Submitted!

I just wrote my first article for online publication.  I'd love to share it with you here and now, but one of the rules is that the article cannot be published anywhere else.  Ergo, I cannot self-publish.  I will put up a link when it is accepted, or will post it in full if it is not. 

It was difficult to start the article because once it was finally on paper it was real, and not a bunch of amorphous ideas in my brain. Once it was finished (or paused) I felt a sense of relief.  Writing is like giving birth, the ideas gestate over time until they are born.  It is exhausting work. 

I like the idea of writing more short articles until I have enough material for a book.  I can also incorporate video blogs to get a larger audience.  I am inspired to do more.  The internet is a wonderful tool for establishing a face for yourself.

Hungry-free write exercise

I am really hungry right now, it doesn't help that is 7:11 and that makes me think of disgustingly good nachos.  The kind where the super salty chips are in a plastic bag, and you have to open it to put them in the little cardboard boat that is always just a little too small.  And, like, when you open the bag, it always rips unevenly, and chip dust and salt spray you in the eyes.  Always with the eyes!  and you break chips doing it, and some fall, and you have to maneuver the bag over the basket, and quickly dump them in, hoping they all stay.  I am sure there are those who will have a small skissors on them, like in a Swiss Army Knife, and they will simply cut the bag open width-wise allowing them to artfully pour the contents into the basket, with no eye salt bath.  I need a Swiss Army Knife.  I don't need the gas station nachos.  Back to the nachos.  You then get to pump out as much nasty cheese as you want.  I always try to get every chip because the nachos are so bad they are good, all that salt tricks you into eating more, and who doesn't love crunchy with melty "cheese" on it.  Lest we forget, there is one more thing that makes these nachos the bomb diggety--pickled jalapenos.  Not every store has them, in fact I haven't seen one lately.  The movie theater has them, and the fundraising table at my son's school.  I remember the first time I ate one, I grew up in WI and was about 14 and it was the hottest thing I ever ate and I made my sister eat one.  Now, they are pretty mild by AZ pepper standards, all that pickling.  The point is, the nacho mess is better with them, because if you are going to have something that gross, do it up!!! Love it!  I love nasty food, I also love super healthy food, I have two kinds of sprouts in my refrigerator right now.  Nachos.........

Inspirational Inspiration!

I seek my inspiration it the stories of the people I encounter. I have been blessed to meet many types of people following various paths. My ears are always open to listen to them tell their tales. We often become trapped in our own circles, our friend, family, and co-workers become our reference for what people are like, and what life is like. We often forget that there are people out there who are very different from us.

My writing style is often flavored by the voices of the authors I am reading, or the teachers I study with. As my knowledge base and vocabulary row, my words change, and so does my message. I started down a very different path, I wanted to be an actor, or a film maker. I learned all I wanted to about these fields, then thought I would study fitness and nutrition. It was close, but not perfect. Finally I realized I wanted to be a healer. I love people and I decided I wanted to help them lead fuller, happier lives. Psychology was added to my repertoire, and now I study energy healing. When I meet people, I am deeply affected by their journeys.

My inspiration often stays in my head, fermenting, processing the new data. When the time is right, and I have reworked the information over and over again in my mind, it finally bursts onto the page. This is difficult when I am working on a deadline. I find many notebooks with ides I've started and got stuck on. Some are awful, others I store for a later, inspired moment.