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When It Hits

I’m not sure if I’m going to work on my novel tonight or just write this blog post and then attempt sleep. I don’t have to really be awake early tomorrow and I can sleep in as late as I want…so we’ll see what happens when I finish this post.

I was in bed reading. I had told my husband when we went to bed that I didn’t know if I’d stay. I wasn’t exactly ready for bed and I thought I’d come in here and work on my novel a bit, but he does like it when I go to bed with him. We lay there reading our books in comfortable silence. Although tonight, we were listening to my Mom tell us a story via snapchat using all those funny voice changers. It was hilarious! I often wish I would record her snapchats – some of the things she says belong in novels!

Shortly, he turned off his kindle and soon the peaceful night was interrupted by his snoring. I continued to read and as I read some things in the book started hitting some very tender spots in my heart. Have you ever read something and felt like the author was speaking directly to you? That’s how I feel tonight. Eventually those feelings lead me to close my kindle, walk back to my office and begin this post.

It’s easy for me to write about something I’m feeling, an experience, things I’m passionate about, letters to others, and such. I have honestly found myself questioning first person vs third person writing this week. The reason being everything I’ve ever written has been in first person. I write from the “I” stand point and I think because I’ve always done so, the reason I’m struggling with my novel is the “he said, she said” mess.

But when I sit down and I just start writing, it flows and the word count climbs beautifully. Example: I’ve been writing this post for approximately five minutes and my word count is at 340. Earlier today when I was working on my novel and getting no-where fast I might add, my word count only reached 371 words. It took me 3 hours to write 371 words that I’m not even sure I like yet! Are you kidding me? I’ve surpassed that with this post in under 10 minutes.

I recently read – I wish I could remember where – that

first-person has the ability to pull the readers directly into the story and create an unprecedented amount of intimacy between them and the character“.

So many people advise against first-person vs third, but I’m beginning to wonder if it’s simply an author’s preference.

Anyway, back to the reason I’m sitting here writing this post…

The book I’m currently reading is Java Muse by George McVey. George is branching out a bit with this book – it’s not about Nugget Nate that’s for sure – and while I’m not sure how much I actually like the book yet, the darn thing is hitting me in the heart! And NOT because it’s a romance but because of the character Aurora!

Several years back – when I lived in Ohio – I took a class called, Ministries by Strength. It was by far one of my favorite classes, I got to write a lot! I probably still have the binder laying around here some where. Perhaps tomorrow I will take a photo of the sheer number of journals, binders and flash drives I have…so many unfinished pieces, unfulfilled dreams and possible stories longing for life.

During this class I learn my top 5 strengths. I have a plaque somewhere with them framed inside it…I wonder what I did with that. Believe it or not, we are still unpacking boxes. We’ve been in our home for about 8 months now…retiring is hard work.

  1. Belief
  2. Idealist
  3. Empathy
  4. ***
  5. ***

I’ll have to find the plaque to remember the other 2. I’ve not forgotten these three because one of them shocked me and the others empowered me. I have a pretty strong belief system – or at least I think I do. My teenage children would say it’s too strong probably. Even people who don’t know me extremely well pick up on it rather quickly. I had a friend of mine once tell me, “You don’t not want to listen to that song. You’ll have to go home and read your Bible if you do.” -I don’t even know what the song was but I’m thankful for the warning.

An Idealist – some might not like that. I think it fits me perfectly. I’m always cooking up some idea in my head, be it a story, something for my flower beds, a quilt I should make, gifts for someone…I am rarely bored. I am able to entertain myself quite often. I can make myself laugh and even cry with some of the stuff I come up with. The mind is a playground and mine is very active.

Empathy is what shocked me. I never imagined I’d get that. I can be rather hard. I do not sugarcoat many things. I love to tell the story of how I became friends with my best friend.

I was living in Ohio. My marriage had been struggling and I was struggling personally. God put some very special people in my path. I had cried out to him to take the wheel of my life because I couldn’t do it anymore. I was making a massive wreck of it and I hated myself for it. The guilt was eating me up inside. These special people were part of a ministry called Mom to Mom. We met once a week for breakfast, Bible study and fellowship. In the beginning I fought it, tooth and nail. I wanted to stay home in my pajamas and do absolutely nothing.

