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Letting Go

In so many ways, it can be a good thing. Letting go. It sounds so simple to me, so freeing and light. I tend to associate letting go with the elements – earth, wind, fire, water. It's cleansing the mind, body, and spirit at the same time. 

In preparation for our big move, I am able to let go of so many things in ways that I hadn't really anticipated while packing. Things that once held such significance for me in previous years barely register as being relevant to my life now. On the other hand, there are other things, small items like a butterfly clip or a little keychain, that carry with them so much love and memories; I will not ever let them go. 

I think that in my next stand-alone novel, I want to explore the challenge and the freedom of letting go. Love has a tendency to present the opportunity to "let go" in so many relationships, both platonic and romantic. I'm excited to see where this goes. 


Slacking Off

So, now that I've finally walked away from a very trying period in my professional life, I am given some miraculous vacation time to recouperate. Seriously, this must be what winning the lottery feels like, because I wake up each morning totally blissed out. 

Even though it's awesome in so many ways, in terms of productivity, I totally feel the inspirational "slump".  I'm certain that you know what I'm talking about; it's when you still have a mile-long To Do list, but when you have the opportunity to just sit and Do Nothing, then you totally take that option. That's well and good, but I still have deadlines to meet, chapters to write, *ahem* plots to develop. 

Despite knowing all of this and being aware that as each day that passes, that means my list is getting longer and time is getting shorter, my brain is DEMANDING that I chill the hell out before creating anything else. 

It's amazing how the body will force you to take care of yourself. Thanks, Mother Nature!

San Francisco Bay Area: Break of Dawn


I'm adding this image to my blog to share with you a wonder that I've been fortunate to see almost daily for some time. There is so much power, wonder, inspiration, and even a little bit of romance in this particular snap shot; it was even more beautiful than the camera could capture. #California

For Writers: DOUBT

Doubt is the poisonous dart that strikes the heart of any writer, paralyzing her until she stops listening, forgets to feel, and starts to think
Great writing doesn't necessarily always come from thinking. For me, when I write fiction, I listen to everything around me, waiting for a plot or a new character to introduce itself to me. I initially feel my way through the action; the real cerebral work will inevitably come later. 
But when I start to doubt my abilities, my calling, things start to get muddled. I start to think – not about my next book or where the series is headed, but how I am being perceived because I'm still pursuing a dream. That noise drowns out my inspiration until I can't hear my characters or feel their stories within me. And then the doubt resurfaces. 
To be a writer is to be a dreamer. There's no way around it. 

My “Write” of Passage

So, it's official: I need to use computer/reading glasses. I've had 20/20 vision my entire life, and the strangest thing is that I still do. (I know, dear readers – mind blown).  

It's just that I spend so much time either reading or working in front of a screen, I've developed dry eye and eye strain. The solution? Reading glasses. I'm actually pretty excited about it, which shows how spoiled I've been not needing corrective lenses. 

I also had to special order my prescription, which is .75+ on both sides. It seems as though over the counter prescriptions only go as low as 1.25. Oh well. I just attribute this need to reading and writing so much, so I'll lovingly call this new phase my Write of Passage. (Wink, wink)

Eggplant, the Talentless Diva of Vegetables 

So, I'm watching one of my favorite mellow cooking shows, which is America's Test Kitchen. It's perfect to watch with my hubby while our little one takes a nap. While we're watching, the hosts whip out a 1.5 pound eggplant and talk about what to do to make eggplant actually useful in a dish. Because I love to cook, I started thinking about how many dishes that incorporate eggplant, and how every single one of them is insanely time-intensive. 

Every. Single. One. 

(For whatever reason, the eggplant is on my list today, so just bear with me as I get my rant about this out of my system.) Eggplant is nothing without the aid of delicious condiments. You don't just add a "dash" of something – you need a whole army of things to sacrifice everything to bring flavor to this greedy, spongy vegetable. It just takes and takes. 

To make matters worse, it has to be be pampered and maintained. Don't let it bruise… the skin might be too tough for the dish, so you may have to peel it… make sure to salt slices to draw water from them… be careful not to let it oxidize… Don't do this, or it won't do that… wow. 

At the end of it all, thanks to patience, luck, tears, and small miracles, you usually end up with a dish where the talentless Diva is polished and perfect… and becomes the star of the meal. Go figure. 😏

Why Romance Novels?

It's only been a week, but I've already spent about 5 hours just writing my "About Me" page. At this rate, the 5th novel in my first romantic series is going to be about as slow to coming to fruition as the next novel in the Game of Thrones. (Well, if I could captivate the world with my work the way George R.R. Martin can with his, then you won't hear (m)any complaints from me.)

How do people find the time to blog, hop onto social media 24/7, edit, publish, and write something substantial full time? It's mind boggling. Then again, I've always been a bit of an Old Soul. Classical music, theatre, and virtually any classic novel is welcome in my home anytime.

I guess that's what draws me to romantic fiction at this point in my life. Aside from the fact that I'm blessed to have a phenomenal husband, I just love to read about people finding their place in the world at someone else's side. I can't imagine anything more beautiful.

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