I AM WRITING

How long did it take Richard Alpert to become Ram Dass? How long did it take Starbucks to become the company they are now today? How long did it take Facebook to become a successful social media outlet? How long did it take for Michael Crichton to write his first book after leaving medicine? How long did it take for John Grisham to publish his first book after stopping his law practice? How long will my transformation take? Patience is hard to come by. I still feel torn in many directions. I have so much to give. So much to learn. What do I do next?

I've done a lot of reading today. Read Karen Slaughter, Emma Donoghue, Brooke Warner, & Kamy Wicoff. And all of the contributors for today's email from "The Mighty." It is the weekend before July 4th. My daughter is with us today and this whole weekend. I made 3 trips into Chattanooga today. My husband was able to ride our horse, Charlie. I'm just writing. Free writing perhaps. Karen Slaughter and Emma Donoghue used the place as a character. Brooke Warner and Kamy Wicoff are coaches/mentors/publishers. I didn't get on my guest blogging certification program today, but that's okay. I got an email from Jon Morrow saying that he is proud of me. It's cute. And definitely encouraging. It's interesting to feel an infinity towards a person I haven't met face-to-face, but I guess it's only natural since I've been listening to him for two weeks now through the blog certification modules. Today was nonstop. I didn't get any down tim...

I finished the first module of my blogging certification program. I have so much to do. I'm still unpacking and finding places for the things I've unpacked. July 4th is coming. I get my daughter this weekend. Yay! Freelancing, writing, and blogging is hard work. Being a wife and mother is hard work. My legs are freezing My husband is yawning out loud My son is sleeping I am writing today.

And I will write everyday I will get my content out there Eventually my blogs will become popular But first I have to write Rain or shine In today's case blistering heat Still I write I bought a Guestblogging Certification Program last year!!! I'm glad I did though Because I had money then I already bought a program. Cool. I will be one of the top writers online. He just said that becoming a writer is EXTREMELY, PSYCHOLOGICALLY DEMANDING I am prepared for that! He just said that my first post will take 40-50 hours Rewriting it 5 times! My first post will be a struggle It will be rejected. Be prepared! I am! I will do the work I will follow directions I will come out on the other side I am writing!

April 2012 Walt Disney World June 1 2012 Just entered California state line traveling for days 2013 Atlanta, GA 2014 Tybee Island, GA 2015 St. Augustine, Florida

We moved around the first of May. We have been completing the move and I have been nesting for 6 weeks now. The move was intense! On one of those nights we stayed up over 24 hours loading a car and a minivan after 2 moves from a moving service called Bellhops. It was quite exhausting. This move was a pretty big one. I closed 3 offices in Ringgold on December 31. And brought all that furniture and boxes and forced it into our 2 car garage. Three-months later we move from a 2,000+ square feet home to one that is less than 2,000 square including having to fit furniture from my Ringgold offices. This move was also infused with legal custodial battles with my ex. The father of my children. Finding my bearings has not been easy. But I applaud my humble beginnings--that is 5 posts on this blog since I started in April in the midst of looking at homes, etc. I came across these websites on writing and I wanted to post them here so I can use them as reference. http://www.how-to-write-a...

The Fire   from Dream Work by Mary Oliver That winter it seemed the city was always burning -- night after night the flames leaped, the ladders pitched forward. ... Scorched but alive, the homeless wailed  as they ran for the cold streets. That winter my mind had turned around, shedding, like leaves, its bolts of information--drilling down, through history, toward my motionless heart.  Those days I was willing, but frightened. What I mean is, I wanted to live my life but I didn't want to do what I had to do to go on, which was: to go back. All winter the fires kept burning,   the smoke swirled, the flames grew hotter. I began to curse, to stumble, and choke. Everything, solemnly, drove me toward it --the crying out, that's so hard to do. Then over my head the timbers floated,    my feet were slippers of fire, my voice crashed at the truth, my fists smashed at the flames to find the door --wicked and sad, mortal and bearable, ...