Constance Masters's Blog, page 19
August 10, 2012
It Isn't Whether You Win or Lose but How You Play The Game
Like the rest of the world, we in Australia are in the grip of Olympic fever. Now Australia has always done pretty well in the medal tally, considering the amount of people who live here, particularly in swimming. This year however, we were given a short sharp shock when our swimmers didn't do as well as we expected them to do. I personally think they did great to even get there in the first place, but it seems that I was in the minority.
Every adult who has or has not ever swum a lap of a pool had an opinion on why it was that our swimmers weren't captured on the middle of the podium, gold swinging around their necks while our national anthem blasted through the arena with pride. Who knows what happened. Perhaps on the day, other countries who wanted it as much as us and who trained just as hard were better on the day.
It seemed that even the swimmers were judging themselves as more than one or two swimmers were captured by reporters so upset that they were unable to speak because they got silver not gold. Seriously people? Silver...second best swimmer in the world. When did sport become so harsh and judgemental?
Yesterday I was given the chance to witness what true sportsmanship was about. I was at my son's sports carnival. My youngest is eleven and the carnival was typical I guess of most school carnivals where all the children are all in one of four house groups. The rules are simple, you have to go in your age race and every other race is optional. Winners and place getter's win points for their house, although all the kids get points for going in a race regardless of where they come.
Now I have to say that running is not my son's favourite or best thing. To say he is not a natural runner is an understatement. But I watched him run in his age race with all the pride that a mother could have, clapping wildly as he came in last. I thought that would be the end of the day for us until the tug a war, well for him, I was sitting in a chair, but I was wrong.
I was stunned as the next race started. There was my boy lined up again ready to race the two hundred metres. He was determined that if he couldn't win then he would get points for his house. Did he win? ...no but he did once again get points for his house. Enough? I thought so. No apparently not, as half an hour later he was lined up for the eight hundred metres. I could tell he was tired and that not only was he going to lose but he was going to lose badly. I was worried that the kids would tease him if he came noticeably last. I almost considered going over and asking them to pull him out. It seemed cruel to sit there and watch your child knowing that they would fail. Finally I decided that it would most likely embarrass him more if I intervened so I waited and watched.
My brave boy ran for a lot of the race and walked for some. I could tell he was exhausted and at one point I didn't think he was going to be able to finish... I almost cried. I didn't know what I could do without making a giant fuss. Eleven year old boys do not want their mothers to come help them off the field under any circumstances. So once again I held my breath and waited. I am so glad that I did.
All of a sudden some of my boy's friends ran over to the track where he was losing heart, being the last one still running and they started to cheer him on. These were friends wearing all the different colours of their house groups, who didn't give a damn for the competition while they helped a friend who needed them. By the time he reached the end of the race the entire school was clapping and cheering for a boy who tried his absolute best.
Sometimes I think that we could learn a lot from the simplicity of childhood. When we're teaching our kids how to play sports, maybe we could try to cultivate rather than repress their natural instincts. Maybe they know better than we do what's fair.
An Unexpected Husband Amazon US
An Unexpected Husband Amazon UK
An Unexpected Husband Blushing Books
Becky's Last Chance Amazon US
Becky's Last Chance Amazon UK
Becky's Last Chance Blushing Books
Every adult who has or has not ever swum a lap of a pool had an opinion on why it was that our swimmers weren't captured on the middle of the podium, gold swinging around their necks while our national anthem blasted through the arena with pride. Who knows what happened. Perhaps on the day, other countries who wanted it as much as us and who trained just as hard were better on the day.
It seemed that even the swimmers were judging themselves as more than one or two swimmers were captured by reporters so upset that they were unable to speak because they got silver not gold. Seriously people? Silver...second best swimmer in the world. When did sport become so harsh and judgemental?
Yesterday I was given the chance to witness what true sportsmanship was about. I was at my son's sports carnival. My youngest is eleven and the carnival was typical I guess of most school carnivals where all the children are all in one of four house groups. The rules are simple, you have to go in your age race and every other race is optional. Winners and place getter's win points for their house, although all the kids get points for going in a race regardless of where they come.
Now I have to say that running is not my son's favourite or best thing. To say he is not a natural runner is an understatement. But I watched him run in his age race with all the pride that a mother could have, clapping wildly as he came in last. I thought that would be the end of the day for us until the tug a war, well for him, I was sitting in a chair, but I was wrong.
