Motivation and Writing

Now that I have half a minute to completely focus on my writing, I feel scattered. The website that I went to on a daily basis, (well… almost) and tracked my writing habits is shutting down. With that habit forming tool, I feel disconnected and frustrated. I know word will do the trick, but accountability – outside myself, is the key.

I’ve spent time searching for a replacement, but none work as this did and the ‘creature of habit’ in me is rearing its ugly head.  Hopefully my routine will shore up in the next couple of weeks so I can focus the rest of summer.

Any thoughts on your part are quite welcome!

To a peaceful and heartfelt Memorial Day!

Good morning, goodnight wherever you are!



School. Is. Out.

School’s out for summer…

That’s all I gotta say now. I should write, but all I wanna do is think… Ok. Scream…

FREEDOM!! WHOOOOooooooHHhhoooooEEeeeee!

I’ll be around… hopefully much more soon. 😀

Take care one and all.

Good morning good night wherever you are.


Happy Tax Day!

Two years ago… near this very day, I began the story that I have run with through the majority of my writing degree, and I still feel all the same things.

Overwhelmed because I have never seen this story as a single novel but rather as a series.

Thrilled because of the artistic theme, and the possibilities of my students… OUR students, could achieve.  This is particularly true because I believe that art is a tool that can be used to calm the mind and help them the basic academic needs in a more enjoyable way.

Art could be a way to make the best of all things, especially if the teacher is artistic as well. How can we not use our own skills to help explain what we mean?

Forget the rote teaching habits.

Make it something the kids like. Can buy into.

Here’s to another year on the same path!

Hope all is well in your world.

Good morning goodnight wherever you are!



I don’t have a mission tonight…

I promised to be on the ball and keeping contact more after classes ended. What did I do?

I did NOT keep contact… No excuses, just a pure collapse and desire to veg out. I have not lost my focus on the story and intent, but I have not had a grip on where to go next either. I want to tighten down my story arc, but all I can feel are gaps in the storyline.

The one and only idea I have at this point … retype it all once again. Fill in where I know more is needed…(… insert ‘ah ha’ moment here …)

Thank you.  Thank you for being out there. I feel the gaps filling as I say it once again…

I will retype the whole thing again. That will help me address where description and dialogue are out of balance. It will give me the opportunity to take note of what characters need filling…

You all are absolutely awesome. Thank you for listening!

May the little things give you the same crazy insanity and joy that I find when I realize the little things fix it all.

Good morning, goodnight wherever you are!




A day to decompress…

Well… after the funeral of a kind man… that was the plan but now I realize that was a boldfaced wish, dream… liiiiieee!

Little things are my downfall, not the big life changers… little things. Like the dog getting stuck in a tree… again… so help me…

I need to build a box for her to hide in, and that will keep her from… no… not climbing it, but I bet I gave you a start there… crawling under it. More dead than alive, the juniper has become a nemesis… or combined with a dog… it has become just that.

Today is a day that does not include car troubles, or an absent vehicle while it is in the shop.

It does not include furnace, or work stresses…

Nor does it include homework… (… and I’m wondering about filling my time there even though I have a book to work on… so week 1 – I’ve created a new character, dreamt up a new idea or two to include, but generally just been a bum…)

I only have the cold water issue to figure out… And if the heater is bad, it is not gonna get fixed. I’d rather deal with figuring out a new house situation than dealing with the cost of fixing what has already been fixed. That being said, it better just be a minor element or pilot light issue.

So, now that I have been a whiner… again… maybe I best just wish you all a great day and I will be in touch. Much sooner than later as I fall into a real writing routine.

Catch you on the flip side!

Good morning goodnight wherever you are!



I’ve done… well, a few things. I’ve either passed or failed my last class… for now if not forever. I have also created  a new character to aggravate my troupe of five in my storyline, and I’ve begun writing purely for fun!

Oh how I have waited for that to happen. Next, Warm up the planet so I can actually feel my fingers while typing. That would be a glorious sensation… not to mention fix the water heater so it is actually hot… hopefully the pilot light is all that needs addressing there, but who knows. I was out of town at tournaments when it went out. Fortunately a kettle has been available to save my finners part time anyway.

I am in no fit state to be coherent today but… Oy… writing for fun! It’s beginning to set in… and you poor people will have to hear about it … repeatedly, when it does!

Talk to ya’ll soon, whooo!

Good morning, good night wherever you are!


The Beginning of the Dream

February 9th, 1980 was the beginning of many new facets for me. At 11, I was just your typical 6th grader. Maybe a little more comfortable with being a loner, but a new beginning was about to happen that I was not expecting in any way.

On February 9th, Russia took on our young Olympic hockey team, and as reports say, annihilated them.

Two weeks later, on February 22nd, I heard USA! USA! USA! echoing throughout the house, and went to investigate. As I remember the day, it was warmer than usual and Dad had been working outside. When I walked into the living room he told me that he had almost missed out on his plan to come in and watch the US versus USSR hockey match. Knowing the tensions that we had with Russia, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to stay and watch as well.

Needless to say, I found out about teamwork, sportsmanship, and patriotism in that hour and some. To this day, I blame them for my passion for basketball, supporting our troops in the good and bad, and taking my moment to live the dream. Even if my dream changes from year to year.

I never fail to feel the hum of excitement anytime I revisit that day, or research any aspect of the team. I am forever indebted to that group of men who had a vision and stayed Coach Brooks’ course.

I am forever building my life with the intent of reliving that joy through actions of my own making. Three decades ago – basketball. Two – college and soon after gaining my first teaching job. Now… writing for publication and taking the best darn action photos I can for my students to look back on as part of their personal history.

Pride is deep within each, but joy is the crux of it all.

What defining moments are yours?

Take a moment. Don’t rush the answer.

Choose wisely. Ponder it for a while, and find the joy in the moment.

There… don’t you just feel the breath of fresh air that never fails to amaze you?

Absorb that joy and make it yours.

Mine is going to take me into dreamland with a smile.

Take care one and all.

Good morning, goodnight wherever you are!

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