I still enjoy that by the way and I know it’s not healthy, that I should get out more. I make myself go out but not as often as some would like I’m sure. I just enjoy being home and comfortable. I’m not depressed or miserable. I feel safe here. I do feel bad, well guilty -really, when I have spent the whole day doing nothing and my husband walks in and immediately does the dishes. I should have at least done that and why didn’t I? I’ve no idea on that. I’m not the best housewife – definitely not a strength.

Once attending Mom to Mom became a routine, I found I enjoyed it. I hated to miss a Thursday meeting. It fueled me. However, those beginning months were hard. At first I didn’t want to go and then I struggled with attending the play dates or outings they planned. Little by little I stepped out, but I was dealing with a mountain of hurt on the inside. There had been things said to me that had left invisible wounds that had yet to heal.

One day while attending a play date with them at the park my life changed. My youngest was 3 and my oldest 5. He was playing on the slide and she wanted me to push her on the swing. I couldn’t be in 2 places at once and the obnoxious lady that I avoided as best I could – since she was also my daughter’s piano teacher – was pushing her daughter on the swing next to mine and began to also push my daughter. She was helping me and I appreciated it until she spoke. She didn’t know what wounds I was dealing with on the inside and I didn’t know her well enough to appreciate her obnoxious joking manner.

Geez, don’t you ever play with your children?

OUCH! Yes, she was joking, but it was like pouring alcohol into an open wound and she had no idea. I decided then and there I did not like her and I did not want anything to do with her. I made it through the play date and home without losing my temper or falling apart. I refuse to fall apart in front of people, my temper on the other hand is something harder to control.

It was hard to avoid this woman. We both attending the same ministry, same Church, she taught my daughter piano and we were on the same leadership team of all things! During a monthly leadership meeting she broke down crying. I could not for the life of me figure out what was wrong with this woman. Do you know why she was falling apart? Between her sobs she cried,

…but I yelled at her!

She’d yelled at her precious daughter and felt like a monster for it. The guilt, something I was very familiar with for other reasons, was chewing her up something fierce. Most everyone had gone home and somehow I was the one left to, well…fix her. Growing up I was always trying to fix problems that arose, even today if something is happening that’s not right I find myself trying to fix it, make it better or put a bandaid on it at least.

So here this woman that I’d avoided getting close to sat crying a river and drowning in guilt and I had the nerve to tell her…

You are the best Mom I have ever known! All the kids, whether yours or not adore you. They all want to go play at your house all the time, mine included. You are their best friend. You are not a bad Mom and I don’t even like you!

Startled she looked up at me.

Y-you, you don’t like me?

My empathy skills are so on point right here and now that I go on and tell her,

No! I don’t like you!

Why?

…and so then we get into the reason behind that why, the invisible open wounds within and I magically walk away with what? A best friend! Believe it or not, and she to this day is still my best friend. We became nearly inseparable for my remaining time in Ohio. She came to visit me in England, we’ve been on vacation together and last year we needed a weekend away to recharge our batteries – so we found the middle point between us and met up in Charleston West Virginia for the weekend. I’m hopeful we may get to do it again soon. It is a beautiful place to visit.

Can you see why empathy being one of my top five strengths shocked me? I’m about as subtle as a gun! The truth of the matter is that I can put myself in other people’s shoes. I can relate. (I think I just remembered #4: Adaptability) I can feel and strongly so. When Jenny was overcome with guilt that day, I knew how awful it felt because guilt and I had been constant companions for a long time.

And so as I’m reading, Java Muse and R.G. is an author who has met the lovely Aurora. Aurora is a writer who dreams of being an author. Does that mean writers are not Authors? In my mind, it means if you are not published somewhere, somehow -then you are a writer. I honestly do not know where that puts me; as I have been published on different blogs/websites, a poem in a book back in 1999 and a newspaper article…BUT have I ever published a book? No.

So I assume, I’m considered just a writer at moment. Which drives me crazy because I feel until I have a book out I cannot join and play in the Author only groups. I want to learn from them and I feel locked out, but when I message a few I know on Facebook they are always kind and helpful.

