• Motivation,  My Blog,  Self Image,  Writing

    Conquering Stage Fright

    Stage fright is a master of disguise that has been perfected over many centuries of existence. Quite similar to the survival of the cockroach. If not conquered it definitely multiplies and creates an infestation of disappointment. It starts small; an annoying, nagging feeling that churns deep…

  • Family,  Motherhood,  My Blog,  Writing

    Making Miles of Memories

    I survived. The travels with the family are complete. No one got left behind.  And despite the normal wear and tear caused by family togetherness, everyone is in one piece. Taking a break from writing for the week, I buckled myself in for…

  • Motivation,  My Blog,  Writing

    Why I Use Scrivener

    Suffering from allergy-induced fuzziness, bronchitis and multiple trips to the doctor did not make for a happy person or productive writing. Hibernating and hiding from the cedar pollen and germs seemed like the ideal solution, but that route is not in the…

  • Motivation,  My Blog,  SAHM,  Writing

    Morning Commute

    As the house is emptied of husband and kids, I begin my morning commute towards my Cloffice. Being my own boss is dangerous territory for a Type-A pessimist.  This daily trek could be littered with landmines, traffic jams, and the occasional breakdown.  It’s always a…

  • Motivation,  My Blog,  Writing

    Why do I Write?

    A messiness embedded itself in my life this week. An internal feeling of icky confusion. I have learned that this stems from my tendency to over think. Situations are made more complex when I dissect details in my head. Dwelling…

  • Motivation,  Writing

    Chasing Fireflies

    Daylight taunts me.  Brilliant, sparkling rays of light cast warmth on my back.  The outside world is calling and it is hard to ignore. I carry on. Writing. Rewriting. Cherishing the few remaining minutes of quiet. Allowing the fireflies to breathe. Hearing the tick-tock of the clock…

  • Motherhood,  Motivation,  My Blog,  Self Image,  Writing

    Clarity in Acceptance

    The New Year has been quiet. Allowing moments of clarity. Days of reflection. Minutes of acceptance. And if the kids weren’t home, a few hours of peace. Whispers and echoes of past resolutions bugged me for the first few days of…