I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Not my house but I could live 'write' there.
One year ago today my husband and I downsized, half the house, one quarter the land. What we have is still too big, still too much to mow, but perfect considering the size of our family. It’s just the two of us, plus a little wiener of a dog, but when the kids, and their kids show up, what we have suits us fine.

We will eventually have to whittle down the space again. I am hoping, that when that happens, it will be a choice and not a forced quick carving up of what’s placed on our plates, like illness or the death of one of us.

In two weeks I am retiring from my 9 to 5, into what is commonly called semi-retirement. I’m still working but less hours. It’s like before and after getting a driver’s license, before and after graduation, marriage, children and their licenses, graduations, marriage and children. One of those life events redefining life.  Very exciting.

All this downsizing, as I ramp up writing, means the house won’t be any cleaner and I won’t be cooking more. Less time on my feet and more time on my ass, (close to fridge), means…well you know what that means.

I will fight to finish my projects and not expand my pants-size.

What was your last life event?


  1. I'm so happy you will have time to write, Carolynn! <3

    I've had a super challenging time since my b-day—not health issues, thank God. When I read what I wrote under the crazy circumstances, I'm dazed, and not necessarily in a good way. LOL. But everything has calmed down, so let's hope I'll get back on track and write in a normal fashion again. At least my kind of "normal"... 😉

    P.S. I love the house in the picture...

    1. I love that I'll have time to write too.
      Ya know...calm is good but challenge is grist for great stories.
      Hang in Lilac.