I don’t want to give parts of the book away – so if you haven’t read it yet – perhaps you shouldn’t read any further on this post.

Aurora’s belief in herself is limited. She’s had people in her life tell her she is wasting her time and to quit fooling with it. I can very easily put myself in Aurora’s shoes. I’ve had Authors tell me

first you need to learn to write

and probably by a dictionary

Basically, “I’m not good enough“. Yet, I’ve had family, friends and teachers encourage me from early on. I began writing when I was 8. It has always been an outlet for me and that developed and grew into a passion. I cannot imagine a life where I am unable to write. I have also had family members say things like:

Well, you’ve never published a book before.

and that one probably sticks out and hurt the most, because all I needed that person to say was,

Yes, I believe you can.

Just to help my unbelief, to give me that cheerleader who wouldn’t let me quit on myself. I needed that person to believe in me. I was in middle of writing a novel, a novel that sits unfinished in my mountain of dreams, all because that person couldn’t say what I need to hear that day. I’ve had to learn to move past that, to believe in myself enough to push forward. It’s taken some time and in the process I have simply kept everything under my hat.

Oh, by the way – I get off on tangents sometimes and it truly interrupts my writing. I’m aware of the issue, trust me.

Sometimes the urge to write is so strong it literally pulls me out of bed! I get so frustrated because there are times when I feel that I need to write, right then and there, but LIFE…husband, kids, dog, cat, work, friends and I wouldn’t trade it, but sometimes I literally just cannot get there. And whatever it is that had entered my idealistic brain has vanished and refuses to reappear when I finally take my seat.

I do not go anywhere without pen and paper or my phone, but there are times when that is not enough or I return to the note I left myself only to wonder what on earth it was about. Yep, I’m that bad. I have a horrible memory.

Like Aurora, many times I think “It’s not good enough, I’m not good enough.What am I even doing?” And then I read something that’s total bologna and think if that can be published why am I sitting on a mountain of possibilities and not moving…

Fear. Rejection. Not being able to reach someone, to touch their life somehow.

You see, I’m not in it for money. It would be nice, I won’t lie – but one thing you hear over and over from ALL kinds of Authors is:

Don’t do it to get rich.

I believe there are several types of riches. There is of course money. I believe there are Godly riches – a blessing you’ve received from following God’s word. I believe there are also “riches of gifts“. What do I mean?

Christmas is my favorite Holiday and not because of receiving gifts, but because I love to give! I love to find that one special thing that touches the heart of the receiver, to see their bright smile and happy tear. It makes me feel good. It blesses me, heart and soul. It’s almost better than coffee.

So when I think of pushing submit, I dream of my words reaching the one whose heart needs them and will be touched. Who will find themselves standing in the shoes of one of my characters, just as I have found myself tonight standing in Aurora’s. Perhaps they’ll be inspired somehow or someway in their life.

Java Muse pushed me from my bed to write these words, simple as they may be. If I were George, and someone was writing this in reference to a book I’d written I would feel accomplished. As if I’d finally gotten out of my own way and made it. Ironically though, I’m not a hundred percent sold on Java Muse yet. I’m not even half way through it though. I’m reading it because I consider George a friend and I want to see how he does with this branching out. I want him to succeed with this and watch him grow as an Author. It’s helpful to me.

Anyway – I’ve rambled my little heart out and while my eyes are open I believe my head is tired. So I’m going to attempt a little shut eye. Later today, since it is now after 1 a.m. I will return to my novel, take a deep breath and try again. Thank you George for encouraging me through your words in Java Muse. I needed to read them. I will try to finish the book soon, after I’ve written many words of my own. Speaking of which this post is now over 2800 words…and to think I only managed 371 earlier. Where was my head?!

I’ll leave you with this. Words hurt. They leave lasting impressions. You can never take them back. So when you speak or when you write be sure that the impression you leave behind is one of love.

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Finding the Balance

School is almost out for the summer here in Virginia. My teenage children are beyond done, it has been a long year. Next year, I will have a Senior and a Sophomore – when did I get this old?! I don’t remember that happening.

