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.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Helloooo ho ho happy holidays

Oh my. So long since I posted a comment.
I'm still here, still writing and figuring out my next move.
Because I have retired from full-time to part-time at my 9 to 5 and because I have retired my column (it rests but still has a heartbeat), I am immersing myself in family.
For well over forty years I have not been able to devote myself to family and the season because of my job. This year is the first year they have come first. It is beyond wonderful that a time clock does not rule the holiday.

Next year...who knows what it will bring. Last years horoscope said that THIS year would be one of big changes. It sure was, continues to be and is wonderful.
Still querying.
Finalizing a new/old project and deciding on next moves.
Until then, ho ho, happy New Year and may your holidays be ones filled with what really matters to you.