There’s a little-known disorder that affects some authors that very few people, except other authors, knows about. Readers certainly don’t know, at least the ones that do not follow regularly, an author whose suffered it—and talked openly about it: Book Baby Blues. Authoring, revising, editing, and polishing a book is an intense labour of love. …
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Jun 26
Be at peace
I’m a perfectionist. And an Idealist. Which is a terrible combination. Especially for a writer. Case in point: After two hours of writing and revising two pages of profundity for this post, I deleted it all, and leave you with this: Nothing, and no one, is perfect. Strive to do your best work, always. Be …
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Jun 09
Summertime Christmas
I’ve been home all week working on final edits of My Own in preparation of sending it to my editor. Sporadically, I’ve been exchanging emails with the artist I hired to design three ebook/print book covers for my Dear One series. It’s been a quiet, and productive week. Quiet, because Hubs is out of town …
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May 18
A mother’s belated understanding
I’ve started final revisions of My Dear One’s sequel, My Own, in preparation of sending it to my editor, for you guessed it, her to send back to me for more revisions! But that is the nature of the authoring beast—you think you’re finished, and someone, maybe yourself, shows you how wrong you are. That …
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May 01
Shards and Silver
I married young. Some—okay, my mom—would say, too young. I was twenty. By the time I was twenty-six, I was a single mother of two, possessed of a far greater appreciation for the silver linings discovered when the tarnished brass aftermath of disintegrated dreams, is swept away. My youngest is now twenty. And marriage is …
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Apr 21
Letting a piece of me go…
At the beginning of April, I wrote about the bittersweet nature of this month for me, and for my mother. I shared the heartache and gratitude we each experience related to shared, and separate experiences, and how my mom’s experience inspired the events and theme of my first novel. So, it seems fitting that this …
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Apr 01
Bittersweet April
One-hundred-and-six years ago this month, the Titanic went down in the Atlantic Ocean with over two-thousand people on board. A little over seven-hundred survived. Fifty-four years ago this month, my mother left Maywood Home for Unwed Mothers, in Vancouver BC, where she’d lived during the final weeks of her pregnancy, and entered Vancouver’s Grace Hospital. …
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Mar 28
Itchy Feet – Family Tradition
March is winding down and April is set to debut, hopefully in a cacophony of colorful blooms and dazzling sunshine. We need it. This winter seems to be lingering, with unseasonably cold temperatures and precipitation over and above what the weather people term, Average. And frankly, I can’t wait. My feet are itching! No, I …
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Feb 14
Valentine’s Day Edition: Fate, Friendship, and Mud
Following a luncheon date with a friend, I’ll call her R, I texted her a thank you; shared how much I’d enjoyed our visit. She concurred, and expressed how crazy it was that we met where we did, when we did, each of us ending up at the same location through circumstance–hers sad, mine out …
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Jan 04
And then there are grandmas.
There are grandmas. And then there are grandmas. My maternal grandmother was of the latter variety. Soft in all the right places, gentle, quiet, she was the rock of the family. I loved her dearly. To me, she was Mum-mum, my name for her from the time I was toddler and she used to look …
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