I am looking forward to school being out too, simply because it means I can stay up late into the night and write twice a week without worry of having to get up at a certain time. I do most of my writing on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s. I enjoy writing when I’m home alone and the place is silent or late at night when the only thing that interrupts the peaceful quiet is the sound of my husband snoring. Yes, he’s that loud, but at least that T.V. isn’t blaring!

Three days a week I’m at the CrossFit box by 8:30 – which means I have to leave my home by 8 – meaning I really should get up at 7 verses 7:30. I am not a morning person, as a matter of fact one of my favorite shirts says, “Allergic to Mornings“.

However, I will be thankful that I train early throughout the summer due to the rising temperatures. The weatherman says, “High of 95 today” – he usually lies to me, so perhaps it will only reach 90. As I write this it’s barely 9 am and already 76.

Anyway, I say all that basically to say that on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday’s I cannot stay up late or I will never get out of bed and be on time. BUT…on Monday, Wednesday and sometimes Friday (depending if I go train Saturday mornings) I can stay up late!

Yes, that makes me happy! I am a night owl and all the writers/authors come out at night to play. It’s all about finding the balance that works for you. I refuse to sacrifice my health and I dearly love to write…so I’ve an odd schedule. Yes, I could train later in the afternoons, but I’ve had my 8:30 routine going for over 6 months and I hate to break that and try to get into a new one. Plus, I supervise the children for the 9:30 class – so it’s best to just get it done and then I have all afternoon/evening to do whatever…write, clean, write, manage social media, write, nap, write, shower…you get the idea right?

Last night, I got to stay up late…12:30-ish. I figured I’d last longer due to the massive amount of caffeine I had yesterday. “Hello, my name is Renea and I am a coffee addict“.   I was starting to fade and I thought to myself, “Union is just gonna have to wait until morning to get off that train“. I really wanted to keep writing. I only managed about 1,000 words before I gave in. Knowing that school isn’t quite out yet (and 6:30 was gonna bite me in the hiney), is the number one reason I gave in and left poor Union sitting on that train.

Today, I’m gonna see if I can’t get her off that blasted train and not read 5 books myself. I am my own worst enemy. I’d be a more productive writer if I didn’t read so much! I’m starting to use “reading” as a “reward” for x amount of words written. I haven’t decided on the amount yet. Perhaps, per 1,000 words but then we run into the problem of… will I put the book down and will my focus return or will I still be thinking of said book. So maybe I should say 3,500 words written per book reading privileges.

Finding that balance – I am a work in progress, not just my novels.

The office is still in the process of it’s makeover. I haven’t had anything new to share about that really as my husband has decided he needs a new saw to complete the task. A saw that he doesn’t want to go buy just yet, because his windshield needs replaced and he got a speeding ticket…in Italy! My husband travels for work from time to time and yesterday in the mail arrived a ticket from his trip to Italy – he’s not real happy about that. I’m not really either as it slows progress, but I did find it funny. Sometimes, well actually a lot of times, I just have to shake my head at him. Certain things only happen to him.

I thought however, before I go rescue Union from the train that I’d leave you with another poem from my stash of past writings. Between book reviews and my past writings, I at least have something to share with you until my novel is released. If you are of the praying mind, I’d sure appreciate those prayers as I journey forward. I have so many stories half written and within me that are trying to get out that sometimes I need a little help!

I hope you are having a blessed day and have enjoyed your visit here. Hey, would ya look at that 850 words and counting for this post…now if I could only type Union’s story as quickly I’d be golden!

Be Blessed my friends!


From the Past

I find it comical some of the things my younger self once wrote. Sorting through things in my office has been an interesting little trip down memory lane. I’ve found things and wondered, “When did I write this” or “Why did I write this”. I have found a little book that I kept several poems in, along with a book I stored my writing pieces from Creative Writing class my Senior year of High School, a news paper article I wrote and the ONE book with my published poem that happened in 1999. I have SO many little journals – it’s a good thing my husband is building me lots and lots of shelves.

