• 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…

  • Cloffice,  Home Office,  My Blog,  Writing

    Home Office Dream

    What do you get when you convert a closet to your home office?  I am currently working on making my Home Office Dream a reality and can’t wait to share the pictures and details with you. So, while I am…

  • Family,  Motherhood,  Motivation,  My Blog,  Writing

    Loving My Life on the Wire

    Balance. This is one area that is not black or white. It’s a garish blend of tie-dye confusion with no rhyme or reason.  My balancing act lost its luster somewhere after child #2. Each year, my tightrope is raised a bit higher. With my…