Finding Courage


Every once in a while, an opportunity comes along that tests my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. A few years ago, I ventured on my first solo trip to meet my bestie on the Outer Banks in North Carolina. I calmed threatening nerves and negative thoughts with affirmations and careful preparation. I not only survived, but my confidence also soared.

The following year, I shocked my daughter by suggesting we visit Rome and then cruise to Greece, Turkey, and Sicily. The decision required faith, courage, and nearly a year of planning. My sister-in-law decided to join us and made arrangements with an amazing travel agent. Wow! What a trip! The memorable experience made me even more eager to say yes to another adventure.

Recently, I was invited to expand my horizons in a new way. My hand trembled over the keyboard as I read an email inviting me to do an in-house interview with Authors Edge, a radio show dedicated to highlighting authors and the stories behind their work. Apparently, my self-confidence hadn’t quite calmed my anxiety about spontaneously speaking about my writing.

My first inclination was to politely decline the offer. The thought of being interviewed in-person freaked me out. As a writer, I can draft a response, rely on my thesaurus for descriptions, use my critique groups to fine-tune a chapter, and feel secure before I hit send.

I sat looking at my laptop, trying to create a thoughtful rejection to the generous offer. The only truthful excuse was fear. How lame was that? What happened to all my late-in-life gun-ho “I can do this” self-talk? What was I afraid of? Doing something I’ve never done? Making a fool of myself? Possibly selling more books? Fear of making a fool of myself? Nailed it.

I sucked in a deep breath and started typing. I’d be honored to do the interview. The host had offered a few dates from which to choose. I selected the first available recording session because I work best with deadlines—especially if it’s close.

For the next few weeks, I convinced myself I could do this. I created a list of anticipated questions and did what writers do best. I wrote out what I hoped would come out of my mouth if asked. Instead of envisioning myself as failing, I pictured myself answering with confidence, at least a fake-it-till-you-make-it effort.

I’m proud to share the resulting interview.

I’m curious. What is your biggest fear? What takes courage for you to step outside the lines? I’d love to hear from you!

My Silver Lining


Seems like such a short time ago, our grand dog, Hammie was just a pup. He’s 11 years old now. How time flies, except when you’re confined to quarers for an unknown length of time.

It’s tough right now, trying to find the silver lining in our disrupted world. We’ve been invaded by an invisible, unexpected, and uncontainable virus. As unpredictable as the Corvid-19 journey has been, so have been our responses to it. Confusion, denial, fear, anger, frustration. All reasonable, all understandable. Yet, with any crisis, there is opportunity from which we can benefit. Even Hammie is taking the Shelter in place command seriously.

Some folks use humor to get through the stressful situations. That includes me. I love some of the social media pictures and quotes that make me laugh out loud.

I ignore the rants and raves that do nothing more than stir negative emotions. It doesn’t mean I am oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, but many of the political pokes and ventings do nothing but spread anger and fear. I choose to focus on the positive.

So here are a few of the positive opportunities I’ve been given.

I’m saving lots of money because I traded trips to the casino for daily runs to the store in search of toilet paper. Down to two rolls. I got desperate and ordered some on line. Good news, I found some. Bad news, the deliver day is May 22. I thought it was a typo, but Alexa confirmed it.

I’m getting my daily 10,000 steps in by walking room to room and taking note of the chaos I’ve neglected for some time. Every once in while, I find an object that’s been missing for months. Found a Christmas present I forgot to deliver yesterday. Now won’t they be happy when it shows up in their mailbox. Spreading the joy.

My daily wardrobe consists of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Haven’t had to wash a bra in a week! Just think about the water and soap I’m saving. I saw a Facebook post that said to cut them up to use as a mask when necessary.

I’m not gaining weight because we aren’t eating out. All the burger and chicken are gone by the time I get to the store, so we’re cleaning out the freezer, trying to identify what’s each shriveled, rock hard, frosted package contains.

I’ve got lots of time to clean those closets and organize the pantry now. Could wash windows too. Choosing to save those fun thing in case I get really desperate!

Best part is that I have more time to write, and I am. Veins of Gold is taking form. The Dahlonega Sisters are busy keeping me front and center by my laptop.

The girls wanted me to do something to brighten your day, so they suggested I reduce the price of their first book, The Gold Miner Ring. The e-book is now available for $1.99 at your favorite site. Here’s the link: https://books2read.com/links/ubl/mVrL2p

Stay safe everyone and don’t forget to lighten up. This too shall pass and with a little luck, we’ll all learn something positive from the experience.

What’s your silver lining?

More Than Just Writing


I’m trying to juggle writing the second book in a series, editing a romantic suspense, drafting a short story and poem for upcoming contests, and marketing my first novel. It’s overwhelming.

Sometimes, I have to step away and play for a little bit. What do I do when I’m not stuck in front of my laptop pecking away at the keyboard?

I weave baskets. Yes, old fashion basketry. Did you know some of the oldest baskets date back 10,000 to 12,000 years? Believe it or not, I’m not the only one interested in this craft. In fact, there are hundreds, probably thousands, of men and women who belong to guilds all over the United States.

Every August, my daughter and I attend the Missouri Basketweavers Guild (see basketweavers.org) convention, spending the weekend creating amazing baskets and sharing time with other weavers. In order to keep our skills fresh, and just because we love doing it, we gather in my home with another dear friend about once a month and create something new.

I finished my first basket of the year this weekend. It’s called Lucky. The pattern was designed by Dianne Gleixner, a gifted instructor I met at one of the conventions I attended.

Basket weaving is my guilty pleasure, right after wine and dark chocolate. It uses another part of my brain that needs attention too. There’s something therapeutic about working the reed, packing the rows snug, and shaping it until it looks like the one in the picture.

Just for a little while, my mind isn’t consumed by plots and dialogues, inciting incidents and Amazon ads, Facebook posts and Book This or Book That. In order to achieve success in the craft, I have to focus on the pattern and use my hands and fingers in a different way. It frees my mind from writing, just for a short while.

What is it that you do when you need a distraction from your work? Do you sew? Read? Solve puzzles?

How about taking a few minutes to share, you never know when you might inspire someone to try something new.