Anyway, I thought you might find the trip down memory lane enjoyable while I work on Union’s story. It’s 1882 and she is currently getting off the train in a dry and dust filled town, wondering if her journey will ever end. The poor girl, she’s so tired and I must get back to her story so that she might find some rest.


Lots to Share

I have limited time this morning, but I thought I’d take a moment and share with you. I’ve had a lot going on and we are currently in the process of an office makeover. I am so excited about that! If you hop over to my Facebook page you can see a few photos I’ve posted so far. We’ve a ways to go and prayers for my patients and my husband as he deals with my lack of them would be greatly appreciated.

My current work in progress is finally running smoothly. Union (I haven’t fully settled on her last name yet) is having herself quite the adventure and I can not wait to share it with you! I will be sharing a few snippets soon, but until then I’d like to leave you with a poem. As I’ve been cleaning I have found some of my past writings – it has been an adventure just to read them and so I have decided to share them with you.

We will start with this first poem. I hope you enjoy it and we will talk again soon. Have a blessed day!

Sometimes

Sometimes, I do not say what might be on my mind at that time.

Sometimes, I want to talk and hear the sound of your voice in my ear.

Sometimes, My feelings go a little unspoken.

Sometimes, I want to cry for the relief of crying.

Sometimes, I want to laugh louder than the angels sing.

Sometimes, I want to walk and breathe in the cool air.

Sometimes, I want to kiss and feel your lips on mine.

Sometimes, I want to lay with you just to be held..

…and Sometimes, when we’re apart like tonight with the thought of you heavy on my mind

Sometimes, I simply want to say I love you.


StoryCrafters Lesson 1

“I promise not to quit until I’ve written THE END.”

The first assignment is to find a Quote or Scripture and write it on the inside cover of my Writer’s Notebook, to share one story idea and to share my writing schedule and goals.

As a collector of quotes I found this very difficult and when things I difficult I look to the Bible. Therefore, I chose a scripture.

“In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give that to receive.’”

Acts 20:35

I chose this one – after changing my mind a couple of times – because it speaks of my desire as a writer and is something to aspire to. I want to make my reader FEEL something, to touch their life in some tiny way…to help them. If the words I string together become a gift of some sort to a reader, even if it’s just one, then I will be a blessed writer indeed.

I also chose it because it speaks of hard work and I struggle with procrastination big time. I’m not going to be able to bless anyone with a written gift if I do not get out of my own way and write it.

Story Idea: The Last See-ya Later. My family has dealt with a lot of grief in the last 3 years and recently my Mom was visiting and something in our conversation on the way to the airport caused this idea to bloom. The assignment here also includes staying up to date on the world. I am working on watching the news/current events for 10 minutes; that’s another struggle. I’ve been a military wife for half my life. My husband is retired now, but I’ve never watched the news. It was a way to safe guard my heart and mind when he would deploy. No sense in scaring myself half to death. Jesus said, ‘Do not fear’ – the news does not help me obey him.

Writing time: Tuesdays/Thursday’s are my completely empty and quiet days in which to write for hours upon hours. Monday, Wednesday and Friday’s I can generally write between 12-3. Sometimes I write on weekends too. I have an insane amount of free time. My children are both in high school and I stay home. I work out and volunteer at my local CrossFit box M/W/F from 8-11 – after that the day is all mine. It’s just a matter of managing all that free time vs mindless scrolling or binge reading.

Writing Goals: To stop being afraid and keeping it all to myself, to put my work out there…to be brave.

Lastly, I’m supposed to find a novel to read over the next 40 weeks to help me develop my voice further. I finish novels in a day or two…so perhaps a novel or three a week will be acceptable.

Assignment one has been sent in! I need a little checkmark icon to add there.


Review: Redeeming Reputation

This year. Every year people set goals for themselves, things they would like to accomplish over the next 365 days. Some of us start out great and some of us quit before the first 24 hours is up.

Last year, I set a goal to read 500 books. I had stumbled upon the Goodreads Reading Challenge and thought, “go big, or go home” and I read a lot! My children complain regularly that I have my nose in a book and constantly ask, “why are you reading?” It’s one of the things that really gets under my skin. It makes me want to say, “Well, why are you playing video games or why are you watching t.v. or why are you Face timing again!

