I love exploring different towns… especially those with old, dilapidated buildings and ancient cemeteries. These are the places that speak to me and help me to feel inner peace. These are also places that spark new stories in my mind. My editor has my current novel and I will be starting a new one in May. I’m in the process of narrowing down the town.
It will take place in Pennsylvania.
I’m not sure why it is places like these that get into my soul and move me to place myself mentally in the olden days of minimal technology and maximum open space. But I love it.
One of my dreams is to buy a kick-ass RV and travel around the country with my husband and cat, exploring the back roads of America. It’s going to happen. 🙂
Have a great day, folks!
Do you explore your world? How about places around you? I want to hear about it! 🙂
What does it take to change? I mean, think about it. If everything was great all the time, where would be the incentive to do anything different? If life didn’t get uncomfortable sometimes, we would just wallow in mediocrity.
How many times have you been provoked into change? And would you have changed anything if you weren’t provoked? Think about it. People say, “why do bad things happen?” I believe most bad things happen because it’s the only way to get us to change, move, leave or stay.
I made up my mind about two memoirs I will write. The first one is about my journey through the last year of my addiction. It was pretty gruesome. I was provoked into sobriety because life became so unbearable. I lost everything. I have already written half of it in my ‘life story’ that my psychic advisor told me to write.
The other one is the one about the Wagon Wheel after getting kicked out of my psycho in-law’s house. A part of this is also in my ‘life story’ that I have written. In that story, I was hassled into staying in an already dead-end marriage because I had two children and was pregnant with a third. Throw in a crack head husband who steals pallets to make a living along with living in a hotel room above a seedy bar, and I think we have a story.
Writing down my regurgitated thoughts is the easy part. It’s like writing a grocery list or a step by step on how to boil water. Easy Peasy. For me, the editing is the hard part. I have no problem writing, “I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of the dead skunk outside the window or the fact that I was sitting in a puddle of my own blood that woke me up, but whatever it was it ignited a spark in me. A spark that something had to give.”
But how do I make that pop? How do I make that really jump off the page? That’s where the work comes in. And that is where I’m at right now. April 1st is when I send my polished fiction novel to my editor. And April 1st is when I start breaking down my memoir.
Real quick… the hubs and I went to the Lehigh Gorge yesterday in Pennsylvania. It is near Jim Thorpe, PA and it is truly captivating. Nature – all of it – is captivating. I sat on a rock by a waterfall yesterday and just listened for a good five minutes. Those are the moments that re-center me.
Nature helps me in so many ways. It is no wonder I am kind of sad today. Sometimes, when I am out in nature, I kind of realize I am not being true to myself when I go back to life on life’s terms. I am not living up to my potential. I am living for others, which can be okay at times – when people depend on us. But, my kids are grown.
What the hell am I doing with my life? Could I be going through a mid-life crisis at 45? Or am I just outgrowing my shell? What is the next step? My husband and I have been talking about moving to Arizona.
…The Seven Wonders of the World and I am pretty sure Stonehenge isn’t one of the original wonders. Go figure. I was looking for an article on Seven Wonders because I, like many people, get confused about it. I know maybe three of them off the top of my head.
The classic seven wonders are:
Colossus of Rhodes.
Great Pyramid of Giza.
Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Lighthouse of Alexandria.
Mausoleum at Halicarnassus.
Statue of Zeus at Olympia.
Temple of Artemis at Ephesus.
The new seven wonders are:
Chichen Itza, Mexico – Mayan City.
Christ Redeemer, Brazil – Large Statue.
The Great Wall, China.
Machu Picchu, Peru.
Petra, Jordan – Ancient City.
The Roman Colosseum, Italy.
The Taj Mahal, India.
So what’s up with Stonehenge not being on either list? Who the hell knows. My point here is that you don’t need to be told you are a wonder to be a damn wonder. I am awed by Stonehenge – manmade, alien made, or goat made – I don’t care who made it. Stonehenge IS a wonder. How the hell did they get those stones like that and plus… plus, the whole place is perfectly aligned with the summer and winter solstices (give or take a degree).
My husband and I watch a lot of Ancient Aliens where there is speculation that this wonder (and other official wonders) were made by extraterrestrials. And is that really so far-fetched? It could be entirely possible that there are other beings in the universe or the age-old theory that we… are the aliens.
Back to Stonehenge. It exists. Someone made it. It isn’t a natural wonder like the Grand Canyon, the Great Barrier Reef, or the Northern Lights but Stonehenge is really there and even more inspiring is that someone went to great trouble to think it out and create it. And they thought this up thousands of years ago! Another man-made wonder is the pyramids (again, alien speculation, but I digress).
Take that idea in your head and sketch it out.
Get out there and create your life. Use your experiences as lessons and fuel for the fire of accomplishment that burns inside you. Don’t sit idly by as the days turn to weeks to months to years. Get out there and do something with yourself. Shuck that fear off and build your Stonehenge. ❤