“By now I thought I’d be sitting by glorious, turquoise waters on some Mediterranean beach, drinking something exotic and have money pouring out of my ears,” said no real author ever.  We start with such passion and fervor.  As a painter crafts a masterpiece and thinks he’s done, than takes a closer look, noticing something wrong or feeling the need to add more – so it is with a writer.  First draft is like pouring your life into something and feeling you’ve said it all. Then you re-read and find flaws or things don’t flow as they should.  You beat yourself up for a while and then go back for more.  My day in the sun has not yet arrived, but it will.

I must admit, my journey has taken a brief detour. Something got in the way. Just as in life, we run through times of being put through obstacles, we might experience writer’s block – our muse is out to lunch or we simply need to separate ourselves from our masterpiece for a time.

In my case, the re-routing of the past few weeks started about a week after completing a performance in a play. In all my years of performing it never seems to fail. I fall victim to something similar to postpartum depression, accompanied by laryngitis, coughing and what seems to be an eternal recovery period.

Some suggest that diving into another project will keep the creative process moving on. Some will tell you that you need a break before moving on. Others suggest that God is telling you to relax for a while. I agree with all those things. As I get older, I’m doing so more often,

Usually a driven person with a strong work ethic finds it difficult to take a break. We feel compelled to work even when we age. Probably then even more so, because the time we have allotted to us is quickly waning.  Still we must take time to heal and since writing isn’t a physical activity we can still use our old noggin, which I’ve been keeping engaged with. Of course after a while, unless you put those thoughts on the keyboard, they quickly fade into oblivion.

In the meantime, muddling through seems like a good option

So as my body gets ready for the next step to finishing my novel, I will wait sort of patiently, and pray that I get it done before God chooses to take me home, it’s just another lesson in perseverance and endurance.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    I nominated you for something! 🙂

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  2. I have often thought it would be amazing to write a book. I would have no idea where to start. You have my undying admiration for undertaking that!

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    • says:

      I was so excited to get to the necessary number of words. Then I began the editing process which is even more work intensive. We’ll see where this goes. The biggest project I’ve done so far.hope I get it in print before I die. I don’t think I’ll need to when I get to heaven😍


  3. hatrack4 says:

    Maybe the Eclectic Contrarian nominated you for the Award Free Award.

    Anyway, hang in there. We are our own worst critics, when we try to be honest with ourselves. Just don’t throw out the baby with the bath water.

    You get sick afterwards. You just don’t have time to get sick during. My wife would practice for the cantata for two months and get sick – same kind of thing – three days before the performance. At least she didn’t have a solo.

    Hope you are better.

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