First: Liar’s Diary: I am getting through it, fiction not my cup of tea and am not relating to any of the characters yet, HOWEVER, my caregiver is DIEING to read it, asking me at every visit, “Are you done yet?” (I told her she could take it when I’m done.) It takes a female perspective and that is hard for me )Though I very much enjoyed Nanny Diaries…go figure; anyhoo, my stupid computer has been acting up, hard to get all of the You Tube, but I think I know where it will go.(I’ll watch it all tomorrow on better computer, if my neighbor is home.) The Secret…yeah…uh, when searching if you find a reaping of rewards you are very correct–that is all that matters. I cheer your rewards!
OK! Finally got to watch whole You Tube—Ross cracks me up. Very cool what hapened to her. This stuff happens to me all the time. I chalk it up to dumb luck/fate, destiny, or my supposed psychic ability(whatever that is—I never have understood.)
Especially during last year sooo much stuff went down in such a freaky way. Some nights I fell asleep thinking–wow, did all that just happen? I do know this: one must put it on the line, take risk in stride, be fearless, be a sponge to life. Follow your dreams no matter how crazy or impossible you are told that they are, if you fail–so be it. People get too hung up over “failure.” Not every baby bird survives. Perfect flowers are crushed/killed by humans and animals every day, yet flowers grow, we never consider all the death that surrounds them. I have so much to share about the last few years of my life. I think I need to start my novel, blogging takes up so much time and my health does not allow for all he time I need. I question why I should write a book. I have plenty of material. I can Stephen King outline it all in no time. Yet, I question in my mind—why?
I am testing the water with tid bits while blogging, are people interested? Would it help anyone? I am highly motivated if I see a need unfilled, an understanding sought but not found…so my blogging is gving me some insight into this aspect.
Well, you know I think you should write your book. People are interested in great storytelling. From what I’ve read on your blog you are a great one. Diane, I know you don’t “know” me, but if you did you’d know that I never provide empty compliments.
Oh, Auria, you’re killing me. You got me thinking about writing again, seriously thinking. I’d have to stop blogging. It engulfs me. (real writing) I do feel your compliments. I downplay them because I don’t want to get the itch. I’ve even tried backhanded insulting you…I don’t know how long you’ve lived in NYC, but you act like a native. I like you a lot. I like your blog. I like how you think. Hold it…hold it…I’m about to break into song.
First: Liar’s Diary: I am getting through it, fiction not my cup of tea and am not relating to any of the characters yet, HOWEVER, my caregiver is DIEING to read it, asking me at every visit, “Are you done yet?” (I told her she could take it when I’m done.) It takes a female perspective and that is hard for me )Though I very much enjoyed Nanny Diaries…go figure; anyhoo, my stupid computer has been acting up, hard to get all of the You Tube, but I think I know where it will go.(I’ll watch it all tomorrow on better computer, if my neighbor is home.) The Secret…yeah…uh, when searching if you find a reaping of rewards you are very correct–that is all that matters. I cheer your rewards!
OK! Finally got to watch whole You Tube—Ross cracks me up. Very cool what hapened to her. This stuff happens to me all the time. I chalk it up to dumb luck/fate, destiny, or my supposed psychic ability(whatever that is—I never have understood.)
Especially during last year sooo much stuff went down in such a freaky way. Some nights I fell asleep thinking–wow, did all that just happen? I do know this: one must put it on the line, take risk in stride, be fearless, be a sponge to life. Follow your dreams no matter how crazy or impossible you are told that they are, if you fail–so be it. People get too hung up over “failure.” Not every baby bird survives. Perfect flowers are crushed/killed by humans and animals every day, yet flowers grow, we never consider all the death that surrounds them. I have so much to share about the last few years of my life. I think I need to start my novel, blogging takes up so much time and my health does not allow for all he time I need. I question why I should write a book. I have plenty of material. I can Stephen King outline it all in no time. Yet, I question in my mind—why?
I am testing the water with tid bits while blogging, are people interested? Would it help anyone? I am highly motivated if I see a need unfilled, an understanding sought but not found…so my blogging is gving me some insight into this aspect.
Well, you know I think you should write your book. People are interested in great storytelling. From what I’ve read on your blog you are a great one. Diane, I know you don’t “know” me, but if you did you’d know that I never provide empty compliments.
Did you see this post and comments?: http://auriacortes.com/seventy-days-of-sweat-writing-challenge/
If the Seventy Days of Sweat challenge is too much for you, consider Club 100. All you have to do is write 100 words a day, that’s it.
Oh, Auria, you’re killing me. You got me thinking about writing again, seriously thinking. I’d have to stop blogging. It engulfs me. (real writing) I do feel your compliments. I downplay them because I don’t want to get the itch. I’ve even tried backhanded insulting you…I don’t know how long you’ve lived in NYC, but you act like a native. I like you a lot. I like your blog. I like how you think. Hold it…hold it…I’m about to break into song.
“You got me thinking about writing again…”
One of the purposes of my blog. To get other writers to write.
“I’d have to stop blogging.”
Your bloggers will hate me. I will hate me. Where else can I retell a story about Montel William’s nice firm ass? Nowhere else but your blog.