This weekend I will be at an Autumn Arts Bazaar promoting my Mrs. Claus book. Although this is not my favorite part of the writing process, I know it can be fun. I just have to follow my own advice that I tell myself or my class about get the writing done. Just show up and have fun.
The possibilities are endless if I just show up and smile. I am not trying to impress anyone.
Having no expectations and being open to whatever happens makes this a win -win for me.
My husband follows the same philosophy. He doesn’t put a lot of thought having into a good or bad day and he usually comes away having really good days when many would only see the negative. It’s all about attitude.
I get to share Mrs. Claus, a book I enjoyed writing, and a book that is illustrated by a talented artist who spread the humor of my story of Mrs. Claus in a very effective way.
Imposter syndrome can affect us all if we let it. But the truth is if we write, we are writers.
And If I love what I do then why not share it? The Edison Autumn Makers’ Fair is a community event that supports Edison High School where my son went to high school. I will be among other creative people.
Giving back to my community while having fun and maybe even selling a couple of books makes it all worth it.
Oh and by the way, check out these freebies on my blog site and have some fun putting together gift boxes you can fill with treats for your loved ones! HO! HO! HO!
I am having a trip down memory lane today. I am watching one of my favorite shows from childhood, “High Chaparral,” an old time television western. One of the characters, Buck Cannon played by Cameron Mitchell, says after breaking a deal he made with an outlaw,
“Well, I lie a lot.”
Today is 4th of July and I promised myself that my time would be spent on my creative projects. And I have a free day to do this.
After the show, I realized how Buck’s words resonated with me.
How often do I lie? I lie a lot. I lie a lot to myself. I promise myself I will do the activities that I love. I will make time for them. Then something else interrupts me and I make a liar of myself.
But not today, I will be true to myself.
I will write.
Check back with me for how I do.
This time of year is a frenzy. And this year, in particular, I feel I have way more to do then I will ever be able to manage.
Slowly, I am learning to simplify and to rethink things and to remember that I am in charge of my own time.
This picture reminds me of taking time. I took this photo many years ago of my husband and son on the shores of Lake Superior one crisp January day. I captured that moment of peace and solitude which today seems so distant in my unending tasks of things I think I “should” do.
I can feel the intensity all around me these days right before Christmas. I yearn to be on the shore of Lake Superior and find that slowness that isn’t always present in my daily life.
I know it is in my power to change that. Although I can’t be at the North Shore right now, I can slow my pace. I can take a long walk with my dog, catch a glimpse of the silvery moon and watch the birds hover above the river. Everything I need to slow down is right in front of me.
To quote a poem by Robert Frost:
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
And I can take it all in with a deep breath.
A photo is worth a thousand words but so is a feeling.
We have only this moment, sparkling
like a star in our hand
—and melting like a