Found it! An inspirational space


In regards to my post A Partnership: A Writer’s Space , I wrote about how important it can be to have an inspirational and private space for a writer to express themselves.

I went antiquing the next day of my post and found this beauty at a little shop. It was under priced (to my joy!) at $155 and came with the antique roller chair. I found out the image of what I wanted my table to be  was called a “Mission desk” and I even found it in the walnut finish I was looking for.

I couldn’t be more excited!! I have used it already so much and It has become my space of refuge (all smiles!).

Not only did I enjoy finding this gem, I met a cluster of very neat people that owned the antique shops. So much fun exploring history, eating 4th generation candy maker’s caramels, and the adventure of the hunt.

Can’t wait to add a little bookshelf in my “nook/short wall” and a little roller rug.

Peace out all!



Monday Muse: Why you are slowly losing your Patience

You’re at work and check your phone on one of those “short” breaks. You see that Johnny Joe has called just literally 2 minutes ago. This must be important based off the sound of his voice on the message. You slide your finger across your ever so shiny smart phone and open up the missed call. Touch the smooth screen containing all the information of Johnny Joe (now that you think of it, you really don’t even know his actual phone number) and wait while the phone is ringing. And ringing. And ringing….voicemail. Okay… maybe he doesn’t have good reception. You touch Johnny’s contact again and hope that he answers (your break is now 5 minutes in and you still need a quick snack and to pee). Ringing… voicemail.  Ok seriously, “I just missed your call by 2 minutes, why aren’t you answering?!?!?!?” And you think to yourself you hope everything is okay.  Your break is now over and all you can think about is the urgency in Johnny’s voice on the message. YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT’S WRONG!!!

Now imagine yourself receiving a letter from Johnny Joe, cell phone’s & social media do not exist, expressing urgency and to write back or come quick to his location. You would seriously have to wait literally days if not weeks to hear back about what is wrong with good ole’ John. Do you think you could manage such patience in today’s modernized world? What if you had to live without your iPhone 4, 5c, 6plus, 7comingsoon, 12evenbetter, 25smarterthanNASA?  GASP!

It did exist once, this time without immediate social satisfaction, and we survived. In fact, I kind of think we as a race happen to know more about life by NOT being in the “instant know.” We learned actual lessons in life. Messages about hard work, patience, saving and planning. There has always been a part of society that lacked intelligence, but education was harder to come by so many decades ago. These days, it doesn’t seem that having an education is quite as important just the same, but we have greater resources! Surrounded by information on the internet, free libraries, and generations of mistakes and success written for our benefit to learn from. Feels wasted.

By having the instant gratification of social responses, news updates, who just gossiped about  Peggy Sue in math class and who got drunk last night after their very public breakup with their significant other, we are losing our patience when it really counts. As it turns out, “patience is a virtue,” I am finding is being lost among the newest generations.

Writing, grammar, spelling, and knowledge in general are significantly misplaced when you have an operating system to correct your every mistake.

The English language is now subject to digital communications in the lamest forms. Dare I say LOL, HASHTAG, @WHOGIVESAFUCK, WCWSOW (<<<Why can't we spell our words??) are now an everyday means of communication. We now live in a society where having your own professional signature (legibly spelling your name…so basic, right?) is a lack luster need, let alone knowing how to spell correctly is overlooked by many. I feel like the only traditionalist left in the world. Yes progression needs to happen, but please, let's do it with the means to create, inspire, and better the world. Not deteriorate everything that was once "proper etiquette." Or perhaps, please have standards?


We are by no means perfect, however, let’s push ourselves and evolve… intelligently.




A Partnership: A Writer’s Space

Preparing to unleash my creative Beast.

Feeling insightful and quite inspired, I started to browse craigslist. In my mind I picture an ideal setting to put pen to paper. A little corner of my house, a nook if you will, is waiting for me to do something with it. A perfectly squared off corner of my house, not much bigger than an average bathroom, holds the possibility for my mind to wander and explore worlds I don’t even know exist yet.

Granted, if you love to write, theory is it should just pour out of you no matter where you’re at. However, writing is a delicate form of being for most that inspire to create. In fact, it can be a complete emotional and psychological roller coaster once you begin… pen to paper. At least that is how it is for me. It’s okay if you do not feel the same, although I’m sure there are some of you “nook and cranny writers” out there ;).

My space has a window, a very pretty window that faces my yard… all be, needs a  bit of clean up. Through my window I have the perfect view of my horses being their goofy selves. The rest of my square is made up of a gorgeous 6 foot long mirror, standing upright and reflecting the rest of my tiny home. It has a glossy black frame with beveled edges. The glass is wide and so clear it almost appears it could lead to a conjoining dimension. It is quite classy for a mirror.

When we were remodeling our house, my husband insisted on creating a short wall at the entry. I thought it was senseless and would only create further work for him. And of course, now it completes the third side of my square. On the inside of that short wall, I can place things that inspire me, even a small bookcase if I wished. It’s “L” cut end hugs my square.

To complete my square of a creative space, I wish to place a writing desk. It is old, very vintage, with a few scars of travel over its surface and legs. Not too large that it takes over the space, but just right… to fit my delicate inspirations and writing tools of course. There may or may not be small drawers to keep things of non importance. It is dark in color, walnut, cherry, mahogany, any will do. It will have a pull to it that can’t be explained, like someone who has seen the world and of great knowledge.

