Lately, I've been stuck. Somehow, I over-committed. It was out of love, as usual. Love of words, love of writing, love of friends. Between work, trying to market Symphony of Dreams, helping a friend with his manuscript, working on a solo-performance, and trying to get The Courier ready for publication, I lost "something." First, my sense of humor seemed to vanish (except at … [Read more...] about Too busy to breathe
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Marketing, Schmarketing
So I say to myself, "Now, Cynthia. How hard can it be to get a little attention for your book? I mean Symphony of Dreams is a great story. The people who've read it, love it. You love it. And we've all been in Symphony's position at one time or another. So . . . readers identify with it." I take a break from the build-up talk because the phone rings and/or I get a text … [Read more...] about Marketing, Schmarketing
Weeds
One glance at my garden used to leave me gnashing my teeth. Weeds were everywhere. If one of my plants wasn’t doing well, it was usually sharing its little plot of the world with a healthy green squatter. From experience, I can assure you that no amount of cursing will kill a weed. I have found no four-letter words that squash them into non-existence. Although some yield … [Read more...] about Weeds
Lies, Lies, Lies
Mr. Rogers died. Then came the story about how he was a Navy Seal and a sniper in Vietnam with 25 confirmed kills to his credit. And . . . the reason he always wore a sweater was to cover up his tattoos. I was shocked. I always saw him as a sort of bland man who had lots of goodness to teach. I remember thinking, "Ah. There's so much more to all of us." It never occurred to me … [Read more...] about Lies, Lies, Lies
Going places
Mama used to tell this story about how I came home from first grade in hysterics. The teacher said we were going to read the next day and I was horrified. How was I supposed to read? I didn't know how. I insisted Mama teach me that very night so I'd be ready. She tried to convince me the teacher meant we would begin learning to read. When Daddy got home from work, he tried to … [Read more...] about Going places