Still Here…

It’s a new year and I’m still hangin’ around.

Do you ever wonder when I’m going to give up the ghost and let it all go? If you haven’t wondered, I’ll be honest and say that I have. I have wondered a lot and have been close many times. And yet…

I’m either a glutton for punishment or… I… I’m just a sucker for pain (Thank you Imagine Dragons, Wiz Khalifa, X Ambassadors, Logic, Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Wayne). Maybe I’m just tenacious and don’t know when to quit, even if it seems that I’ve done exactly that.

I’ve let everyone down from readers to editors to publishers to friends, but let’s be honest here… The one I’ve let down the most, the one who has suffered the most is me. It’s not the fault of anyone, but me. No matter how much I’d rather it be on someone else, it’s not. It can’t be. I’m the only one in charge of this train wreck.

And I still have stories to tell. I still have books to write. I still have things I want to say. So, for the time being, whether it’s a year or two or more, I’ll be here writing, publishing, reinventing myself, growing, changing.

Just thought I’d let you know…

Happy Wondrous 2018

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.

~lissa

Hurricane Irma

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.

~lissa

I Love Brene Brown

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…

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Hug your loved ones. Hug your neighbors.

Show love. Not hate. Show understanding. Not anger. Show compassion. Not harm.

~lissa

Wordy Wednesday – Writing Words

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.

~lissa