I was stunned as the next race started. There was my boy lined up again ready to race the two hundred metres. He was determined that if he couldn't win then he would get points for his house. Did he win? ...no but he did once again get points for his house. Enough? I thought so. No apparently not, as half an hour later he was lined up for the eight hundred metres. I could tell he was tired and that not only was he going to lose but he was going to lose badly. I was worried that the kids would tease him if he came noticeably last. I almost considered going over and asking them to pull him out. It seemed cruel to sit there and watch your child knowing that they would fail. Finally I decided that it would most likely embarrass him more if I intervened so I waited and watched.
My brave boy ran for a lot of the race and walked for some. I could tell he was exhausted and at one point I didn't think he was going to be able to finish... I almost cried. I didn't know what I could do without making a giant fuss. Eleven year old boys do not want their mothers to come help them off the field under any circumstances. So once again I held my breath and waited. I am so glad that I did.
All of a sudden some of my boy's friends ran over to the track where he was losing heart, being the last one still running and they started to cheer him on. These were friends wearing all the different colours of their house groups, who didn't give a damn for the competition while they helped a friend who needed them. By the time he reached the end of the race the entire school was clapping and cheering for a boy who tried his absolute best.
Sometimes I think that we could learn a lot from the simplicity of childhood. When we're teaching our kids how to play sports, maybe we could try to cultivate rather than repress their natural instincts. Maybe they know better than we do what's fair.
An Unexpected Husband Amazon US
An Unexpected Husband Amazon UK
An Unexpected Husband Blushing Books
Becky's Last Chance Amazon US
Becky's Last Chance Amazon UK
Becky's Last Chance Blushing Books
July 26, 2012
Giving Birth To A Book
I just had my second novella published and I've realised something. Writing a book is very similar to a pregnancy, and having it published is like giving birth.
When I wrote my first book I planned, I actually looked up baby name sites to help choose the names of the characters and then I didn't use any of the ones that I saw. Just like real life and naming my children. The same can be said for choosing a name for the book itself. It's so important. That book has to have that name for as long as it's a book or rather an Ebook. It has to be a good fit for the story.
As the book was an erotica romance, there was the sex. There has to be sex in order for there to be a baby, well mostly and there has to be sex for an erotic romance.
Anyhoo I won't go into a blow by blow of ALL the similarities, but there are a lot. One of the big ones is the worry. I worried that my plot was good enough like I worried that I'd done the right things and eaten the right things in my pregnancy. The day your book finally does come out is like the day you give birth. All the worry, the planning, the preparing, and you can't wait to see that face. The face of your child or the cover of your book.
Once your baby is there in front of you and you've cuddled it and kissed it and fallen in love, you want to share. You want other people to see how clever you were to grow this little person, like you want other people to read your book. You want other people to TELL you how beautiful your baby is, like you want other people to TELL you how good your book was or at least tell you that they liked it.
So I guess the moral is, if you take the time to read a book, try and find something nice to say about it. The person that wrote it has been nurturing it for some time. A constructive review isn't about tearing people down, it's about telling people what they did well so they can build on that and get better.
Oh and the last similarity I have discovered is that your next book is just as important to you as the first. It's a little different, but it means just as much. MY new book is called An Unexpected Husband. links below.
Amazon Kindle US An Unexpected Husband
Amazon Kindle UK An Unexpected Husband
Blushing Books An Unexpected Husband
Amazon Kindle US Becky's Last Chance
Amazon Kindle UK Becky's Last Chance
Blushing Books Becky's Last Chance
When I wrote my first book I planned, I actually looked up baby name sites to help choose the names of the characters and then I didn't use any of the ones that I saw. Just like real life and naming my children. The same can be said for choosing a name for the book itself. It's so important. That book has to have that name for as long as it's a book or rather an Ebook. It has to be a good fit for the story.
As the book was an erotica romance, there was the sex. There has to be sex in order for there to be a baby, well mostly and there has to be sex for an erotic romance.
Anyhoo I won't go into a blow by blow of ALL the similarities, but there are a lot. One of the big ones is the worry. I worried that my plot was good enough like I worried that I'd done the right things and eaten the right things in my pregnancy. The day your book finally does come out is like the day you give birth. All the worry, the planning, the preparing, and you can't wait to see that face. The face of your child or the cover of your book.
