You know the times when you feel as though you haven’t accomplished anything in your life? The days when you sit in the chair in tears because you can’t come up with a single thing that you have completed that would be considered meaningful.
A couple weeks ago was the end of a long month of feelings like that. I was in a nearly constant state of depression because of it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with one meaningful thing that I had accomplished.
My amazing boyfriend did his best to help me through that, but like most people he eventually gave up on that and told me the truth; that I was being a big crybaby.
Which is true.
Think about it, each and every one of us has done something meaningful in our lives. Whether it’s good or bad, there has been something you have done for, or to, someone that helped them to remember you forever.
It might have been something as simple as holding the door open for someone, or giving them a hug when they were sad. Or, it could have been something big like publishing a best selling novel and being able to make a living.
Today, I just wanted to say to everyone reading this that you have done something in your life. It may not look big on paper, but it was big to someone, and that’s what matters.


Almost There…

I’ve been working very very hard on my outline for Coast Tied. I’m almost embarrassed to say how long it’s been.
4 months ago, I threw out the messy story about mermaids I had been writing and told myself to take it seriously and outline it. And boy, I’m very glad I did.
I finished my outline today. I know where I’m heading. I know my characters. I would probably do anything for these imaginary beings.
I never used to outline. I didn’t like it. I prefered to jump in and do the part I loved best – writing. But I’ve lost count of how many stories have been abandoned after the 10,000 word mark where I loose steam.
I always end up learning that I don’t know the characters. That I don’t understand what they are going through. I ultimately feel like a horrible writer with a terrible story for nitwits and cry myself to sleep. The same thing happens for weeks working on it until I abandon the idea and go to the next one.
Now that I’m done with the outline, I’m beyond thrilled. Even that seems like an understatement. I have something finished and on paper. A step of another novel completed. A small step, yes, by it’s a step nonetheless!
I just thought I would share my excitement with you all!