Thinking Thoughts Thursday

Just finished Zooming with Sam Tyler, my Book Coach. It was a good conversation and set me thinking. My genre will probably be fiction. It sounds as if you include real people in stories they could have grounds to sue you for writing your truth. That is interesting, isn’t it? Expect to see the usual paragraph about “any resemblance between the fictional characters and real persons is strictly coincidental” at the front of my book. It’s just the thing to do to protect yourself.

The whole thing reminds me of a coffee mug I saw, “If you are concerned I wrote about you, you should have treated me better.” Pretty sassy, but true.

Consider yourself warned!

I I can only hope to have the stamina to tell the stories that need telling. It’s a personal choice to spend time with all of these creative things, one that makes my life feel fuller. I’m learning so much sometimes I think my brain will explode. There are not enough hours in the day to read, to write, and to quilt. I think this afternoon, I’m going to be working on the poppies quilt. It’s all ready to go, and I’m feeling the bug to work on it. While creating with one medium, I can get inspirations for another medium.

I have a lot of character development issues to hone in on. That is kind of a fun analysis to do. Personalities can change. People can change. Dramatically, in fact. My story is about a woman who changes and how she does it. Gradually. Unrest haunts her. After being told she can’t do things, she does. And surprises herself. She finds herself in the process. It all sounds so easy, but it’s not. It’s slowly revealing itself to me with Sam’s help. I like what I’m learning and seeing how I can do things more effectively.

Sometimes I get the feeling poetry would be “easier.” I think using fewer words would have to be so disciplined, so exacting. Maybe one day I can try it, too. For now, I’ll stick with writing. Whatever is created is good, and using talents God gave us.

While this is pretty short again today, I just have a lot to think about. That’s where my time needs to be today, digesting what I’ve heard today, and formulating my updated plans for Katie’s story. She has quite a story to tell. I appreciate you reading today, and hope to see you here again tomorrow. Be safe today, I’m wearing my mask to Target to quickly grocery shop, and using hand sanitizer when I get back in the car. Help a Grandma out, and let’s get this pandemic under control so I can meet my grandson in Colorado! Thanks for your participation. Bless you.

Thankful Thursday

Every morning, there are tons of posts on the Facebook feeds marking everyone’s take on the state of the United States right now. Some are worth watching, some are not. I have viewed, and even liked, YouTube videos from The HodgeTwins. Twin black men who give a sometimes humorous answer to some of today’s odd situations. It is much food for thought. Check them out. CAUTION: Language. And encouragement to use plain English. Their post is about Bubba Wallace. How terrible his situation was a hoax! Why do people have to do this type of thing? I’m a NASCAR fan, but wow. This is a new desperate attempt to try and get attention for a sport that is having a severe image problem. It’s just not the same since Tony Stewart retired. He was the last great scrapper of a driver, in my humble opinion.

It’s a big day today. It’s official. Book Coach Sam Tyler and I have entered into a contract to work on my book, The Freeing of Katie Fitzgibbons. It is a prequel to what I’ve spent the last year writing, These Walls DO Talk. Walls is now on hiatus, and Freeing is the work in progress now. I’m very excited and have a lot of work to accomplish before our first meeting date of July 9. It seems as if that’s a long time away, but it isn’t.

In the work we’ve done so far, I’m finding Sam knows things I’m not aware of about my characters and how they behave. She can coax it out of me and onto the paper. You think you know all about your characters. Creating them doesn’t equal knowing about them. I didn’t believe it myself until just now when I wrote this. It’s eerie and comforting at the same time. She is helping me become a much better writer. And if I become a better writer, I’ll be a better author when my body of works become reality.

Are you an empath? I am.

Shannon Schofield, a friend from I Create Daily, wrote the poem above in the spirit of Paul Harvey’s “So God Made a Farmer.” I wanted to share it with you since I found it to be perfect for the current world, in the grand scheme of things.

I don’t believe being an empath is a bad thing. Care must be taken when an empath cares for someone. Caring can be listening to, counseling, walking miles for friends, and many other gifts of giving empathy. It’s a learning process. At first, we are trusting everyone has a good heart. Wouldn’t that be wonderful if everyone did? Unfortunately, empaths often attract narcissists. It’s a hazard of the empathetic soul. After awhile we learn which souls are pure and which ones aren’t. We learn to spend our gifts on the genuine souls. I think some folks have discovered the empath in them since the pandemic started. It can be exhausting, and we need to learn to hold space for our own care every day. That’s a hard thing for me but I’m working on it.

Tonight will be the official party for Gavin’s birthday of June 30. Out of town relatives will help make a great celebration for him. I love birthdays, it’s a day that’s just YOU. Unless you’re a multiple. Strange, Goldie must have missed Gavin all morning. The Babe was gone, and I swear I’ve stopped every five minutes to see what she wants. Finally settled down to sleep awhile. It’s worse than trying to figure out what a fussy baby wants. I think Goldie’s an empath, too.

Going to take it easy this afternoon. Just read a little and make some more notes for my next book writing session. I’m reading “Personality Isn’t Permanent,” by Benjamin Hardy, PhD. While dealing with self-limiting thinking, you cannot become anything else but what you are limited to. Introvert? I was terribly as a kid. I really was in high school. And I was until about age 30 when I got divorced. Hmmm? I had to be different. It was the biggest decision of my life so far, and I had to make it work. It did, and I’ve never looked back to my self-limiting living. More on the book tomorrow.

Thank you for reading today. I appreciate your time. Hope to see you tomorrow, you know I’ll be here!