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Back Into The Swing Of Things

This year has started off at a run.  After being sick and suffering from anxiety and chronic pain, I am finally finding my way again, Dear Bloggites.  I still have many, many things to start doing again, but today, I was able to check off one of those items I have missed – Writers Anonymous Monthly Meetings.

Today was our first one for the year and, having the days changed to the second week like it used to be, we had a good size group show up today.  It could be the new year, resolutions and all that, but I hope it is because people are realizing their worth and that the story they have inside them needs to get out and they need to share it with the world.

pencil with ideasI am still struggling with the daily writing thing (obviously), but I am still writing on a more consistent basis than I did last year.  And that is something!  I have not started back on my novel that I have shelved for a couple of years.  I started it the year my Dad died, and I am still working through the psychological issues of remembering his struggle at the end each time I sit to write this novel.

I will get through it.  I feel the spark that has been missing when I think of writing.  I feel the tingling in my mind that is my story getting my attention and I feel the joy of watching the words appear on the blank page in front of me.  This is a good feeling and I am going to hang on to it because like the visitors to the meeting tonight, I too have a story that is inside and needs to be shared with the world. 🙂

~4-Ever, P

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Take Me To Task…I Need To Blog

Goodness Gracious, Dear Bloggites!  I have been slacking off!  It has been three days (THREE) since I last blogged, and you guys are not taking me to task.  I need to be hollered at to keep on top of blogging, so I can share what is going on in my Journey I call Life. 🙂IMG_0432.  All that said, here is what has kept me from blogging to you Awesome People:

First, I started working my list from 2017 now 2018 and have started walking with my dog, Ragonk, and 4 of 7 in the Familial Unit (Debbie) and her dog, Pepper.  I have found that just walking an hour a day, I have so much more energy, and OMG – Ragonk LOVES to go for walks!  Just look at this grin on his face!

The Two-Faced Truth by Roy & Dee KaySecond, I have been offered a guest post on The Floating Thoughts Blog for providing an honest review on their book, The Two-Faced Truth, and have been working on that.  I am so touched and excited for this opportunity to reach new people with my written work.  I don’t want to disappoint anyone, so I am being extra picky about the story line.Paisley Showing 03-24-2018

Third, today I went and showed support for 1 of 7 in the Familial Unit (Kathy) as she and her beautiful dog, Paisley, competed in the Fort Worth Kennel Club All Breeds Show.  I am proud to say Miss Paisley won first place in her category (dachshund puppies), not too shabby for her second show.  My sister has done an amazing job with her.  In the two shows she has done so far, Paisley has won first place in one or multiple categories. 🙂

WORD EmblemFourth, I attended my first WORDfest 2.0 today.  WORD means Writer Organizations ‘Round Dallas.  This was their second annual WORDfest where they invite published authors and specialists in the craft of writing to do breakout sessions for the writers in the area.  My BFF, Tracy, went with me to show her support on my writing dream. 🙂

Fifth, I went to my monthly Off The Cuff Toastmasters meeting tonight.  I was assigned the “Funmaster” role, so I created this fun exercise for the members to do at the meeting.  I created some nifty flower pops that had an action written at the back for the member to do while passing the homemade Bling Milk Can to the next member who had to pick.  Everyone laughed and got some exercise.  I thought I did a pretty good job for a moments creativity.

All in all, as you can see, I have been busy thus the delayed posting on this blog.  I promise I will get back to posting at least every other day.  Until then, Dear Bloggites, let me know what you would like me to talk about, share, discuss, or review.  Smooches!

~4-Ever, P


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It Can Be Done! :) Angela Did It!

Great Things Quote Vincent Van GoghI know it can be done.  I have heard it many, many times before.  I have read it, discussed it, and ponder it until the cows came home; but today, I witnessed it!  You wonder what “It” is, do you, Dear Bloggites?  Well, let me explain “It” to you.

It is not sex, but something better, yeah, I said it, something better!  It is watching someone work so hard and so long, trudging through the quagmire of memory and pain, to come out on the other side, wholer (is that a word?  Well, I am using it!) than they were before and having the proof of that journey.

I was blessed to join a wonderful group of ladies at the Heart & Soul Writer’s Group tonight and I was greeted with the wonderful smiles of Pat and Lisa asking me how I have been doing and what they can do to help me on my journey of writing and after a while, Angela joined us.  She looked transformed from the last time I saw her, and in her arms, she carried the first edition of her story!  YaY!!!!!

