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For a Season

It’s bitterly cold here in Michigan, the kind of cold that makes your toenails ache the second you walk out the door. I think the wind chill today was -15. At moments likes this, the hope of Spring seems next to impossible. It would be easy to think that life will stay like this for the rest of our lives. Ugh!

But seasons change, thankfully, and it takes one to appreciate the other.

I’ve always thought of Winter as a time for digging in deeper, getting real, staying home and getting ready to go out into the world, when the time is right.

I believe that is exactly what is happening with my writing. People ask me often, “How’s it going?” and my first response is usually “Slow.” I mean, some days I’m not sure if it is going anywhere at all. But still, I write. I finish one project and move on to another, none of which have been released into the world. I have yet to find an agent or publisher for my own stuff, but the ideas keep coming and my visions grow deeper and stronger, even during the cold spells when it seems like nothing is happening. Somehow, I still feel as if I’m on the right track, even if that track runs much slower than I would like.

My biggest goal for this year, outside of the above mentioned ‘finding and agent and publisher,’ is to launch my career as a motivational and inspirational speaker. Writing and speaking go hand in hand, and in order to find that publisher, I must prove my ability to reach my own audience.

I took a big step toward this goal last night. I competed in my first ever Speech Competition with Toastmasters. It went better than I expected, and I believe I was helped greatly by a couple of others going over on time limits, I won first place. This speech is something I envisioned giving over a year ago, and to finally deliver it and it be so well-received reinforced my desire to speak. In no way am I perfect, and I still have much to learn, but one step seems to lead to another.

In other news, the Spring is filling up with what looks like “Author Events,” and for this beginning author, I find that very exciting.

March 10 – Area Toastmaster Speech Competition
March 18 – Speak at A Day of Renewal Women’s Conference
April 2 – Present my book at a Local Author Fair at the Plymouth Library

The other day, I heard the birds singing outside my window. The sun shone brightly, blinding me with the reflection off the foot of snow that still taunts us from last week. But seasons change, and even the birds know there will be warmer days ahead.

I plan to be ready, when the time is right.

Thanks so much for joining me on this journey.

Janet

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3 Questions a Writer Must Ask in 2011

Monthly article for the Incurable Disease of Writing. Published on 01/11/11.

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Feeding My Hunger

August article for Incurable Disease of Writing.

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Clocking Out

Incurable Disease of Writing article for July.

http://www.incurablediseaseofwriting.com/?p=3985

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Failure as a Stepping Stone

Incurable Disease of Writing – monthly post

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The Untold Stories

April article for Incurable Disease of Writing.

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Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall….

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As part of a Blog Chain Project, this post will be on the topic of beauty, and more importantly, how it affects my life.

Beauty. Magazine covers scream its requirements from shallow pages, taunting us with the latest version of retouched perfection. The images offer a million different ways to chase the unattainable, oversimplifying the five simple steps to longer, fuller, lighter, whiter, and smoother.

Thankfully, I never belonged in that world. Disappointed with the lack of any true freckle remover as I grew up, my naked face and overweight eyebrows approached life as-is, with occasional tweaking for special occasions. If true beauty required hours of prep work, we were less than interested.

For this reason, I doubt I will ever be what the world considers “beautiful.”

Sigh.

I gladly relinquish that title, and the responsibility that goes with it.

For what I do know is that the moments I have felt the most beautiful are those where mirrors do not exist.

Sitting in silence on a beach as the sun whispers “good night,” offering one last wink and a kiss before bedtime, I feel beautiful.

Sleeping upright on the couch with my infant son asleep on my chest and running my fingers through his curly hair, I feel beautiful. To him at least.

Covered in a moving cloud of flour from head to toe while preparing a meal for those I love the most, I feel beautiful.

Taking communion while kneeling at the cross, as if Jesus and I are the only ones in the room, I feel beautiful.

Walking hand in hand with my daughters as they reveal their concerns about life in a maddening pace of words, I feel beautiful, and pray that they do the same.

Hearing my sister’s far away voice say before she hangs up the phone, “Hurry home. I’m not me without you.” I feel beautiful.

Finding a way to give a surprise gift to others, especially when they do not realize it is from me, I feel beautiful.

Splashing and dancing in the rain with my husband, I feel beautiful.

Digging deep enough to write words that make others cry, I feel beautiful.

I guess true beauty, for me, has much more to do with what boils over on the inside than what you see on the outside.

And if I had to choose between the two?

Feeling beautiful is much more rewarding than chasing down fleeting images through a distorted hall of mirrors, for mirrors never reveal what truly matters most.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall?

Stay right where you are. My search for beauty leads elsewhere.

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Incurable Disease of Writing post for March…

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Invaluable

I realized the other day that it is mid February, and I have made about $300 this year.  Ironically, I have worked harder for that amount than I ever have for anything my entire life.  I wrote three book reviews on investment books, which required reading over 900 pages worth of words I could barely pronounce. I turned in my outline and chapter summaries for my book on Decluttering, which took a couple of weeks and a ton of research.

My latest venture was to transcribe video tapes from the old Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Not just word for word transcriptions, but sound for sound, even when they talk over each other, and in perfect grammar and spacing. Do you know how many words they spoke during a one hour show?  Those comedians defined humor, but I struggled to spell Tim Allen’s grunting noises or Johnny Carson’s expressions. After hours and hours of those tapes, my hands are numb and my brain cells are echoing each episode after scrutinizing the same show all day long. It is like a marathon, but with only one episode showing for eight hours at a time, and you can never turn it off.

In my past life, I was never one to make much money, but I could rest in the fact that the harder I worked, the more money I brought in. I knew how to be a good employee. I made a practice of going above and beyond the call of duty, and let the paycheck take care of itself.

Life is very different now. In some ways, I feel as if I have been promoted, but without a pay plan.

God has a plan and it involves me writing. I fully believe that. But it goes deeper than that. His plan requires me to trust in him. His plan knocks me over with unexpected success on some days, while making sure I am prepared to be ignored and overlooked for long periods at a time on most of the others. His plan humbles me daily, causing me to question whether or not I am doing this right. His plan calls for me to show up every day and give Him my best effort, even when it feels like I am accomplishing nothing at all.

More than anything, His plan forces me to find my value in Him.

Because I have made about $300 so far this year, and am exhausted.

The truth is that I am no longer worth what I was before. I realize that.

Or, perhaps, the truth is that I am more valuable than ever before.  I guess it depends on where I find my value.

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Strengthening my Verbs

Guest post for the Incurable Disease of Writing.

http://www.missyfrye.net/Blog/?p=2668

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