Once your baby is there in front of you and you've cuddled it and kissed it and fallen in love, you want to share. You want other people to see how clever you were to grow this little person, like you want other people to read your book. You want other people to TELL you how beautiful your baby is, like you want other people to TELL you how good your book was or at least tell you that they liked it.
So I guess the moral is, if you take the time to read a book, try and find something nice to say about it. The person that wrote it has been nurturing it for some time. A constructive review isn't about tearing people down, it's about telling people what they did well so they can build on that and get better.
Oh and the last similarity I have discovered is that your next book is just as important to you as the first. It's a little different, but it means just as much. MY new book is called An Unexpected Husband. links below.
Amazon Kindle US An Unexpected Husband
Amazon Kindle UK An Unexpected Husband
Blushing Books An Unexpected Husband
Amazon Kindle US Becky's Last Chance
Amazon Kindle UK Becky's Last Chance
Blushing Books Becky's Last Chance
July 19, 2012
Time to Talk About Writing
It's time to talk about writing, like the heading said.
I realised I've waffled on and never really talked about my first book, Becky's Last Chance.
Becky's Last Chance starts with Becky laying in bed on her eighteenth birthday in a dorm room of a strict Catholic boarding school.
Becky lost her mother when she was six and subsequently was very indulged by her father who was desperate to erase the pain that his little girl had suffered from the loss of her mother. It also eased his own pain to throw himself into giving his daughter everything. The result? A spoiled teenager with no self control that got herself into trouble at school.
Her arch nemesis was Tracy Dean, the school Principal who was determined to make her tow the line. Unfortunately Becky was just as determined to make her Principal see who was boss. In her own mind anyway. After the Principal who was in her late thirties banned her from Prom, she was furious and determined to get revenge.
Her revenge though landed her in even deeper trouble with the Principal and with her Dad who was at his wits end. Feeling like he'd done a mediocre job of raising his daughter, he took the advice of the principal and sent her away to boarding school in the hope that her stubborn nature could be reigned in before she reached adulthood which was fast approaching.
This is where we first meet Becky on her eighteenth birthday as she remembers the events that led her to where she was. She also remembers Ryan her fathers right hand man who she has had a crush on for years. She has a very spicy fantasy while imagining how she would like her relationship to be with Ryan.
After Becky left for Boarding school, her Dad was devastated and Tracy Dean the Principal steps in to assure him that he's done the right thing for Becky. She really does believe that in the right hands Becky is redeemable. The two spend a lot of time together and fall in love.
Geoff (the Dad) knows this is not going to be popular with Becky who still hasn't spoken to him or Ryan. She holds nothing but animosity for Tracy and believes that she has ruined her life. He knows though that Becky and Ryan are meant to be a couple and he hatches a plot to get them together. He moves to New York taking Tracy with him. He leaves Ryan in charge of all the finances so that Becky has no choice but to follow his rules. Geoff knew that given enough time together the two would fall in love.
That is where the first chapter ends and the real story begins. There are fun and games with Becky, Ryan, Becky's friend Kendall and the Ryan's friend a deputy sheriff. The first chapter can be read for free at Blushing Books, Amazon both UK and US and on Barnes & Noble.
I am currently working on a sequel.
My new book An Unexpected Husband is due to be released tomorrow. This though is not the sequel but a new romantic tale.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle US
amazon.co.uk/Beckys-Last-Ch… UK
My Fanfics can be found here...
I realised I've waffled on and never really talked about my first book, Becky's Last Chance.
Becky's Last Chance starts with Becky laying in bed on her eighteenth birthday in a dorm room of a strict Catholic boarding school.
Becky lost her mother when she was six and subsequently was very indulged by her father who was desperate to erase the pain that his little girl had suffered from the loss of her mother. It also eased his own pain to throw himself into giving his daughter everything. The result? A spoiled teenager with no self control that got herself into trouble at school.
Her arch nemesis was Tracy Dean, the school Principal who was determined to make her tow the line. Unfortunately Becky was just as determined to make her Principal see who was boss. In her own mind anyway. After the Principal who was in her late thirties banned her from Prom, she was furious and determined to get revenge.
