The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of 2018

It’s the end of the year. Time for the annual review of the past twelve months and judge the good, the bad, and the ugly of 2018. Or is that just me? The Good, The Bad, The Ugly of 2018 Blog Posts The best and worst of my blog posts for 2018 didn’t actually surprise me. The least visited, liked, and commented upon (rightfully so) was You Might Be An Alien. Hmm, maybe I am not as funny as I think I am. Lesson learned. lol The ten posts that received the most likes include: Book Cover Reveal: My Soul to Keep Lessons from 2017 and Strategies for 2018 If you can dream it, you can do it My Dear Old Dog Summer Vacation: Terror in a Tent Part I Summer Vacation: Terror in a Tent Part II Be the Master of Your Time Your Valentine’s Day Survival Guide I am Disappointed but Not Discouraged How to Keep Your Writing Alive in A Family Crisis The blog post with the most page views, likes, and comments was: Book Cover Reveal: My Soul to Keep. My page visits, likes, and comments are massively improved over last year. For that I have you, my […]

What Is Bad Will Be Better Tomorrow

In my year-end review process I go through my old journals to get a sense of where I was last year and five years ago. It helps me to see what my goals were, what I’ve accomplished, and where my goals changed.  This year something I wrote five years ago, caught my attention. I don’t remember the details but can read between the lines. I had said something out loud about my dream of being a successful writer and it paralyzed me for a while. It’s been a rough year–again. But the little free verse that I wrote five years ago speaks to me today about more than my writing. What is bad, will be better tomorrow. I Dreamed and was Afraid I dreamed aloud today. I boasted of my writing abilities. And I grew afraid. I’m not that good. And I wasn’t. I dreamed a quiet dream. And I whispered I will try. And still I was afraid. But I tried. And words meandered across the page. I stopped dreaming. And I wrote. I was still afraid. But I did it anyway. And words marched and plodded and stumbled and fell. It wasn’t that good. But it was getting better. […]

Sneak Peek At A Work-In-Progress

There are wine tastings and cheese tastings and sneak peaks. Today I decided to give you a small sneak peek at a work-in-progress. The working title is Ian’s Trust. So without further ado, please enjoy this sneak peak Ian’s Trust Angry and distrustful after his parents are Taken, Ian must rely on his best friend’s help when he and his siblings hide in the Smokey Mountains. But if Ian doesn’t stop their pursuers, the Cleaners, he and his siblings face re-education or death. %%% Ian Henry Hobart breathed in the odors of rank sweat, burnt coffee, and sweet ink. He loved the tiny newsroom and not just because working as a copyboy took him out of high school for half the day. This afternoon the room pulsed with twelve loud-talking men and the clack, ratchet, and ding of typewriters. Under it all the rumble of the presses downstairs sent vibrations through the floor, through Ian’s shoes, and into his bones. The Ambrose Chronicle served the community of Ambrose, Virginia and the surrounding area. The next closest city with a newspaper was Lynchburg. “Hey, Ian.” Montgomery Jones, Ian’s best friend and the second copyboy at Ambrose Chronicle, sat on the copy bench […]