. I started out strong, a couple of posts without problems figuring out what I wanted to write about. Currently, I seem to only have time to write on weekends, or at least I tell myself that. I have had a few ideas recently, subjects I truly wanted to write about. The first was a lovely day I had out walking our property. By the time I finished my walk and actually had time to write, something happened to ruin my mood. I had another idea for a post, stemming from a few things that had ruined my mood that day. The problem with my brain is that if I don’t go ahead and write, the idea and motivation leaves me. I know, the simple solution seems to be to just sit my ass down and write. I don’t often have a computer; I bring my work one home since my last laptop gave up the ghost years ago. When I do have access to it, I’m either working or doing something that prevents me from being able to just sit and write.

Just like using the treadmill, which I actually enjoy, writing is just another activity that I’m very interested in doing but have been out of the habit for so long that it’s hard to get back into any routine. I know I’m setting myself up for failure by simply saying “it’s hard to get into a routine”. I truly believe in the “positive thinking” attitude. I do believe in manifestation and that you do bring about what you repeat to yourself. We have to be careful with our words, the words we speak to and about ourselves and about things around us. That’s another thing I’m working on reminding myself on a daily basis, trying to retrain my brain. I actually went looking online for writing prompts but all I got were things to write about or books to buy about creative writing, etc. This platform has a few on the home page, but very few and none really spoke to me. What I really want are prompts in question form or (my fave) the first line or two written, something I can jump off of and go with. I don’t necessarily care how real or abstract the idea is, I just need something my brain will grasp on to and run with. I have so much in my head usually that it’s almost blank instead and I can honestly not come up with any ideas to discuss. I don’t necessarily like writing the negative “poor pitiful me” posts, not often anyway. I just don’t want to use this platform to constantly complain. I will use it as such occasionally, but I’d prefer to keep it to a minimum and I’m the type to get into a rut and all of my posts will just be me venting.

This blog is for whatever random thought that may pop into my head, as the title implies. This does mean that I will often squirrel from one thought to another, and yes, that is the way my brain works. Yes, I know what a lot of you are thinking, ADD.. No, I do not have ADD and, with no disrespect intended, I believe this is entirely too over diagnosed. That is a post for another time, the point is that I do not have ADD. I actually recently discovered it is my anxiety causing certain issues plaguing me. One of the issues I noticed and bothered me in particular is that whenever I went grocery shopping and found myself looking for a specific item, usually canned or boxed items, everything on the shelves began to look the same. Not as in they all looked exactly like the same product, more like it all blurred just a bit and I couldn’t seem to make out individual cans or boxes. I had such a hard time that I often just said screw it and left. This was particularly a problem in bigger stores, I can only assume it’s because there’s more people. (I don’t know when it changed, but my whole life I was the type to feed off of crowds. I was always perfectly happy in the middle of a bunch of people, I could even stand in front of a crowd and speak. Now I can’t seem to deal with larger crowds (especially in close quarters) but the thought of standing in front of a huge crowd still doesn’t bother me. Once I started meds for my anxiety, this has gotten a whole lot better. I still don’t like to do it but can usually get through the shopping process without everything getting blurry. I do still have issues if it’s very busy and crowded, but it’s so much better now.

Is the Church Like ‘The Walking Dead’? — Charisma Magazine

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Millions of Americans (myself included) have been tuning into AMC’s The Walking Dead on Sunday nights. The show is so popular it even has an after show called The Talking Dead, for those who need to relive the last episode for another 45 minutes!

I don’t love the blood and guts, but the characters and storylines have drawn me in.

Rick Grimes (the main character) and the rest of his zombie-fighting crew have found themselves in extreme conditions as they fight for survival. These unimaginable circumstances have instantly turned their friendships into relationships that feel and look like family.

Let’s just say you don’t want to encounter them in a dark alley!

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Is the Church Like ‘The Walking Dead’? — Charisma Magazine.

A Time For Everything, by Mysti Parker

11401182_837765276306331_6453564451196929740_nAfter losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, twenty-five-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.
Despite their differences, she and Beau find common ground and the stirrings of a second chance at love—until his late wife’s cousin, Lydia, arrives with her sights set on him. Burdened with a farm on the brink of bankruptcy, Beau is tempted by Lydia’s hefty dowry, though Portia has captured his heart.
In another time and another place, his choice would be easy. But love seems impossible amid the simmering chaos of Reconstruction that could boil over at any moment into an all-out battle for survival. Will Beau and Portia find their way into each other’s arms, or will they be swept away by raging forces beyond their control?

I’ve read this book twice now, once in Beta formatting and now in ARC.
When I first read the blurb, I really wasn’t so sure I’d like it.  I never thought I would be into historical romance, but I do know Mysti’s work and have loved everything of hers that I’ve read (and that’s quite a bit).
This story had me from the get-go!  I was in tears after the epilogue.  It focuses on the struggles of post civil war in the south.  The characters in this book are very colorful and have back stories that add so much layer to them, not one of them comes off as flat or unentertaining.  The author put a lot of effort and research into creating a book that is not only historically accurate, but also so intriguing that you don’t want to put it down.  A story like this could so easily come off as too wide of a stretch to the imagination, but Mysti Parker pulls it off flawlessly!
This book is a must read for anyone into historical, civil war, or any type of romance stories!

