Every time someone calls me an author, I tense up. I can feel it in my shoulders. I purse my lips, and the wrinkles on my forehead grow deeper when I frown. “I wish they would stop calling me that,” a voice inside me whispers.
Tag: <span>Losing it All</span>
I stayed behind with our dogs for a couple of days, a decision my husband and I had made together, while my husband hoped for a miracle five hundred miles away.
I couldn’t find the right words for it, and was unable to pinpoint my desire. Did it even have a name? The wish to have less restlessness, to be less overwhelmed, less of everything? Less cleaning, less sorting, fewer worries, no overthinking?
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The journey of an author begins after the book is published!
(The Happy Quitter)
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I am my biggest challenge, and I am used to it. I can be beautiful in my own way, big as a house, blocking every attempt to go through.
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When you write, you let it all go; when you publish, you set yourself free. You wish for your book to get wings and fly into the homes (and tablets) of many:
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A moment of pure joy! A heartwarming moment. A volunteer, an older lady, showed her happiness when a lingerie company donated a great number of bras.
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Of course, I can read, but according to a very nice gentleman on YouTube, I cannot read the way I should when you record an audiobook. My eyes are faster than my mouth; they are not in sync.
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The universe in its infinite wisdom has decided that I will be cheated out of LIFE by 15 years?