Goodreads says that I reached my 2016 goal, but I was actually about 100 books shy of reaching it. Some books I’d completed had not been marked “read” and therefore pushed me over the 500 mark.

One of my goals this year as a reader is to show a little more support to the authors that I read. I have found many new authors via Kindle Unlimited, BookBub, Instafreebie, Inspired Reads, Goodreads, Amazon, Facebook and friend recommendations. If it were not for all these avenues of finding books I would seriously be missing out on some great stories.

One of the ways I plan to further support my fellow writers this year, is by leaving a review with Amazon and Goodreads for every book I read. I already like many of their pages, profiles and follow them, but I haven’t always left reviews. I don’t know how helpful reviews are and I do hope to be finding that out for myself later this year! I also decided to take it one step further and share about each book with you here, perhaps you will find new authors to love as well.

I am a member of a Facebook group called Sweet Wild West Reads. It is a wonderfully active group and in that group I connected with author George H. Mcvey. One particular day the authors from the group were telling a bit about themselves and readers were asking them questions. I always love learning why an author chose to write, that day, I got to ask George.

The response he gave me came in the form of a small story and left me with the desire to read a book of his; Redeeming Reputation. I finished reading it just this evening.

First, let me tell you a little bit about the way I review books. I do not share any details of the story that will give it away or spoil it. I do not critique the author’s writing style – to each their own, as long as it is not distracting or filled chalk full of typo’s. I DO, however warn you if the author uses foul language. I personally believe that takes away from the story as it distracts me. If I find something else within the book that is distracting I will point it out, for example: hard to read fonts, lots of bold lettering and things of that nature.

My purpose for leaving the review is to help the author, however, I will be honest and give the correct amount of stars in regards to my dislike or love of the book. My reviews on Amazon and Goodreads are short and sweet. I tell the author and the reader if I liked the book and I always say thank you, as the author put a lot of time, effort and bravery into writing it and sharing it with the world.

Since I have decided to write reviews here as well, they may be a little more “wordy” but they will not reveal or spoil anything, and they will be written as a letter to the author. I hope you enjoy them.

Dear George,

I finished reading Redeeming Reputation today and wanted to take a moment to share my feelings with you. At first, I honestly did not expect much. I try not to judge a book by it’s cover, but once in awhile I still do. The cover did not say to me; Pick Me! Pick Me! I chose to read Redeeming Reputation because of YOU.

I connected with you via Facebook in the Sweet Wild West Reads group and there you shared with me the story of why you write. It brought tears to my eyes and made me smile. That was the reason I purchased and read your book. Most of your comments within the group cause me to smile or chuckle. Your friendly nature is the reason I visited Amazon the very day you told me the story of why you write. I simply had to know more.

As I began the book, I was still unsure if I was going to finish it. I even stopped reading it and finished reading Josephine Blake’s book Dianna (which I need to write a review on). After finishing Dianna and continuing to connect with you on Facebook I realized I hadn’t been fair to you or your book and it deserved my true attention, but it was hard because you’d hit a nerve with own heart.

I picked it up again last night, as I read before bed, almost always. I was surprised when I glanced up to see my clock telling me it was well after midnight! I knew I should be sleeping, just like now, yet I’m wide awake. I couldn’t believe it! I gave you my full attention and you hooked me.

I did put the book down and go to sleep…sometimes I don’t, then I really struggle the next day. Thursday’s are my full writing days and I could not focus today. I tried over and over, but my mind kept wondering back to that book! Why did it appeal to me so much? It was new and fresh, but it was more than that George.

You see, I know that you are not only an author but a Pastor. My Grandpa was a pastor. In your book, the character is a Preacher and he also finds himself working for the Sheriff. My Grandpa was also a police officer. The character in the book tells us of things his Grandfather taught him, like how to shoot a gun. The relationship between Nathan and his Grandfather is what got me.