I was so excited to create this space that I went to one of the local stores to see the furniture they had and almost walked out with a plywood piece of expensive nails. The cashier shared with me that I would not be happy with this desk, especially if I was looking for something special to accompany me in my novel journey. I so very much appreciate that he stepped out of line and undersold that product. I am enjoying the hunt for my desk. It will mean so much more when I find it. I hope it will be a lasting relationship and partnership… this desk and I. I am inspired to create something great and worth reading.

My beast. It’s going to be an epic journey.


Learn your way through LIFE

The scariest part of trying something new, is not in failure, but in the unknown. With knowledge, we can do anything.


For example, see the young woman applying for a higher position than her current one. Say a LEAD position. Her management saw potential in her and offered that she should apply.

When spoken to about how she feels about it with her coworkers, she said she’s scared, she doesn’t know if she can do it.

This is an example of how we interpret “fear of failure,” however, it is in fact the “fear of the unknown.”She is unsure if she can do the job, because she’s never done it before. With the right tools and training, however, she is fully capable of the job. It’s about building that confidence that you can “learn” you’re way through new experiences.

It feels good to Nail it and be able to execute, time after time, you’re job requirements.

Go forth with you’re shoulders back, because you can learn to do anything.


To Be Continued…. Writers Dilemma

I really want to write.


My own mind is causing the blockage! ugh.

I set out to put my emotions and feelings of a story into text and all I can think about is what I have to do in the next hour.

How do you tune out reality when you’re trying write?

I rarely have alone time, quite time, piece of mind.

In turn, I feel guilty for taking many hours to research, write, and edit, when so many other things in my life are needing my attention.

Then I look at the clock, and all I did was worry my way through 3 WHOLE HOURS. What the hell???


Monday Muse: Eyes; Lashes, Contact, and the Balls

Welcome to my first ever MONDAY MUSE! I fully intend to express my inspiration for the day, whether it be something beautiful, superficial, imaginative, or physical. Some days are better than others for fulfilling the need for a creative muse, but I choose Mondays to write about it. Come on now, I’m sick of seeing Mondays getting knocked around. You don’t have to agree with me, but Mondays are  an opportunity to find inspiration to kick off your week.

Beautiful Eyes and Butterfly Eyelashes

Be it superficial, I love eyeballs. I find there is so much beauty and power with making eye contact with someone. Today I am proudly sporting my new mascara from…/prod…/view/US-1017-00 . My eyelashes feel like butterflies and it makes me smile. Now…. no one else, except another eyelash-obsessed woman, would feel the same as I, so it’s not that I do it for anyone else BUT my own excitement. It’s important to remember that a muse is strictly for your own inspiration and NOT for the attention of another person. Having a little something that makes you feel good can inspire the rest of your day to it’s full potential (No couch potatoes here).


I feel that bright, fierce, assertive eye contact is key to building and carrying self confidence.

I work in customer service. Not the sexy phone voice type, but in your face, reading your body language, sending you away with a smile, and ensuring you had a good experience with our company (Ok, now get your mind out of the gutter…I sell video games). All too often, people are uncomfortable with making eye contact because there is so much power behind it, that if not use to the gaze, can cause you to feel very awkward. If mastered, however, eye contact is a wonderful tool; be it dating, work, leadership rolls, or emotions.

I found a short, but insightful article pop up on my Facebook yesterday (<<Here), and it made so much sense why I received some very unwanted, unintended, sexual attention from a co-worker at my new part time job. I tend to carry myself with a happy face and nonchalant disposition… where I truly DON’T CARE about what people think of me. I know I’m a good person, I know what my mistakes are, and I don’t need someone else’s opinion putting a ratchet in my gears.  I choose not to care.  My behavior in the work place entails a smile, eye contact, high fives, and creating a vibrant atmosphere.  I’ve said two shittin’ words to this guy, and all of a sudden he’s making inappropriate comments and telling people about his “opinion” of me (yes I mentioned it to my supervisor for safety precautions). I can no longer be my normal self, I advert my eyes, mumble hello, and scurry on my way; so not to give him the wrong idea, apparently.  Now writing this, I realize how stupid that sounds, to change my behavior. I do not need to “mouse-ify” (not a real word, but you get it) myself in order to gain respect or to lay boundaries. I am a leader and will continue to stand tall, fierce, and strong.

And so should you. Use the power of your beautiful eyes to gain respect and confidence. Play with it. Try not to look away so quickly when you meet someone’s gaze. Just beware…. there can be repercussions and unwanted attention. The repercussions may result in a new job, a lovely relationship, ending an abusive one, oh… and you may stand up straighter.





Little One

I know you’re close. Something in my world has changed and I can’t help but feel the electricity of something anew.


We were never on the same page at the same time, either a chapter ahead or behind one another… your Daddy and I. Life has been so full of ups and downs, we never knew if the time was right.

Little One, I know you’re close.

I can feel the love and longing inching it’s way into all aspects of our lives. Your Daddy knows it’s time. Maybe that’s why my heart is at peace with the future. I don’t see worry in his eyes anymore that we won’t be able to provide you with the world, I see the longing to know you as well.

Little One, it’s almost time. Our home is small, our lives very big and full. I have been imagining your face often and who you might take after more, your Daddy or me. But mostly want you to be the best of both and your own uniqueness.

We can’t promise you the world, but we can promise to be here for you every step of your life. Each mark you make on this world, we’ll be right behind you, urging you along.

Little One, I feel it in my heart we’ll meet soon. Please be patient with us, Daddy and I. Our pages are turning, our words creating sentences, in turn creating our story…. all leading up to you.