Treat yourself to something that makes you feel good; feel wonderful; feel alive! Work on something fun and delightful. Take a nap, make some coffee, go for a walk and look at some freezing streams somewhere. Get a manicure, buy a book, write a book. Whatever it takes to be kind to you.
Do you treat yourself, ever? Well, you should. It is a new year and a time for new beginnings and new goals but it is also a time for a new you and a new way of thinking. It is a time to lighten up on yourself (just a little) so you can go after what you want, make your dreams come true and treat yourself every day to a life you crave.
Happy 2018 everyone. My book did well when it was free and has now fallen below the Top 100, but that is okay! It is my first publication… I am not worried. I will prosper and treat myself to amazing days in 2018.
Did you have a cozy holiday weekend? I hope so. I did. We no longer have a fireplace but the hubs and I put one of those TV ones on with the Christmas music and had an enjoyable Christmas Morning with Spirit the Cat. I got a bean and spice grinder and so made some fresh coffee for us. We both got some new PJs and that made it even cozier!
So, my novel, Consequences, is currently being checked over one last time by me before I make a date with a great editor referred by a friend. I had sent her the first ten pages and she looked through it and gave me some pointers. I did notice a few things that needed sprucing and that’s what I am doing now.
My first publication, Poetry Through Darkness, is available on Amazon at the moment. Despite being for sale right now, I have a secret to share with you! It will be free this Saturday and Sunday! Yes. One whole weekend the kindle version of Poetry Through Darkness will be free. I could use some reviews on it so if you buy it or wait until it is free, please leave a review. I am hoping to generate some interest along with the other over 1,000,000 books currently for sale on Amazon. My father would see that and tell me to not even bother, and twenty years ago I would have listened.
The New Year approaches and we all know what that means… resolutions! Or as I like to call them… goals.
I don’t have many this year.
Get my novel published.
Pay off some debt.
Get back in shape.
*be able to quit the day job*
They are the big three – and one wing and a prayer one – for me. The novel is a huge one. I feel like this novel is the one! I truly do. I was thinking of doing some character posts. I have read these before. The writer posts a blurb from one of the main characters as if the character is speaking directly to the audience. Have you ever seen anything like this and what did you think?
I hope you all have an awesome rest of your week! It is bitter cold here on the East Coast today so I am truly doing my best to stay cozy. Being at work, however, they frown upon fuzzy blankets, good books, and giant mugs of hot chocolate!
They say none of us know what we look like because we never get to see ourselves. A mirror is a reflection; not the real thing. If you feel pretty, when you look in the mirror you’ll see pretty. If you feel ugly, when you look in the mirror, you’ll see ugly. A mirror isn’t a reflection of what you see. It is a reflection of what you think and feel.
So, the mirror isn’t really the miracle at all. The miracle is that you have so much power to shape your world and it all starts with how you look at yourself.
As 2017 comes to a close, I hope that you will reflect on all the wonderful things you’ve accomplished in the last twelve months of your life. True, there may be some things that got sidetracked or even shoved into a dark hole.
That’s fine. Shit happens.
Despite the reflection of me looking back at me not really looking like me, I talk to it anyway. I ain’t easy on it either. I’m hard on people and even harder on myself. I need to be the best me I can be. All these chances I got in life and I’m still here? Yeah…
It truly is miraculous that I am still alive. I should have been dead a long time ago but for whatever reason, I breathe. I can’t just take that lightly.
So, A blessed yule and happy winter solstice to you. It’s a miracle any of us are here, really. Don’t take that shit for granted.
So, yes! I am officially an author. My first publication will go live on Amazon, January 1, 2018. This is just the tip of the iceberg, baby.
I am a legend in my own mind. Yes. And so should you be as well. It’s fine to look up to other people and commend them for their honor and bravery. But don’t sell yourself so goddamn short. You deserve a pat on the back, too, ya know.
When I hear the word legend, I think of people like Alexander the Great, George Washington, Terry Bradshaw and a rabbit named Bugs Bunny.
When I hear the word legendary, I think of timeless stories like The Ice Bowl of 1967, The Battle of the Bulge, the Blizzard of ’78 and The Fall in Frankford Crick.
Legends… they make shit happen. And while most legends are famous for doing deeds beyond the scope of good deed doing, others are legends in a small place like a family or a church. I am sure you know some legends – and legendary tales – in your hometown. Whether it is a happy story or a sad story it is a legendary tale that has trickled down the line of time to the current day. You’ll hear one person tell the story and then someone else says “Legendary.”
A quick legendary tale from my childhood:
It was the winter of ’81 and a bunch of us were playing in the woods on Ryerson Road. The one half of the street was all houses, but across the way down the hill was a part of the Frankford Creek (Crick) and Pennypack woods. We were all playing in the snow. This one kid, David was in full snowsuit gear – we thought this was ridiculous – and we talked him into walking on the frozen crick just to get across to the other side. We watched as he stepped on the ice like a soldier through a minefield. His footing so gingerly and deliberate we were sure he’d make it across, except he was going so slow. Back then it seemed like he was trying to walk halfway across the Delaware River. In reality, the crick was maybe ten feet wide.
Do I really have to tell you the rest of the story? He crept onto the ice, it cracked, we yelled for him to get off. But it was too late. David and his puffy snowsuit fell right through the ice into the frigid water. He screamed and cried, we laughed and then gasped in shock. He laid there (his head and upper body above the water) and we ran to get someone to help him.
We told that story between us for years; each year the story got a little more hyped up. And at some point, it became… a legend.
Do your best. Be your best. Live your best life and yes… be a legend in your own mind. Because sometimes that’s all it takes to become a legend in someone else’s.
I have a confession: I was a huge Madonna fan when I was little. I loved her! My mother? Not so much. I once asked for a BOY TOY belt buckle and my mother flipped. I didn’t know what it meant! Still, her belt buckle and slithering ways weren’t what lead me down a path of promiscuity. Despite her being ‘not what everyone thought she should be’ I feel Madonna really set the bar for a lot of women and girls because she had no fear. She did what she wanted (risque at times) and she was good at it.
There has always been this separate set of rules for men and women and people like her have slowly closed the gap. I remember when I was about 25, arguing with someone about promiscuity. Why was/is it okay for men to sleep around but not for women?
Anyway, that is a post for another day.
The point here is, EXPRESS YOURSELF! YES.
Why are many of us so afraid to express ourselves? I was always afraid because my mind doesn’t work like most other minds. Sometimes I believe I am a psychopath with a conscience. I love animals and bugs more than most humans. I love to write about dark and disturbing things. I have tried to write about happy shit, I have tried to love shopping and I have also tried desperately to love the color pink.
I love bugs, cars, getting dirty, football, serial killers (their minds, not their actions), abandoned buildings, barns, and farmhouses. I love it all! And I am still looking for a way to express my likes and loves into my art and words.
Though I haven’t painted anything in months, I think about it often. I mean, it feels so good sometimes to just let it out! Draw it out, paint it out, write it out, sing it out, dance it out, photograph it out, sketch it out, scream it out.
This post isn’t terribly fantastic (again) but I am on day three with this stupid migraine. The frustration I feel with this thing is palpable and only matched by my sheer annoyance that it is only Thursday.