I was NOT on vacation this week.
But I did go to the beach. I drove two hours to spend a few days with family to celebrate my sister’s graduation from nursing school.
She lives only ten minutes from the actual beach, so…I mean, I couldn’t NOT go.
So in terms of meeting my typical work quota last week. Didn’t happen.
I skimmed emails and stuff via my phone, but mostly I felt like I was out of the country.
And I’m so okay with that.
There was too much good stuff happening anyway. Experiences I am happy to fall a little behind at work for…
The Pinning Ceremony.
I couldn’t miss the only time my sister would wear white tights with white shoes.
My heart at the beach.
So I got a little behind at work. Totally worth it. Now, it’s like I’m sailing back on a salty sea air breeze.
Okay, so my mind may be a teensy bit too clear, but I’m going to take a cue from my four-year-old nephew, who one night, spent a really long time deconstructing and constructing a plain old brown box.
Creativity, you really can start anywhere.
Task number one—today I’m over at Kourtney Heintz’s blog, author of The Six Train to Wisconsin, talking a bit about my journey as an Indie author. I hope you can stop by! Bring cheese fries if you have ’em.
What people, places, or things are worth getting a little behind at work for to you?
Have a GREAT week!
To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.
― Mark Twain
Laughter, books, smiles, knowledge–these are just some of the things that have the potential to take on a whole new level of awesomeness when you get to share them.
That’s what these amazing friends did when they shared their awards with me:
Amanda over at BornBookish. She is a college student sharing breathtaking book covers and reviews. Plus she has the scoop on intriguing words like xanthophobia on Word Lover Wednesdays.
Sophia Chang says she’s Tiger mom tested and approved–and I believe it since she’s a YA writer who has found success in acting, modeling, and singing (and graduating from Harvard), but underneath all of that is a sparkly, kind heart.
Tameri Etherton is a writer who says she wishes she was born a fairie princess. Well, if sweet and generous are the criteria, then she already is one!
The first words that come to mind when I hear Prudence MacLeod‘s name? Strength of spirit! Read her posts over at her Valkyrie Rising blog and you will think so too.
Debra Kristi says she is just a girl with a story or two to tell, but take the time to read one of her Immortal Monday posts and you will see the amount of time she puts into entertaining and informing–and all with a smile.
Stop by their blogs and say Hi!
If YOU have something to share, please tell us in the comments!
Got a book or a blog you want to talk about? Or maybe someone did something awesome for you that you want to share?
I would love to hear it.
Oh and please stop by Catherine Johnson‘s site on Tuesday–she has a special Valentine’s surprise to reveal tomorrow!
Have a happy one!
Today marks the first day in Rachael Harrie’s platform building campaign!
Here is challenge #1:
Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count. If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count)
So basically it’s the writer’s version of Top Chef‘s Quickfire Challenge, and since tomorrow is the first day of school here, my head has been filled with the pictures we’ve taken of our kids every year on the first day. It kind of turned into my theme as I wrote my challenge piece.
Here’s my poem:
THE TIME MACHINE
The door swung open,
pushed wide by eager, chubby fingers.
They tumbled out, carrying backpacks
and smiles pressed into rounded cheeks.
Her hand rested briefly on their soft heads,
before lifting into a wave, sand falling away from her fingers.
She watched them go, the sun flickering white and gold through the trees as they disappeared around the corner.
With a deep breath, she filled her lungs with their lingering laughter and milky whispers.
When her eyes opened, she saw them walking back,
a longer stride, arms swinging more purposeful like the hands on a clock.
She looked up at them, the lights in her eyes reflecting on their angles,
until she saw the glimmer of what was before.
Then the door swung shut.