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JourneyA collection of my writing, photos, and things that I love.
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Gratitude: Peonies on the Nightstand, Red Dirt Ruts, and Playing with Fire. – taste kills creativity
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Life, art, creative exploration and other random stuff. Gratitude: Peonies on the Nightstand, Red Dirt Ruts, and Playing with Fire. Peonies on the nightstand. Crouching down in the quiet morning time, with a hint of warm and the dew melting. Getting things untangled. Again. A bird planted this for me. Sunbathing; Coming back to awareness face-to-face with a sun-bleached slab of wood. Sometimes the best solution is to pull it up by the roots. Finding funny faces…. 8230;all over the place. May 26, 2015.
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52 Weeks To Create My Dream | Phase I-Complete-Now for Phase II-The Rewrite
52 Weeks To Create My Dream. Phase I-Complete-Now for Phase II-The Rewrite. The Cake Didn’t Rise Damn It! November 3, 2011 by Aayla Avalon. After much avoidance and guilt for not understanding. I was avoiding, I have realized that I do not want to do anything further with the first draft of my first novel. Why? And that is my new plan. Wish me luck! Posted in 52 weeks. Thank you Rachelle Gardner. April 20, 2011 by Aayla Avalon. I subscribe to Rachelle Gardner’s blog. Of them except number 3 which is stil...
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writing my future
Sunday, April 29, 2007. Day 6 and 7 - It's history. So I sat there at the kitchen table, awed by this ephiphany and wondering how it was that I hadn't seen it before. Have I offended him? Maybe he's mad at me. I must've said or did something wrong and now he doesn't even want to talk to me! So here's my best friend, who has never given me a reason to think this way, but my immediate reaction to his response is a negative thought. An evil report. But here was this evil report trying to poison my mind again.
Writing My Future
Tuesday, May 5, 2015. Win it Wednesday Announcments. I have some news today. Unfortuntalty participation in Win it Wednesdays has fallen to a point that I can no longer continue them the way they are. I am still unsure of what to do. It's just on the right sidebar here on the blog. I apologize guys and hopefully we'll figure out something soon! Thursday, April 30, 2015. Congratulations to CORIE AND TOMMY! Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Today is bring a friend to Win It Wednesday! Thursday, April 23, 2015.
Turning a new leaf...
Turning a new leaf. Thursday, September 1, 2011. Just a simple question. Today my youngest son Ryan asked me this morning. Mom what is your dream. No one ever asked me that before and it was refreshing. To hear those sweet words from my little boy. So I said " Let me show you" and I did. I had to record this moment cause. Want to forget it. Thank You my sweet Ryan! Saturday, August 6, 2011. Ryan and Keil have been friends since the 1st grade. His mother Cari and I have also been friends. Love. They made ...
Journey
Writing my, picturing my, loving my. The Way the Cookie Crumbles, a short love story. March 04, 2016. I called Chris. "I think I found a house! The words exploded from my mouth as my heart threatened to explode from my chest. Then, I called my realtor and made plans to view the house on Sunday, the following day. And, I just knew this 1960s' house had exciting and enticing quirks, and my search for a home was coming to an end. This shop is awesome", he yelled. I could feel it in my bones. No, can you?
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The Writer's Desk
The Writer's Desk. I am on the other side. I have made the transition. I am finally here, sitting at my desk in my dorm room, with full decision-making authority of what I will and will not do with my time and energy, when I am not scheduled to be in class. It feels incredibly liberating. Today was a half-day, due to inclement weather, a flash snowstorm that started just as I left. My two roommates share the other bedroom. I have not been assigned a partner, yet, which is a relief. I can be my au...The d...
Writing My Legacy | "LIFE ISN'T ABOUT FINDING YOURSELF. LIFE IS ABOUT CREATING YOURSELF." -GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT FINDING YOURSELF. LIFE IS ABOUT CREATING YOURSELF. -GEORGE BERNARD SHAW. Quote of the Week. Word of the Week. Welcome to Week 23 of One-Minute Mondays. It’s amazing how our brains work and how we can form a connection between coffee your favorite coffee creamer flavor is cinnamon vanilla creme you used to have a dog named Cinnamon now you have a dog named Pepper who just left a trail of socks from your sock drawer to her bed, because she couldn’t decide which pair she liked best. If you ...
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Carry with you wisdom and courage, and you will always be in good company." -Alana Harbison. Wednesday, 29 July 2015. THE GINGERBREAD MAN: Chapter 23. Danny lay in the alien bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, begging a god he didn’t believe in to wake him from this nightmare. But there was no waking, no nightmare, only this. Danny had resigned himself to this new life with a bitter resentment. But what other choice did he have? It was better this than a six-by-six concrete box with bars, right?