Her revenge though landed her in even deeper trouble with the Principal and with her Dad who was at his wits end. Feeling like he'd done a mediocre job of raising his daughter, he took the advice of the principal and sent her away to boarding school in the hope that her stubborn nature could be reigned in before she reached adulthood which was fast approaching.
This is where we first meet Becky on her eighteenth birthday as she remembers the events that led her to where she was. She also remembers Ryan her fathers right hand man who she has had a crush on for years. She has a very spicy fantasy while imagining how she would like her relationship to be with Ryan.
After Becky left for Boarding school, her Dad was devastated and Tracy Dean the Principal steps in to assure him that he's done the right thing for Becky. She really does believe that in the right hands Becky is redeemable. The two spend a lot of time together and fall in love.
Geoff (the Dad) knows this is not going to be popular with Becky who still hasn't spoken to him or Ryan. She holds nothing but animosity for Tracy and believes that she has ruined her life. He knows though that Becky and Ryan are meant to be a couple and he hatches a plot to get them together. He moves to New York taking Tracy with him. He leaves Ryan in charge of all the finances so that Becky has no choice but to follow his rules. Geoff knew that given enough time together the two would fall in love.
That is where the first chapter ends and the real story begins. There are fun and games with Becky, Ryan, Becky's friend Kendall and the Ryan's friend a deputy sheriff. The first chapter can be read for free at Blushing Books, Amazon both UK and US and on Barnes & Noble.
I am currently working on a sequel.
My new book An Unexpected Husband is due to be released tomorrow. This though is not the sequel but a new romantic tale.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle US
amazon.co.uk/Beckys-Last-Ch… UK
My Fanfics can be found here...
July 7, 2012
Survival of the Fittest
Last night we had a impromptu family celebration at the local 'all you can eat' restaurant. This would not be the restaurant of choice for most of us, but the particular child that chose it loves the place. It was his birthday, so his choice.
There are several factors that determine the kind of experience you'll have at this restaurant...
Number one? Saturday night. Apparently the night that every family in the greater area that feels like eating chinese food without restraint goes out.
Number two? Saturday night is seafood night....multiply the amount of people by about ten, it's Australia and people here like seafood...a lot...
Number three? Early session. Every person who likes seafood and is very hungry with a dozen or so screaming children that should be in bed already.... they're there too, mostly throwing their food on the floor to trip up the people that are running towards the huge stacks of food...there's something about seeing a lot of food in one place that makes people a little crazy...
Number four? The two hour session. It makes people panic and panicked people aren't pretty. Once again...crazy people. These people are worried they might not get in their money's worth by the end of the session.
Number five? This is the most important factor of all. The ability to block out everything negative and have a good time with your family.
Watching the kids enjoyment makes it all worth while. Who cares if someone stepped on your foot or spilled sweet and sour pork down your favourite jeans, if you can't get on the line for the sushi train or an old lady and her grandson pushed in in front of the roast bar. You will survive. Here are a few tips to help if you ever find yourself fighting for survival at an all you can eat restaurant...
Use your patience while trying to get near the food. People are less likely to really harm you if you're nice to them.
Don't be fussy...grab what you can and take note of the stuff you want that you can't get to. You can always send the kids in later, they're little they can climb under the adults without being seen.
Don't jump the cue if the person behind you has picked up a fresh knife and fork. As previously stated hungry people are crazy.
Eat slowly and chew your food. You're going to need all of your strength to fight your way to the dessert bar. Even more to carry back your haul.
Let your kids serve themselves. They have a greater chance of survival on their own. Crazy people with a fear of starving are generally tolerant of children.
Last but not least...KEEP A SENSE OF HUMOUR.
IT was all worth while. If for no other reason it was amazing to see the birthday boy devour sushi and fruit on the same plate with a smile on his face. This was after he'd already been at the ice cream and the chocolate fountain. Nothing like a child's cast iron stomach.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
There are several factors that determine the kind of experience you'll have at this restaurant...
Number one? Saturday night. Apparently the night that every family in the greater area that feels like eating chinese food without restraint goes out.
Number two? Saturday night is seafood night....multiply the amount of people by about ten, it's Australia and people here like seafood...a lot...
Number three? Early session. Every person who likes seafood and is very hungry with a dozen or so screaming children that should be in bed already.... they're there too, mostly throwing their food on the floor to trip up the people that are running towards the huge stacks of food...there's something about seeing a lot of food in one place that makes people a little crazy...
