Friday, December 23, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
What a great year it has been...
WORD FOR THIS POST:
Christmas (n) :the annual festival of the Christian church commemorating the birth of Jesus: celebrated on December 25 and now generally observed as a legal holiday and an occasion for exchanging gifts
This will be my last post for this year as I take a break to prepare for Christmas and enjoy the time with family and friends.
As Christmas nears, all the ooey, gooey feelings inside me return. No matter how you celebrate it, or if you celebrate it I do hope that everyone is safe and not alone. For some it is time to simply get together with family and friends, sing carols, enjoy a break from work, help those less fortunate or celebrate the birth of Jesus.
This time of the year I get a lump in my throat thinking about how fortunate I am to be where I am and who I am. So much has happened and changed. I finally published my first novel, met wonderful people and made new life lasting friends. I had a rough December with my sick kids and feel so blessed they're all right and back to their bouncy selves.
This month for me brings thoughts about those who cannot be with us anymore. Like my grandfather, or my husband's mom whom he lost when he was four.
During the season I also think about what it would be like if I had no one (I know, that's just me). Even if I don't want to think about it, I know there are those who will never know the smell of hot chocolate on Christmas morning, and will never feel a mother's comforting smooch on their cheek when she kisses them goodnight. A whisper in your ear that everything will be ok, even when it won't. A comforting hug, for no reason... ...just because.
And I will always have those people in my thoughts and in my prayers, building hope that these little gifts I take for granted will somehow find their way into their life.
Although sometimes sad, I need to think about these things to make my Christmas special. This is the way I realize what I have is much more than many do and the people in my life are special. I am fortunate to have you all in my life, share my thoughts, tears, laughs and joys.
Please take the time this season to ... ... to take time. We rush so much every day. As cliche as it sounds, I will stop and smell the roses, keep my fingers away from the computer, hug my kids as much as I can and tell them I love them. I plan to smile more often, laugh much more and take deeper breaths.
For those traveling have a safe journey and those drinking, hand your keys over to a designated driver.
Christmas (n) :the annual festival of the Christian church commemorating the birth of Jesus: celebrated on December 25 and now generally observed as a legal holiday and an occasion for exchanging gifts
This will be my last post for this year as I take a break to prepare for Christmas and enjoy the time with family and friends.
As Christmas nears, all the ooey, gooey feelings inside me return. No matter how you celebrate it, or if you celebrate it I do hope that everyone is safe and not alone. For some it is time to simply get together with family and friends, sing carols, enjoy a break from work, help those less fortunate or celebrate the birth of Jesus.
This time of the year I get a lump in my throat thinking about how fortunate I am to be where I am and who I am. So much has happened and changed. I finally published my first novel, met wonderful people and made new life lasting friends. I had a rough December with my sick kids and feel so blessed they're all right and back to their bouncy selves.
This month for me brings thoughts about those who cannot be with us anymore. Like my grandfather, or my husband's mom whom he lost when he was four.
During the season I also think about what it would be like if I had no one (I know, that's just me). Even if I don't want to think about it, I know there are those who will never know the smell of hot chocolate on Christmas morning, and will never feel a mother's comforting smooch on their cheek when she kisses them goodnight. A whisper in your ear that everything will be ok, even when it won't. A comforting hug, for no reason... ...just because.
And I will always have those people in my thoughts and in my prayers, building hope that these little gifts I take for granted will somehow find their way into their life.
Although sometimes sad, I need to think about these things to make my Christmas special. This is the way I realize what I have is much more than many do and the people in my life are special. I am fortunate to have you all in my life, share my thoughts, tears, laughs and joys.
Please take the time this season to ... ... to take time. We rush so much every day. As cliche as it sounds, I will stop and smell the roses, keep my fingers away from the computer, hug my kids as much as I can and tell them I love them. I plan to smile more often, laugh much more and take deeper breaths.
For those traveling have a safe journey and those drinking, hand your keys over to a designated driver.
Friday, December 16, 2011
2011 Resolution and my son's joke...
WORD FOR THIS POST:
Cataclysm (n): 1. any violent upheaval, especially one of a social or political nature. 2. Physical Geography . a sudden and violent physical action producing changes in the earth's surface. 3. an extensive flood; deluge.
The featured blog/site for today is The Indie Book Collective. Whether you're published traditionally or you've gone the self-publishing route, this is a great site to explore with plenty of material (including marketing).
Next Friday I will be driving to Florida with my family so my last post before Christmas will be on Monday. The next one after that (unless I feel creative) will be in the New Year.
Now, for my 2011 resolution, yes 2011 I've been thinking a lot about this blog and about my posts the past week. I want to give my followers something useful, something that will be meaningful and they will enjoy. I don't want to post stuff for the sake of 'posting' or filling in the week. I have a few ideas that will start in the New Year.
Bottom line, my resolution is that I will try posting on Monday's and Friday' only. I will reserve Wednesday's for the occasional guest posts. That's right! If you would like to do a guest post, an interview or have another idea, let me know. I will put a new page together this weekend with some guidelines. This will begin first week of 2012.
Now, for my son's joke:
"Mommy, why did the boy climb up the maple tree?"
"Why?"
"To play with the Maple Leafs."
For those who don't know, Maple Leafs are Toronto's Hockey Team. I thought it was a cute joke for an eight year old.
Cataclysm (n): 1. any violent upheaval, especially one of a social or political nature. 2. Physical Geography . a sudden and violent physical action producing changes in the earth's surface. 3. an extensive flood; deluge.
The featured blog/site for today is The Indie Book Collective. Whether you're published traditionally or you've gone the self-publishing route, this is a great site to explore with plenty of material (including marketing).
Next Friday I will be driving to Florida with my family so my last post before Christmas will be on Monday. The next one after that (unless I feel creative) will be in the New Year.
Now, for my 2011 resolution, yes 2011 I've been thinking a lot about this blog and about my posts the past week. I want to give my followers something useful, something that will be meaningful and they will enjoy. I don't want to post stuff for the sake of 'posting' or filling in the week. I have a few ideas that will start in the New Year.
Bottom line, my resolution is that I will try posting on Monday's and Friday' only. I will reserve Wednesday's for the occasional guest posts. That's right! If you would like to do a guest post, an interview or have another idea, let me know. I will put a new page together this weekend with some guidelines. This will begin first week of 2012.
Now, for my son's joke:
"Mommy, why did the boy climb up the maple tree?"
"Why?"
"To play with the Maple Leafs."
For those who don't know, Maple Leafs are Toronto's Hockey Team. I thought it was a cute joke for an eight year old.
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