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The Birth of a New Book
Now that I have released my second title, I have found that the birth of a new book–no matter how many times you do it–feels just like the first. This gives me hope. It puts a smile on my face. It assures me that there will always be a certain element of excitement, mystery and even misery that accompanies this momentous occasion. I don’t ever want to tire of this. You see, the birth of a new book is much like the birth of a child. It’s legacy. It’s lineage. It’s a part of you that will remain until time indefinite. It’s evidence of the idea that was conceived, nurtured…
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Thank you Writer’s Block. I appreciate you.
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Thank you Writer’s Block. I appreciate you.
Thank you Writer’s Block. I appreciate you. I can’t believe I just typed those words. But they’re true. Let me tell you about it. I’m a writer. And like the vast majority of writers, I occasionally stumble upon a bout of Writer’s Block. I’m working on a book that’s due to be released in the fall. My book, entitled The Belief in Wings: Evolving from Self-doubt to Personal Power, is a three-part journey designed to encourage teen girls to find their voices, choose courage and step into their greatness. This book is very personal for me. The messages I share with the girls are messages I didn’t receive…messages that would have helped me…
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The Birth of a New Book
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A Love Affair
A Love Affair ~ Our link has been tumultuous filled with turbulence and passion Dangerously you’ve escorted me from misery to satisfaction You have cut me and left me wounded, dying, lost in tears Then comforted me in your warm embrace and delivered me from my fears ~ You’ve been absent from my memory, forgotten, obsolete Only to return again, at my lips we meet You make your presence known when I am naive and unassuming Sometimes you’re softly spoken, at others loudly booming ~ You are there when I am naked, standing all alone Quickly transforming from tender to harsh depending on my tone You are there when I…
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Letting My Heart Speak…
For the past few weeks, I have been working on a book. I have been fully immersed in my story. It’s a story that has been waiting to be told for a very long while. It’s a story my heart wants to tell. More specifically, it’s a story my heart has been longing to tell, but just couldn’t. I wasn’t brave enough. I’m still not as brave as I need to be, but I’m hoping that as my story unfolds, my courage will, too. But for a while, the story was stuck. I had hit a dead end, with no where to turn and zero sense of direction. After some…