I have watched and listened and discussed with her over the past year on the few (sadly, very few) visits I have managed to make to this group meeting about her story.  It is a story I can closely relate to because of my story.  Now, I know I am getting oddly cryptic, but I don’t want to give away her story until she has determined how she wants to present it.

I have heard that writing a book and FINISHING a book can be done, but until tonight, I never witnessed it actually happening to someone I knew.  My heart is overrun with joy for Angela and I am so inspired that I have yet another fire in my soul to get my book finished to share with the world.

Thank You, Angela, for sharing your journey with me, and I cannot wait to buy your book! Congrats!!!!

~4-Ever, P

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Here’s What I know; Here’s What I Believe

Here is what I know: People Suck

We as a human race are so self-centered and self-focused on what “I want” and what’s “In it for me?” and what “I am entitled to” and on and on and on.


The “I, I, I” and “Me, Me, Me” mentality is so over the top!  And I grew up in the 80s – the most materialistic era of “Beautiful People”!

Here is what I believe: People are Amazing

Every individual is amazingly unique and provides something worth knowing – no matter how small.


I believe every person out there has a desire to spread happiness and/or joyful encouragement.  I mean, Everyone really wants World Peace! 🙂

I love to meet people where they are in their life journey and then continue with them onto the next level of self together.

Here is what I live: Rule #32 – Appreciate the Little Things in Life

I live each day with a purpose and one thought in mind when I wake up – make a difference for just one person.


I wake up every morning believing I make a difference no matter what.  Each action, each word, each gesture I make has an impact.  Even if all I do in a day is to organize the haphazard shopping carts in the cart zone, I believe that random act made a difference for the employee responsible for collecting all the carts because I helped them for a moment in their life on the job.

Here is what I find: It Is Not Easy

I suffer from chronic pain daily and many times I wake up to a rebellious broken body that the thought of simply moving is the last thing I want to do.


I choose to make a point of making a difference, especially on those pain filled days, I especially need to intentionally follow Rule #32 because I believe that when a simple act is done, it creates a ripple – as if a single rain drop lands on a still pond – that ripple spreads.  As it spreads, I know it will return back to me in such an amazing way that for a moment, I forget People Suck and I remember Each Person is Unique and they provide something worth knowing – no matter how small.

My Challenge to you, Dear Bloggites, is this: Take today and intentionally do a random act of kindness, no matter how small, because it is how we all can Appreciate the Little Things in Life #Rule32. 🙂

~4-Ever, P

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Short Story: The Year of Me

I am going to premise only this short story.  In order to keep my writing chops fresh, I will post various short stories here as they hit me.  This one is an idea that kept me awake one night until I finally gave in and wrote it down.  I hope you enjoy this little short story, if you do, please let me know, if you have suggestions on how to make it better, please let me know.  Happy Reading, Dear Bloggites! 🙂

“This is it!  This is MY year!” he thought to himself, “New year, new life, new ME.”

No longer does he have to feel less than anymore.

He smiles, jumps out of bed, and walks through his apartment with a pep in his step and a song in his heart.  He proceeds to dance around his tiny, neat apartment to the bathroom down the hall.

After taking a brisk, vigorous shower, he wipes the steam from the mirror and stops short.  A fog steals over his mind like a thief in the night and his smile wavers.  A tingling in the back of his mind makes him feel that he is forgetting something, something very important.

He shakes off the fog and, quick as a rabbit, he is back to his newfound confidence in life.

“This time,” he thinks, “This time the world will fear me instead of me fearing it.  Yes, it is indeed my time.”

He leaves the steamy bathroom and saunters into his kitchen to make his breakfast and resumes his daily chores of preparing to meet the world head on like he has done countless times before.

While eating his cereal, the tingling sensation returns.  He feels a great sense of foreboding sitting at his small wooden table.  He cannot place what he is forgetting for the life of him and the more he tries to remember, the more his fear begins to creep back in.

“NO!” he yells to the empty room.

“NO!  I beat it, damn it, I beat it fair and square!  2016 is the year of ME because I won the battle life threw at me!”

No longer hungry, he gets up and puts the bowl into the sink with all the other dirty dishes.  Making a mental note to call his cleaning service, he walks to the front door.  Taking one last glance around, he grabs his coat, opens the door, and walks out into the first day of the New Year as the winner he knows he is.

Taking in the cold, gloomy day, he decides that a cab will help avoid the weather.  Watching one cab after another pass him by without so much as a ‘how-do you do’ he decides that walking was not such a bad idea after all.

During his casual stroll down the familiar street, he encounters many different people.  In high spirits over his new found freedom from past fears, he smiles and gives a happy greeting to all he sees walking by.