Number four? The two hour session. It makes people panic and panicked people aren't pretty. Once again...crazy people. These people are worried they might not get in their money's worth by the end of the session.
Number five? This is the most important factor of all. The ability to block out everything negative and have a good time with your family.
Watching the kids enjoyment makes it all worth while. Who cares if someone stepped on your foot or spilled sweet and sour pork down your favourite jeans, if you can't get on the line for the sushi train or an old lady and her grandson pushed in in front of the roast bar. You will survive. Here are a few tips to help if you ever find yourself fighting for survival at an all you can eat restaurant...
Use your patience while trying to get near the food. People are less likely to really harm you if you're nice to them.
Don't be fussy...grab what you can and take note of the stuff you want that you can't get to. You can always send the kids in later, they're little they can climb under the adults without being seen.
Don't jump the cue if the person behind you has picked up a fresh knife and fork. As previously stated hungry people are crazy.
Eat slowly and chew your food. You're going to need all of your strength to fight your way to the dessert bar. Even more to carry back your haul.
Let your kids serve themselves. They have a greater chance of survival on their own. Crazy people with a fear of starving are generally tolerant of children.
Last but not least...KEEP A SENSE OF HUMOUR.
IT was all worth while. If for no other reason it was amazing to see the birthday boy devour sushi and fruit on the same plate with a smile on his face. This was after he'd already been at the ice cream and the chocolate fountain. Nothing like a child's cast iron stomach.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
June 30, 2012
Out with the Old
A long while ago when we got cable at our house, I made a decision that I thought worked well. To NOT get it in the living room. Now any Aussie's are going to think...we call it a lounge room in Australia...well we do but it isn't. It is a living room because that's basically where I live when I'm awake.
So I got the cable in the bedrooms where the family can happily go to watch whatever they want...within reason of course with the youngest. This left me with the old squarish TV that wasn't digital ready. Not a problem, not for me. I could usually find something to have on in the background while I 'lived'.
Living for me entails writing, chatting, basically everything I do on the computer. It also includes peeling vegetables, baking and whatever else you do in the kitchen... I could still see and hear my antiquated old box from there. There were even times when I decided to fold one of the mountainous piles of clean washing and fold it into piles along the sofa while I happily watched one of my programs. That's what sofas are for aren't they?
The BIG plus with my old TV was that I was the only one that could see it's beauty. No one else stayed for long. They would come and chat as they were passing through to get more food or drink. They'd ask me what I was writing...usually something that was very quickly shut down when anyone walked into the room ...Nothing though clears a room like vegetables being peeled or washing being folded. House work in general.
Yesterday was a fateful day however as a new member of my family arrived in the shape of a gift. A large flat screen TV that was digital ready. I have to say I WAS a little impressed. It stands there proudly with it's shiny new blackness. The picture is sooo clear and the sound is fantastic. They've also given me extra channels....and THIS is the problem.
Suddenly people are finding an appeal in the living room....my living room. The room where I live. Instead of running the morning news channel quietly in the background while I tap away at my computer, I now have someone flicking through several extra channels of noisy cartoons while I try and string a few thoughts together. My husband suggested that we could all watch the third and final State of Origin football match together in the 'lounge' room on Wednesday. He must have seen the tragic look on my face because he sweetened the deal with some booze and a chinese meal...I guess there will be perks.
Who would have known after all these years of teaching children to share I'd finally have to do it myself...
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
So I got the cable in the bedrooms where the family can happily go to watch whatever they want...within reason of course with the youngest. This left me with the old squarish TV that wasn't digital ready. Not a problem, not for me. I could usually find something to have on in the background while I 'lived'.
Living for me entails writing, chatting, basically everything I do on the computer. It also includes peeling vegetables, baking and whatever else you do in the kitchen... I could still see and hear my antiquated old box from there. There were even times when I decided to fold one of the mountainous piles of clean washing and fold it into piles along the sofa while I happily watched one of my programs. That's what sofas are for aren't they?
The BIG plus with my old TV was that I was the only one that could see it's beauty. No one else stayed for long. They would come and chat as they were passing through to get more food or drink. They'd ask me what I was writing...usually something that was very quickly shut down when anyone walked into the room ...Nothing though clears a room like vegetables being peeled or washing being folded. House work in general.