It melted my heart and it brought tears to my eyes. Now, I don’t know if the story will do that with each reader, but it did with me because my Grandpa was one of the most important men in my life. He taught me to shoot a gun, drive a car, plant a garden and so many, many things. He was a great storyteller and I loved to listen to him. He was the greatest man I’ve ever known. His home, was like my second home as I was there just as often. I knew someday I would loose him and I knew I’d never be ready for that day.

That day came October 9th, 2013 and I still struggle with it. I miss him so much; his voice, his laughter, his storytelling, his hugs and his belief in me.

Redeeming Reputation connected with my heart on so many levels. I do not want to spoil anything for future readers so let me just say this… Nathan wanted to do something, his goals and motivations were there because of God and his Grandfather.

My Grandpa is the reason I have decided to bring my written works out into the open for the world to see. Many, many years ago when I was but a teenager I wrote a letter to a dying woman, trying in my very small way to encourage and comfort her. I never mailed it. I forgot about it. My Grandpa found it and read it. The letter had touched him so much that he was disappointed it had not reached it’s intended before she passed. He spoke with me at length about my writing and told me then to stop hiding it; that it was a gift God had given me. I regret that I did not listen and I pray that God has given Grandpa a window to see that I am finally following his advice. I know in my heart he is at peace and I am happy for him, but I still miss him so much.

Redeeming Reputation made me feel close to my Grandpa again for just a few hours and for that my heart and I thank you.

Sincerely,

Renea

This wasn’t the writing I had planned to do today, obviously, but it is the writing that occurred and now I must get to bed as I sadly do not get to sleep in on Friday’s. I hope if you have taken the time to read this post, that you will give George’s book a chance. Maybe it will touch your heart too or at the very least leave you with a warm smile. Be Blessed.


Descriptions Part 1

I am currently working on writing better descriptions, showing verses telling, and so I’d like to share a teeny bit with you. I would love to know if reading this small clip evokes any kind of feeling and if so what? What do you feel? What do you think might occur next? If you feel inclined please leave me some feedback. I would greatly appreciate that. Here we go…

Golden rays of sunlight drifted through the sheer white curtains of the bay window filling the room in a blanket of warmth as they gently kissed Aaleahya’s face and teased her eyelids open. Had the spring rains washed away the dismal gray clouds and morphed into summer at long last? Rising from her bed, she rushed to the window, pushing the curtains aside and there high in the sky the sun greeted her like an old friend ready for adventure.

Oh and umm, Happy Valentine’s Day!!! What is your most romantic memory? Love stories are simply the best, don’t you think?


It’s Always Tomorrow

Infinitely Better. Now, that’s a thought.

I find that usually one thinks; later or tomorrow. I know I have for most of my life. The timing never seems to be just right. Something is always a little off. I think I need more hours in my day, a little more quiet time, and a whole lot less fear. Truth be told; I need to manage my time better as I do have plenty of quiet time.

And fear, it is a mighty stronghold. One that controls time and energy spent. It is the noose around your neck. It is what holds you back from the longings of your heart. It is an excuse allowing us to justify our unfulfillment to ourselves caused by it’s brother; Doubt.

Perhaps you are familiar with these:

  1. I’ll start my diet tomorrow.
  2. I’ll go to the gym tomorrow.
  3. I’ll call her/him tomorrow.
  4. I’ll get groceries tomorrow.
  5. I’ll write it tomorrow.
  6. I’ll have more energy tomorrow.
  7. I’ll do it tomorrow…

I believe it was Thomas Jefferson who once said, “Never put off till tomorrow, what you can do today“. It’s a shame many of us do not heed that advice. Perhaps this next quote will help with a little perspective on tomorrows.

There’s always tomorrow, until there’s not.” – Author Unknown.

I believe half of us are putting off till tomorrow, while the other half is wishing for just one more moment, a second chance or one last kiss.

Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow“. What if life offered you a second chance today and it slipped through your fingers because of Doubt and his brother Fear? Who was it that first said; SEIZE THE DAY!

I am of a mind to believe that tomorrow simply isn’t good enough anymore; at least not for me. Nothing is completely over until you stop trying. Every day is simply the opportunity to do infinitely better than the one before; while each tomorrow is a fresh start.

The page before you is blank; what will you do with it?