He spies an old lady walking her dog and decides to give her a fine greeting.  “Grand day for a dog walk, eh, Mi’lady?” (he was rather impressed with his Renaissance man vocabulary).  The old lady startles for a moment, looks down at her dog, shakes her head, and proceeds along her way never once acknowledging the greeting offered her.

“What a fine hello, or lack thereof,” he thinks to himself.

His good mood does not allow him to ponder on the old lady and her dog.  He has the whole world at his feet and one senile old bitty is not going to take that away from him.

A few more blocks down the road, he notices a mother and father out for a stroll with their young child.  As they get closer, he says a loud, “How do you do on this chilly, overcast day?  Are you managing to keep warm until the sun comes out?”

He felt rather uncomfortable with the loud tone of voice, he did not want to give off the impression that he is yelling at them.

The man and woman look at each other with loving smiles on their faces until they reach him.  The smiles fade as confusion begins to bloom.  Before he can stop to question the sudden change in the couples face, he notices the young child staring at him.  Happy to finally get some kind of attention, he smiles in the friendliest of ways at the child.

Suddenly, the child screams at the top of his lungs and starts to cry.  Startled, the parents jump into action.  The mother scoops up her son while the father puts a protective arm around them and hurries up the road.

“That child must be prone to fits!  The way he just stared at me; well he obviously comes by his rudeness naturally,” he says aloud to no one in particular while thinking of the way the parents blatantly ignored his greeting.

No matter, he is determined to keep his good cheer and carries on up the street.  After a while, he sees the first sign of sunrays peeking through the clouds.  The foreboding sensation hits him like a ton of bricks.

“What is it that I am forgetting?  I know it is something very important, but I don’t know what!”

Continuing down the street, he subconsciously slows down his stride each time he sees the sunrays peeking through the clouds.  After a few more blocks, he turns left and heads up the crossroad.

Looking up, he spies his destination.  A large city park with a playground and large redwood trees sitting in the center of the turnabout.  The city opted out of the standard cement circle and chose to create a park in the middle for character.  The city felt it was a better use of space as well as a sound community integration project.  Many people spend time at the park during all hours of the day and night.

Normally, he would sojourn to the park after the sun begins to set because he preferred solitude and his own company over that of others.  Today was different.  Today was the first day of HIS year and nothing can conquer him.

Meeting and defeating his fears the night before and waking up feeling like a totally different man, he decides a day trip to the park was his just reward.  New routine to start the new year of HIM.

Crossing the street, he walks across the park and playground area to his favorite spot.  A bench located under the largest redwood tree in the park.  He loved the spot because as the sun rises or sets, the sunrays illuminate the entire bench like a spotlight trained directly at it.

He loves to come to the park just as the sun is setting to feel the warmth from the light as it shines on him. The sunrays always give him comfort after a long, lonely day of the normal work routine.

The sunlight on his body feels like a warm hug and reminds him of his mother and the hugs she used to give him each day before she passed on from the world.

Thinking of his mother always makes him feel a sad, nostalgic emotion that could never be expressed in words.  Shaking off the melancholy thought, he focuses on his plan to accomplish a successful year of ME.

As he sits on his bench, he begins to feel warm.  He realizes that the sunrays are occasionally shining down at him between the spaces in the clouds.  With his jacket on, he feels slightly warmer than usual each time a sunray peeks through the clouds.

“Mother Nature is such a moody creature.  One moment she is cold and the next she is hot.” He ruminates out loud to no one in particular.

After a while, he could not bear the heat and sheds his coat off his body.  He begins to smell something in the air.  He looks up at the children playing in the park’s playground and notices the unease glances being shifted his way by the children.

The smell is becoming more pungent and based on the uneasy glances and shifting of little bodies toward their parents, he deduces the pungent odor must be the beautiful redwood tree behind him.

As he is pondering this deduction (and feeling rather smug about his great detective skills), he suddenly sees smoke surrounding him.  At the same moment he sees the smoke, he realizes the odor is something burning.

In a blink of an eye, the forgotten thing hits his memory like a sledgehammer to metal.

Night.  People.  Strange sounds.  Muffled taunts coming closer.  Running.  Teeth.  Screams.  Blood.

He looks up with horror at the children staring across the park in his direction.  Staring at HIM.

The last thought in his mind was of a memory when his mother scolded him for being out after dark.  “You know the night is not safe, Son.  There are creatures that roam in the dark.  Creatures that prey on innocent people.  One bite from those creatures can turn you into a vampire; and you know vampires cannot live in the sunlight.”

Burleson, Texas

January 11, 2016

~4-Ever, P