A Time for Everything comes out on July 7, 2015, but you can pre-order it here.
Mysti has written numerous other books in other genres as well, including sci-fy/fantasy romance and childrens books!  Please check out all of her other books here.

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Day Two: A Room with a View

I’m trying my hand at this Writing 101 thing.  I missed out on Day 1, so I’ll do that privately, but here’s my attempt at day two.  Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Wishful Imaginings

I’m sitting in my office, staring blankly at my computer screen.  My children are on spring break, but instead of taking them somewhere fun, my husband and I have to work.  My days away from them are filled with texts with my older child and thoughts about how they are doing.  Are they having a good time?  Are they being good.  Do they need me?  I find myself concentrating on them strongly, picturing the scene of what they must be up to at this particular time.

Suddenly, I’m there, in the house watching, invisibly at first, their every move.  It’s as if in a dream, like a fly on the way. Suddenly they look up and not even trying to hide the excitement on their faces, they yell “hi Mom!”  My mind starts spinning, how did I get here?  Did I just completely forget the rest of my day at work?  I look at the clock and realize that something very strange is going on, for I should be at work for another three hours!  The realization of what has just happened starts to sink in and I can’t decide if it’s real or if I’ve nodded off at my desk, but I honestly don’t care!  All that matters to me is that it’s spring break and somehow I’ve been given a chance to make at least this day the very best possible.  I begin to wonder if I can do it again, and can I take people with me?  Again, my mind and heart start racing with the possibilities of the day.

Quickly I embraced my babies in a warm, but firm, hug.  As I stand there with all the love a mother could ask for wrapped around me, I begin to picture my husband and how much better his day could be spent instead of the hard labor he’s surely enduring at this moment.  What could we all be doing?  How can we make the best of this new power, or dream if it is that?

We’ve been wanting to take the boys to Florida to see the ocean.  I remember my husband and I taking a weekend bike ride a couple of years ago.  That trip meant so much, it was exactly what we needed in that season of our marriage, and we’ve wanted to return so that our children could experience it as well.  I just start focusing on that beautiful beach, empty except for just a few little families like ours scattered around.  I concentrate so hard on this image in my head that I actually start to feel the moist heat surrounding me and realize that I must be about to suffocate the kids by now.  I slowly open my eyes to let them go and gasp.

What I see before me is a sight more beautiful than my mind had remembered.  I am now looking at my loving husband and our two beautiful boys, but in the background is the bluest beach I had ever seen.  I hear the waves gently crashing the shore and smell the salty, crisp air.  We’re all dressed for the beach and no one seems to question why or how we got there, except for me.  That all disappears as my kids go running for the water.

I decide to take a moment to sit on the warm sand and just take it all in.  The sky is perfectly clear, with just a couple of those fluffy, cotton ball type clouds dispersed here and there.  The sun is shining directly over-head, and as I look out to the water I can’t believe how breathtaking it all is.  The water is a deep turquoise blue, with just the perfect amount of white showing as the waves cap.  To the left, there is a boardwalk teaming with life.  There are people walking up and down, some just standing at the railing looking out into the vast sea in front of them and some taking pictures of the amazing scenes playing out before them.

As I look again for my family, I can see other families dotted along the coastline.  There are other children and just at the water’s edge I see my boys, playing with some other kids, building sandcastles and burying each other in the sand.  The looks on all of their faces can only be described as pure joy.  Suddenly, I notice a shadow moving over me, I look up and see my adoring husband as he offers me his hand and asks me to go for a swim.

The water is so warm and inviting, there are these tiny little fish that I see darting in and out of the sand beneath the crystal clear water.  I see stingrays swimming under the boardwalk, I even see a “Dory” fish.  As he wraps his now drenched and salty arms around me, all I can think is that I can’t imagine being happier than I am right at this moment.

All too soon, the sun starts it’s descent in the sky and we head away from the beach to see what there is to do.  It’s getting darker now and we see this huge ferris wheel lighting up the sky, it’s so large and imposing but at the same time casts such a warm glow about the area.  I see people all over and at first think it’s some type of fair set up right here at the beach, but then I realize that it’s actually just the cool summer night life of this small, but wonderful, beach town.  As the four of us are stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, looking out over the alive settings below us, I stop to thank God for this day.  This has been the best day for us as a family in so long and I never want it to end.

The next thing I know, I’m back at my desk, slightly chilly from the air conditioning.  As my senses catch up with me and the stark whiteness of the florescent lighting invade my sight, I realize that I had indeed nodded off.  Unfortunately, there are no amazing teleporting powers flowing through me; I can’t just whisk my family off to exotic lands and have amazing adventures with them on a whim…

Or can I???

To Whoever Invented the Phrase, “Real Women Have Curves” – Here’s a Heartfelt F*ck You (strong language used, obviously)

Here’s a wonderful post with a very uplifting point that should be embraced by all women, regardless of size or shape!

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3 Things I Wish I’d Known When I Was Single

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I remember the hardest day of the week for me when I was single was Sunday. Specifically Sunday right after church.

Many of my other single friends would have plans with their families that day, but not me. My family lived 9 hours away.

So, I’d walk through the parking lot watching young moms ooh and ahh over Sunday school artwork and I’d think, “Their lives seem so blissfully full.”

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3 Things I Wish I’d Known When I Was Single.