So you want to be a writer.

The first step is (according to Rene G.) get your behind in the chair.  She calls it BIC. Butt In Chair.  She is right.

With that most difficult of all steps taken, write!

It is that easy.  Several authors have been credited for saying, “Writing is easy.  Anyone can do it.  Just sit down and open a vein.”  It isn’t easy to put your heart out there for everyone to pick apart or to love.  It is extremely difficult.  I have reached the point where I am unable to refrain from writing.  I can go a few days, but I have to let the people in my heart and head talk.  I am working on getting published.  This takes almost as much courage and fortitude as parking your hind-end in your chair.  Remember:  you are writing what you want to write and not what they tell you to write.

If you need more advice or how-to information, I’d like to recommend that you pick up a copy of (or download a copy) Darlene Shortridge and Daniel Mawhinney’s book 40 Day Publishing.


AND for our words of the week:

  1. sagacity:  shrewd, canny, wise.  Showing great sagacity, he neatly avoided the overly inquisitive reporter’s ambiguous questions.
  2. sangfroid:  (cold blooded) composure or coolness, sometimes excessive, as shown in dangerous or trying circumstances, composure, poise, self assurance.  Despite the unwarranted attack on his reputation, he replied with great sangfroid.  No one could tell if he was offended or not.
  3. pixilated:  crazy or confused, it may also refer to the blurriness of pictures that have been enlarged beyond clarity’s reach. That boy is pixilated.  No doubt he’s suffering from spring fever.
  4. inchoate:  not fully formed, rudimentary, still in its beginning state.  The new leaders are dealing with an inchoate democracy.
  5. indolent:  lazy, wanting to avoid or avoiding activity or exertion.  The indolent young man wouldn’t get off the couch to fix his own lunch.

Enjoy and Be Blessed!


Isaiah 40:31

Happy Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday.  Today is my oldest daughter’s.  Next week is my daughter-in-law’s birthday.  We enjoyed a lovely dinner at Ted’s Escondido by the Outlet Mall in OKC.

Those of you who know me well know that I collect music boxes.  But, the music has to fit the box.  I have a phone that plays I Just Called to Say I Love You.  I have a teddy bear holding a globe that plays It’s a Small World.  A beer stein plays How Dry I Am, my trolley car chimes out the dulcet tones of I Left My Heart in San Francisco.   My clowns all play Here Come the Clowns. 

What I didn’t have until Sunday was a music box dancer that played Music Box Dancer.  I’ve been looking for one for years.  I was probably too picky.  I wanted a pink and white jewelry box with a pop up ballerina that played the right song.  You guessed it.  They all played something else.

But my wonderful children–especially the second one–found a beautiful jewelry box, perfect in pink, white, and gold,  With some help from her brother-in-law, they changed out the musical mechanism for one that played the right tune.   So, yes, Sunday at Ted’s I cried.  I still get teary when I think about how very much I am loved.

I hope each and everyone of you has someone in their life that loves them as much as I am loved even though that much love is a huge responsibility.

Blessings to you and yours.

Isaiah 40:31



This week’s words are:

apotheosis:  the highest point in the development of something, culmination, climax

apropos: with reference to, concerning, about

arcane; mysterious, secret, or perhaps only understandable by few

farinaceous:  flour or cereal made with grains, nuts, or starchy roots

fecund:  producing or able to produce an abundance of offspring, fertile.  Our neighbor’s garden has particularly fecund soil.