I started to add some text to the image above, but it’s too beautiful to touch. It’s bright and it’s crisp and it’s new and it’s open. It’s open to all the wonders we can imagine.
Happy 2018, Y’all!
It’s bitterly cold here in the south and while I don’t usually mind cold, we southerners aren’t built for this kind of cold. We have thin blood. We can handle heat and humidity better than most. But this cold stuff? 11 degrees? Nope.
As I write this, though, it’s cloudy and I have two cats in the office with me. Two more out on the couch. One upstairs. And one in a cat tree in my old office. What I don’t have with me is a cup of coffee which will be rectified momentarily.
There is no purpose to this message other than a HELLO! And a wish for you, whoever you are, to have a wondrous 2018.
And you know what? I believe that will be my word for the year… Wondrous! Do you have a word for the year?
In the coming weeks, I’ll fill y’all in on my ideas for the coming months, but for now, let’s all just stay warm and cozy up with a good book.
If you are anywhere in Irma’s path, you’re in my thoughts. I hope you are safe, or safe as you can be if you stayed.
My family stayed. My brother and his family are in the Tampa area. My mom and grandmother are in central Florida between Ocala and the Gulf of Mexico. The spouse has family in the Jacksonville area.
Irma is serious and seemingly pissed off at something and my stomach is in knots with worry for not only my family, but for friends who have decided to ride out the storm.
I lived in Florida for 37 of my 46 years and though I’ve been through storms before, even I would have left.
Take care and hopefully we’ll see all on the other side of this.
She has some of the most incredible words and insights that get right into the heart of things, right into the heart of me. She has studied and published and talked about ownership of our pain, vulnerability, courage, love, and parenting…
I saw this on her Twitter account and given what is going on in Charlotte, North Carolina, these words from Brene Brown touched me…
Hug your loved ones. Hug your neighbors.
Show love. Not hate. Show understanding. Not anger. Show compassion. Not harm.
After my post on Sunday, I was nervous. Scared. And those two words probably don’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I truly mean when I say I was nervous and scared. But a reader commented that I was daring, brave, bold, and fearless for writing it. I don’t know if that’s true, but I like to think it is. The support has been overwhelming and I’m filled with gratitude and humility that I have such a loyal group of readers and friends.
But one word that has come out of it all that I will fully own up to is FREEDOM! I feel as though a burden has been lifted and I can write again. It doesn’t absolve me of my responsibilities or obligations to others that I’ve promised projects to, or that I’ve told readers I would be writing…at some point…in the future, but it has given me a feeling of freedom and that feeling has opened up a well inside me that was blocked until I opened up and got some truths out.
I have high expectations of myself. Those who still read my books have expectations of me, too. I know I haven’t always lived up to them and I know I’ll fall short in times to come. For me though, the expectation now is different, is full of breath and light and possibility. I let go of things that were holding me down and holding me back and finally, FINALLY, started to let the words have their way with me and when that happens, y’all… I was in awe last night when I had a few moments to write at the words that not only found their way onto the page, but with the beauty of them. They’re raw and they’re in need of tweaking, but they’re awesome words. They’re free words. They’re not bound to an ideal that I have do something that I am no longer capable of doing in the way that I once did. I was elated and inspired.
And that is the feeling that writing used to create in me. Not the dread. Not the stress. Not the feeling of ‘ugh, I don’t want to write’. But the freedom in creation and in discovery. That’s what’s been missing for me and that’s what I found by being honest and maybe, just maybe, being a little bold, a little daring, a little fearless, and a little brave.
Feeding the Flames ~ Leah Breamel: When chef Tabatha Morgan returns to Barnett Springs, her burning crush on firefighter Zac Buchanan flares back to life. Trouble is, Zac has made a promise to keep his distance from Tabby, so Zac’s best friend and fellow firefighter Quinn decides to help feed the flames of their mutual desire.
Combustible ~ Lexxie Couper: Arson investigator, Desmond Russell is the best in Australia. Cool, calm and collected, nothing ruffles him. Until he meets Outback fire brigade captain, Jess Montgomery, a woman who ignites all his sexual desires. The initial spark will engulf them both…but will their hearts survive the inferno?
Wet Down ~ Delilah Devlin: Out with the old, in with the new…Or so Sherry Thacker thinks. Problem is, her ex is always on her mind and right across the street. When a “Wet Down” ceremony to retire an old fire truck is planned by the city council she has to put aside her hurt and anger and do her job. Blake Thacker wants his wife back—in every way and he’ll use whatever means necessary to win her back. Sex is always best served WET.
Two to Spark ~ Marie Harte: When a psychic predicts that a faulty toaster, a black cat, and the wrong address will bring Cooper together with Ms. Right, he shrugs off the notion as crazy. But before long, fate has something else in store for the sexy firefighter when a spark of attraction ignites into true love.
Controlled Burn ~ Desiree Holt: Montana Wade was home after writing off the past ten years of her life, but she needed one more night of courage before she faced her family. Boone Crider, hotshot firefighter, was burned out form the rash of malicious fires. They thought one night as strangers would cure them both, but the fire they started between them soon became a barely controlled burn.
Up In Smoke ~ Lissa Matthews: Half-brothers, Josh and Jay, share everything from a house, to a love of curvy, older women. So when their dream woman accidentally sets her kitchen on fire, they ride to her rescue, sirens blaring, promising to kindle flames that may never be extinguished.
Rekindled ~ Cari Quinn: Some blazes refuse to be contained. It’s been months since ex-firefighter Katie Kemp has spoken to her former lover and squad mate, Dash Carlton. But when a late night drive down memory lane leads her to a small fire at Dash’s house, she realizes she’s not willing to turn her back on the hottest flame of her life.
Into the Fire ~ Shelli Stevens: Shannon has always prided herself on holding her own in the male dominated field of firefighting. She likes to be in control. Until she strikes a bargain with a sexy man from her past who makes her give it all up in the bedroom.
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