Yesterday was a fateful day however as a new member of my family arrived in the shape of a gift. A large flat screen TV that was digital ready. I have to say I WAS a little impressed. It stands there proudly with it's shiny new blackness. The picture is sooo clear and the sound is fantastic. They've also given me extra channels....and THIS is the problem.
Suddenly people are finding an appeal in the living room....my living room. The room where I live. Instead of running the morning news channel quietly in the background while I tap away at my computer, I now have someone flicking through several extra channels of noisy cartoons while I try and string a few thoughts together. My husband suggested that we could all watch the third and final State of Origin football match together in the 'lounge' room on Wednesday. He must have seen the tragic look on my face because he sweetened the deal with some booze and a chinese meal...I guess there will be perks.
Who would have known after all these years of teaching children to share I'd finally have to do it myself...
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
June 27, 2012
Where Did I Go? Where Am I now? and Where am I going?
Where did I go? I've been a lot of places but that's not really what I mean. I mean the me that was born into a family of four children...you know, the early me.
Short answer is, I got married and had children. Don't get me wrong. I've never regretted for a minute marrying my husband...well maybe a second here and there but those are the times I put hot english mustard thickly on his sandwiches and move on. Nothing like the pungent tang of a dose of the mustard shooting up the nose to remind someone it's time to pull their head in...especially when it happens very rarely.
Of course I've never regretted having my children either, any of them. I Love my family to death. They give me so many laughs and trouble and fun, not to mention an abundance of writing material.
That being said, when you get married and have children, the person that was essentially you slips away little by little. I don't think it goes altogether it all just gets a little archived for a while. I have become my husband's wife and each of my children's Mum and that's fine but for a lot of years I lost sight of what I wanted to do for myself...of what I really liked.
Where am I now? Obviously I'm here, writing this but once again I'm talking a little more deeply. I'm finally finding myself again in a lot of ways. I'm writing. I'm TELLING people I'm writing which is big because there were only a few people that I told before that I liked to write and I don't really know why that was. The content of my writing? Possibly. The fact that I felt a little guilty taking that much time out for myself. Maybe. Maybe I was just frightened that everyone would think what I wrote was rubbish. I guess I don't know that either really. All I know is that I'm writing and I'm happy about it and I'm loving being able to pick bits of me back out of the archives and try and put the pieces of the puzzle all back together. I'm nowhere near finished but I'm trying.
Where am I going? Well after I make about thirty tiny tents for a Gold Rush diorama...Hopefully I can work on making my writing a success, I can enjoy seeing all of my children find there own love, happiness and tranquility...and my husband and I can sit back and enjoy each other, our family and our beautiful grandchildren.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
Short answer is, I got married and had children. Don't get me wrong. I've never regretted for a minute marrying my husband...well maybe a second here and there but those are the times I put hot english mustard thickly on his sandwiches and move on. Nothing like the pungent tang of a dose of the mustard shooting up the nose to remind someone it's time to pull their head in...especially when it happens very rarely.
Of course I've never regretted having my children either, any of them. I Love my family to death. They give me so many laughs and trouble and fun, not to mention an abundance of writing material.
That being said, when you get married and have children, the person that was essentially you slips away little by little. I don't think it goes altogether it all just gets a little archived for a while. I have become my husband's wife and each of my children's Mum and that's fine but for a lot of years I lost sight of what I wanted to do for myself...of what I really liked.
Where am I now? Obviously I'm here, writing this but once again I'm talking a little more deeply. I'm finally finding myself again in a lot of ways. I'm writing. I'm TELLING people I'm writing which is big because there were only a few people that I told before that I liked to write and I don't really know why that was. The content of my writing? Possibly. The fact that I felt a little guilty taking that much time out for myself. Maybe. Maybe I was just frightened that everyone would think what I wrote was rubbish. I guess I don't know that either really. All I know is that I'm writing and I'm happy about it and I'm loving being able to pick bits of me back out of the archives and try and put the pieces of the puzzle all back together. I'm nowhere near finished but I'm trying.
Where am I going? Well after I make about thirty tiny tents for a Gold Rush diorama...Hopefully I can work on making my writing a success, I can enjoy seeing all of my children find there own love, happiness and tranquility...and my husband and I can sit back and enjoy each other, our family and our beautiful grandchildren.
Becky's Last Chance at Blushing Books
And at Amazon Kindle
My Fanfics can be found here...
