I will admit (with head hung low) that sometimes necessary assistance is … well necessary. Between friends and family sometimes outside help is needed. Usually with a program or format or whatever it is.

We have to take the high road, pull up our big girly or boy panties and go get that help… Unfortunately that sometimes means paying some out of pocket monies. But if you come so close to a project, you do whatever is necessary to make it happen….

This is why most of us have that full time job ………

This is a quick blog but I’m in the middle of working on my short story project…… so

Till we meet again… Keep being creative.

In the middle of your writing/editing/publishing adventure, sometimes a lot of stress can happen… We can handle a little stress but what if there’s a lot of stress? What if your life gets turned upside down and you just cant seem to get out of that slump.

As I said in my previous blog.. its ok to take time for yourself and heal, but then there comes a time when you need to get back up and start again. Starting again is the absolute worse… whether its a diet, a workout plan, a job, writing that story that was lost, its still starting over again. But the great thing about being a creative person is, its not like starting over. Its more like a reboot.

Easy right?

I would love to say yes but sometimes it takes more tears then your willing to admit. Sometimes with going back too soon, you may not be ready or you are ready but you don’t think you are.

Then it can become writers block… for artists I’m assuming there’s a name for it as well, like the muse is being a dick. Whatever that name is, it affects all of us at one time or another.. if you are the lucky one that can absolutely say that it has never happened to you… then good for you!! As I say with a nasty look in the corner as the rest of us stare at you uncomfortably for a while…

But anyway with all of that in the back of your minds… so now that we have had time to get back to life, be ready to deal with the back up stuff… All of the stuff we ignored or let go….

Good Luck with that… but you got this!! After you get organized, you apologize, you stop alienating, stop binge eating.. except that burger joint,.. you know which one… its time to dive back into what makes you truly happy.

This will make your life worth living, worth celebrating, worth being active in. This will make your days that have become difficult lately.. not so bad,, tolerable to say the least. Get back on that horse and write… If you stare at that blank page for more then an hour, pull back and take just a little more break. Write a blog, write an entry in your journal, draw some stick figures for your nieces or nephews. Paint some leaves on that tree outside.. Read a book or look at nature– whatever made you love your art in the first place…. Whatever you need to do, don’t let that writers block take you away from your creative self…. It is not forever.. It is not the suckage of your talent. After that writers block or any block pasts, you will be amazing again. You will come out at the end of that horrible tunnel with work that you can smile again at…

I promise.

Well Till we meet again…. keep being creative!!

So much has happened in my life as of late and unfortunately a lot of important events, people, and things have been thrown to the wayside. I of course, as an adult, knew that everything would eventually get better but for a while I was drowning. Thank god for life preservers…. people and my own strength. I think as a society we forget that we need those two things, or we forget we have them. I am very lucky that I have so many amazing people that are in my life, but we don’t always have a way to remember that, when we are so deep in the mud. As I wept hard in my closet and I didnt think I would stop or get out of the closet, I had choices to make.

I could either stay in this closet and stop existing or I can get out of this closet and be me. Be who a lot of people depend on and of course who I need. It was a dark place but like I said I knew that it would get better. We have to remember to breathe and keep breathing. It may feel like the other would be better, no more pain, no more hurt, no more. But what about love, friendship, karaoke, Legos, DnD, summers, winters, nature, books, movies, Netflix, art. What about when things aren’t so bad,

For me it was my writing, friends and family and the days where I can laugh fully again, without afterthought.

But even if we can’t remember those things at the moment, they are there. There was a really cool post on Facebook that basically said, “I would rather talk to you about your problems than lose you for them.” That is so true. If you were like me and I was in a room full of people but I felt utterly alone, we sometimes have to find that strength that we all have. It’s there and will be there when we are at the most desperate. Then we can find that one person who can help.

Another important aspect that I forgot is to be patient with yourself. I hurt myself a lot by feeling like I had to jump into my life right away. Some forms of our lives we have to… children, work, eating. But things like writing can wait until we are ready. Writing, reading, drawing, painting, exercising…. anything that brings us absolute joy can wait just a bit more. They will be there when you’re ready.

So don’t be too hard on yourself, reach out when you need help and remember we all have that strength that is there when you need it most.

Till we meet again. Keep being creative!!

This journey has been a long one, I mean a really long and grueling one. Filled with mistakes, and cringe worthy moments. Tears and laughter but of course anger. The journey is still not over, I mean far from for a writer.

As a person, a mother, a wife, a friend, an aunt.. a person who still has to work to pay the bills, life can suck. Covid doesnt make this any easier. We all are fighting the good fight, except for my dog who is looking at me, like I need to stop writing and pet her.

Ok I am back

But between our personal lives and trying to make some kind of living as a writer, I forget a few things. A very good friend of mine asked me.. “do I write for fun?”

hmm that was a great question. As a writer, writing in general is fun. But I guess I would have to say I don’t do it as much. When I was writing my story, that was fun. I used to sit in my moms room, pen and paper in hand and music in background as I stared out her window. I used to write for hours, without knowledge or care about book deals, or making any income at all.

Have we lost our sense of what writing or dreaming in general was to us when we were younger, as we get older?

When we are younger, time is infinite. We don’t have a semblance of time or even that we are limited to the amount of it. But as we get older, the craft we loved becomes something that we want to make an actual job at. I mean as a person such as myself, to be a writer full time and be able to make a living from it…. who would of thunk it?

So yet again to answer my dear friend, no I don’t write for fun anymore… or do I?

Well as always, till we meet again. Keep writing/drawing/creating…. living