Archive for April, 2010

You met a man and fell in love
Two hapless girls in tow
One with stringy hair and too big clothes
The other was too little to know
What a family was or what it’s not
But that you had made it whole.

You filled a space so hard to fill
But within me made it grow
That wasn’t without sacrifice or will
But a heart of gold you bestowed.
This gift of love you gave to him
You more than gave to us

So much of that life is instilled in me
I like who I’ve become.
And none of it would be as such
If you hadn’t been as one
Despite men’s faults and changes of heart
You’re indelibly of my life
I’m better for it as a woman, mother, wife.

Who I am and who I’ll be is
A reflection of who you are
That cannot be taken from me
Nor reduced from your bright star.
I ache for you, I’ll always need you
And miss you with all my heart.

I thank God for you and
His leading you in your path
May He guide us still as we walk this life
And may we honor Him with each pass.
Thank you, Mom, for being you
Better words I cannot express.

Remember when it was accepted that homeless who ranted or talked to themselves were probably unstable and that anyone who was suspected of hearing voices would be better left to themselves?

Thank goodness that behavior isn’t as unusual anymore. With the advent of blue tooth (teeth?) People are conversing with entities unseen, but are perfectly sane. (relatively speaking.) Any eccentric can hold both ends of a conversation and just be admired. Well, maybe not admired, but at least looked at with awe. (That could be good or not.)

So it goes for the writers. I hear fake people. Only they’re not fake. They really do exist. Just in my head until I can put them on paper. For example, I was given a major breakthrough with sparkling clarity with the insight of a new character. My Hero has a sister I didn’t know about. Or had. And all that encompassed that relationship introduced a layer to this guy I didn’t see coming. Oh, it was about time, too. I couldn’t understand why he was acting the way he is.

I know I’m not alone in this writers’ world. To prove it, I want to get a shirt that tells everyone so. I’ve picked it from a wonderful selection from Romance Yardsale. This cute little store is of course for writers, by writers. Two of whom I adore.

Bria Quinlan and MG are some of the sweetest, smartest writers I know. They write young adult romance with witty insight and uncanny understanding.

Share your craziness with them. (psst, and help them get to nationals, k?)

I have titled this entry based on an idea I had as I went to sleep.
I get a lot of ideas at that time. Inconveniently so, as I no longer have room on my bedside table for the necessary pen and notepad. *note to self, reorganize nightstand.*

But, I have only a glimmer of what that idea exactly meant. I do know that currently, I have several things in life going through transitions. Mostly, stressfully.

But I feel good about them. Boss throws me a curve ball, I hit it out of the park. It does make me wonder what she’s gonna throw at me next. Bring it on, baby.

The changes her dictate caused affected not only me, but my family and their routines. I’m still resentful of it, but I plan to make the most of it and use it to my advantage. It’s really more taxing and stressful on my mother in law now, and because of her sacrifice, we’ll be less sturdy financially, but I’m hoping I can supplement the difference in other ways… I digress.

Among the new things in my life is a much needed treatment. I am sort of anxious about it, but in a positive, hurry-up-and-wait kind of thing. A benefit of this, besides improved health, is I hope some quality catch up writing time.

As it is, I’m motivated to move quickly on this book because more books are popping up in my head. I’ve saved the ideas in other files to return to at a later date, but the fact that this is happening is golden! My creativity has been dulled and an alternative choice created the change necessary to rewaken the muse.

So, change is good. It has to be. Otherwise, I’m just lost.