Daydreaming one page at a time

In junior school, teachers used to write on my report card, "She daydreams too much in class."

I took it as a bad thing.  Well I suppose it was a bad thing from the teacher's point of view.  It meant she wasn't able to hold my attention.  That perhaps the world inside my head was more interesting that the world she was presenting to me.

If only that avenue had been explored further.  If only the teachers had spotted a natural ability to focus on.  My love of reading might have been a flashing neon sign.  My rows of gold stars for reading in class on the wall outrunning any of my fellow classmates', should have been another hint at what I loved.  At something that I should have been steered towards.

If only...

But at least I have 'at least'.  At least I never let that love die.  That my daydreaming still carries on until this day.  And that I've harnessed that ability and put it to good use.  My latest novel, Cameras Don't Lie, is an example of how I've let my daydreams run onto my screen and how I've let my characters come to life.  Given them oxygen to breathe and given them a reason to live. Given them obstacles to overcome and skeletons to discard, murders to solve and heartache to overcome.

Daydreams are good.  Daydreams are wonderful.  Daydreams make you unique.

Don't listen to negatives words.  Give them the boot!
Don't believe a lie.  Give it an eraser!
Don't shun your daydreams.  Give them life!

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Fly on the wings of your destiny!

If anyone knows me, they know I have a thing for dragonflies.

I am mesmerized by them as they float on near invisible gossamer wings.  They're so delicate.  So perfect.  But that's not all.  It goes a little further.

One day the beautiful dragonfly in the photo came to pay a visit to our koi pond.  I rushed inside the house to fetch my camera asking it very nicely to stay so that I could take a picture of it.  It listened and I was able to capture this beauty.

As I watched it flit around the reeds of the pond, I stood talking to it and telling it how beautiful it was.  Then I thought of an article where I'd read that a dragonfly only lives for 24 hours.  I stood talking to the Lord telling Him that it was a little sad that something so beautiful was only on the earth for such a short time.  But then I felt Him speak into my spirit and say something very profound.

I felt Him saying to me that as long as the dragonfly had fulfilled it's purpose on earth, it had had a full life.  It had done what the Creator had asked it to do.  What it was born to do.  And then I felt Him speak to me about people and how we needed to do what the Creator wants us to do.  What we are born to do.  In that way, we reach our destiny and live a fulfilled life.

But sometimes we are caught up in what is expected of us.  Our responsibilities. That's understandable, but if that's all we ever do, are we truly living a fulfilled life?  A content life? Knowing that we're doing what the Creator has asked us to do?  Have we tapped into our talents and are we making the most of them?  Or are we doubting our abilities and believing that we don't have what it takes?  Are we listening to others and their negative comments about us?

We need to step back and look at ourselves in a new light.  We need to see ourselves as God sees us.  Made in His image with all creativity at hand. Look around at the sunsets He paints every day. Each one different.  The sea and the changing colors thereof.  The trees, the flowers, the animals, the minute, the large, those invisible to the naked eye.  That's our creative God and we are made in His image.

(Gen:1:27: So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.)

So today - think about those things to which you're drawn.  And those things that you'd like to do but haven't had a chance to do.  Maybe you are restless because you haven't done what your soul is asking for.

Have you begun fulfilling your destiny?  If not, why not make today the beginning of your destiny.  You are unique, just as each dragonfly. No one has your talents. You're not a copy.  You're an original.

Just like the dragonfly, fly on the wings of your destiny!

Do it today!

One step at a time

Getting to one's goal doesn't happen in one giant leap, although, leap of faith springs to mind.  It comes from taking one step at a time, one day at a time, one thought at a time.

In short, it comes from hard work, all the time.  It means keeping your goal in sight and staying focused and working on it progressively.

One has heard the terms, "long distance" and "sprint".  And that is so true when writing a book. It's a long-distance effort.  It means sifting through the mine of information and finding what works for you because not everything works for everybody.  The world would be one-dimensional in that case.

So it leaves me pulling my "to do" list close and ticking off what I've done and what I still need to do.

One step at a time, and I'll reach my goal!

When you've got your ISBN number

When you've received your ISBN you get little nervous jitters in your stomach knowing that you're a little closer to having your book out there.

It's now or never, or so the song goes.  When you have to look past the self doubt that hunts you down while you're laying in bed at night.  Then all the questions come at you like a swarm of bees; are you really going to publish your work for all to see and all to criticise, or all to add their two cents to?  Are you good enough to have your words flying around the universe to be caught up in nets of debate and chatter at book clubs?

Then I ask myself the question;  Self, if you don't put your book out there, then what was the use of sitting at your keyboard these past few years?  Are you going to throw your valuable time away?

Should I just write under another name so I can dodge the bullets of peoples' opinions? Heck no.  It's was ME sitting there putting a cushion under the posterior to alleviate the numbness.  Me who had to defend why I was there in conversations but not all there, as the characters had me wrapped up in my mind so deftly.  When I would be asked, "Why are you so quiet today?"  I'd point to my head and say, "Sometimes it's more interesting in here."

Nope today I got my ISBN number and it's closer than it was last week.  And I'm looking forward to knotting up loose ends and closing the chapter and writing "The End" at the end.

"Cameras Don't Lie" got it's Birth Certificate today!

Reading a book is like a walk in the woods

Reading a book is like a walk in the woods.

You never know what you're going to find.

Lynne Torrente

This season - A tangled web of emotions

"Tis a season to be jolly, tra la la la la la, la la la la
Deck the halls with bells and holly, tra la la la la, la la la la"

And so the song goes.  But this year, this season brings a mixture of emotions; joy when I watch the glee on my daughter's face as she decorates the tree and helps select wrapping paper with which to wrap her cousin's Christmas presents and sadness because there's an empty chair at the Christmas lunch table.

This will be the first year that I don't have my special Mommy with me.  And I can't lie, it hurts like crazy.  I won't have that special hug and sweet smile from the person who gave me life.  And everyone around the table will be a reminder that she was the beginning of what we call family.

But I won't be too hard on myself.  I will take each moment as it comes and deal with it and not look too far into the future.  I've lost my Mommy and there's no way one can rush the grieving process. One can't erase the hurt with a magic wand.  Even though that wouldn't be a bad idea if there was such a thing.  It's difficult to be happy even though you know it IS the season to be jolly and to celebrate the world's greatest Gift.

So at this time I will spare a prayer and thought for others who too have lost someone dear to them and those who are lonely and have no family close.  I pray that God's Spirit will find them and speak into their hearts and let them know that  there is "a friend that sticks closer than a brother."

Missing the addiction!

While, I am extremely grateful to say that I don't know the unkind feeling that life-extracting addictions can bring, I certainly know one thing...

I miss writing!

We've moved and there's been no time to sit down and write anything.  Shucks, I had to search for my laptop to write this.  But I knew I had to write something, anything, just to feel the keys beneath my fingertips and hear the happy sounds of click-click as I type.

I don't normal hear the loud clicks that I hear today.  Even that is odd because my nails are longer than normal.  I usually keep them short for typing and for playing keyboards (the other love in my life).  No way I can play with long nails.  Even my Triton is still in his case because of the move. Terrible.  I need to find a place for him to settle into as well.  I am itching to write and record some more music too.  In time, I suppose.

But while the boxes are around, I cannot sit down and relax and let the thoughts flow.  Too guilty. The boxes glare at me shouting to be unpacked.  So soon I'll have to get up and shut one up.

If you're interested, you can check my song on Youtube, "Chasing Shadows by Lynne Torrente".

The big lopsided box in the corner shouts at me again and the jagged tear in his side glares at me.

"Okay, okay.  I hear you.  I'm coming."