I have said that this blog is a little of this and a little of that and a lot of me. On a recent interview with Dellani Oaks I was asked about my blog. Do I think it is better to separate the writer from the writing? I think that each and every person is unique and different in their own way. I think it would be wonderful and so much easier if I could do just that. For some people it works beau
tifully. I can not.
To accomplish my dream of these books that are, and the ones that are soon to be….it has taken a lifetime worth of living and seeing life to be able to try to find words to create the characters, stories, people and places in them. I wanted each and every book that I write to be more than just a story well told. I want every book to be one that the reader can become a part of and feel with and remember. The blog is not to promote the books or it would be filled with discussion about writing them, and publishing them and marketing them and other things about them. I do post the reviews and am very proud of those. Someone took the time to write something special about something that I wrote and share it. I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
My books are a part of me. They are my way of reaching out and creating. They are my voice. They are a reminder of the past…painful and depressing as well as wonderful and exciting. All things we see, hear, think and feel, live and love become a part of us in one way or another. For good or bad…if we survive we grow. Hopefully we grow in a good way that makes us stronger but there are times that I wonder.
They say that time heals all wounds but they lie. I have wounds that never heal. I have wounds of the heart that may have scarred over but they are there, none the less. People may tell you…. to get over it…but then it is not them that had to do the getting over, is it? If you repeat history and pick at that old scar you may find more underneath than you expect. I am getting old now and have poor health. I do not have the time left in life to look on the bright side and hope for the best. I would like to. I try to. I am often thought of as a fool for even trying to believe in good and honest and trustworthy. That is all right, because it is usually the very same people that will lie and betray, hurt and destroy, and prove in their lives how little trust you can place in them before you are a fool to love or believe.
All of this sounds a little harsh when you put feelings into words, life can be harsh. Life can be hard. What we do with the blessed gift of life is up to us. I could have given up and just died. It is not hard at all. All I have to do is quit trying and working to live. Things have been that bad for me. I did not want to do that for many reasons. I do have some family that loves me and I love them. I do have hopes and dreams. I have more. The story of Journey Home is more than a story. I believe that God does have a purpose for me. He has a purpose for each and every one of us. I believe it is my responsibility to try my best in life and no matter what others do I will have to do my best. I will not give up…I will not give in…Not Today! If I say that everyday, then everyday I will have a tomorrow until the good Lord calls me home.
Now I know that some people do not believe in God. They think I am stupid and deluded or brainwashed into the beliefs I have. I understand your skepticism. I understand your doubt. I am not even going to try to persuade you to think otherwise because you are not listening. My beliefs are mine. You see things as you want to see them, but I wish you well. I hope that life shows you wonderful and happy things.
Here I go…The last thing I ever wanted to do was talk about religion or politics. If I want to tell you about my books and reach out so that others might even take notice ….the last thing I need is depressing or controversial….but……
That brings us back to the subject of the blog about only the books or mine that is…me. I may not want to talk about religion, debate religion or discuss religion, but if I am honest it is a part of my very soul so much there is no way I could avoid it.
I believe no matter how hard life is…we can make it….but I could never have done it alone. I have been very alone many times. I have been very isolated many times and even in situations that were abusive and controlling. I do understand that part of life too. I understand it too well and remember. When you get a reminder that old scar falls away and leaves not only the new problems but the old with it. How can I survive? How can I deal with life’s problems? I do not know. I hope with God’s help because I have no more answers. Am I giving up? Never….Not Today.
When I thought I was alone and I had no one I could talk to because I did not want to worry them or start any thing….you would not believe the outpouring of love, support and encouragement from friends on line and they only knew the surgery and cancer part of the story….but they cared. They made a difference. I wish they really knew how much.
I can not run a marathon. I can not hold a job. I can not get disability because I could…I am not going to give up. I have two novels, two ebooks and the children’s book that I wrote and illustrated. I have more. I have so much more. I am going to share many things here. I want to share stories, poems, pictures, thoughts, feelings and more. I hope you come with me. I hope that you understand. I hope you share my journey.
I will be back to the ongoing blog I swore I could write about the Journey to Journey Home. I might later regret being so honest with things in life but then again life is what is it. If you do not want the world to know about it, do not do it, and do not do it to someone you say you love…..especially if she has a blog.