Coming Alive

 

It’s literally sixty-five degrees outside (for WNY—that’s amazing) and I’m in here—writing. Not that I’m complaining, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Something comes alive in me when I write, something I didn’t even know was dying until I sit down and start. I know other people feel the same way. I’ve seen my nephew’s face when he sits down at the piano stool, seen my daughter’s eyes as she sees something that makes her grab her camera. Is it just creative people who are like that? Do accountants feel the thrill when the numbers all align? I have no idea. I hope so. Everyone should feel this alive.

Have a great weekend.

  

 

IWSG: November

Welcome. It’s the first Wednesday of the month, making it IWSG time. Thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh and co-hosts for putting this on. Insecurities come in many shapes and forms, and this month for me they come in the form of a clock. This is the last week of my thirties. Birthdays, especially big ones, make me stop and reflect. Am I happy with my life? Have I done everything I wanted to do? Yes and no. All in all I’m content, so.that’s not what I’m focused on this year. Today, with less than five days left to be thirty-nine, I’m faced with the reality that my life is more than likely half over. Scary, right? The first half was pretty good. I wonder what the second half will bring.

 

Anyone else out there face these insecurities around a big birthday?

Beginning this month, there will be changes here on this blog, mainly that it will focus exclusively on writing related things. I’ve begun two other blogs:  setbooksfreedotorg, to highlight Ubooks, and  Black and White  to offer information on publishing with us. Hope to see you there!