Time keeps changing, and changing, and changing…..


I had a plan. It was a great plan. I would meditate, write and prepare for my day in the morning. In the evening I would exercise. I had time set aside for breakfast, dinner, a shower, down time and some reading. I even had a bedtime.

A few weeks ago I was going to get up in the morning and write. That didn’t work out to well. This week I’m exercising in the morning and writing at night. I still have time set aside for breakfast, dinner, a shower, down time, reading and of course a bed time.

My mornings have always been quiet. I thought I needed it to be that way so that I would be better prepared for the day. Quiet time was going to be inspirational for me and I was going to be able to write and edit with no problem.

Problem was, and I’m glad I found it out quickly, I can’t write in the morning. I have lazy morning brain – it’s not working before 9:30am.

So I’ve switched my exercising to the morning. Exercising was one of the last things on my morning list to do. After a few days it’s now the second thing I do. I meditate for 20 minutes, and then I exercise for 30. I then shower, have breakfast and set my timer for 30 minutes and I read. After all of this I start to get ready for work.

In the evening I come home and cook (I’ve been ordering from Blue Apron. I save time by not having to buy groceries, but I get the chance to cook). I’m finding cooking starts to get the juices flowing. While I eat I watch the shows that I have recorded the night before and give myself time to play the games that I have on my iPad. I then sit down to write or edit – depending on how I feel. If I write I can keep the TV on (right now I’m watching The Deadliest Catch) – I don’t write well if it’s too quiet.

If I’m editing though, that’s a different story. It has to be quiet. Editing = concentration for me. It’s not an easy process.

It’s taken some changes and moving around, but I think I have found the schedule that works best for me. My life right now is no longer about a ‘to-do’ list. It’s about a timed schedule. It’s about being focused and being accountable to myself. I keep my schedule in front of me, and I have alarms set on my phone as reminders.

I’m on day five of my 21-day habit forming schedule. I have granted myself permission to continue to make changes if I need too so that I will be as productive as I can.

Right now, my schedule is:

5:40am-6:00am – Meditate
6:00am – 6:40am – Exercise
6:40am-7:00am – Shower
7:00am-7:15am – Breakfast
7:15am-7:45am – Read
7:45am-8:15am – Get ready for work

6:30pm-7:30pm – Dinner
7:30pm-9:00pm – Down time (TV, reading, social media, etc)
9:00pm-11:00pm – Writing / Editing
11:00pm – Bedtime (and probably some more reading)

And since it’s just past 11:00pm – I’m going to start closing out my productive day and tonight I will watch the TV show Zoo from bed.


Order or Not to Order


I am reading Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft and he tells this story about James Joyce.

“A friend came to visit James Joyce one day and found the great man sprawled across his writing desk in a posture of utter despair.
‘James, what’s wrong?’ the friend asked. ‘Is it the work?’
Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at his friend. ‘Of course it was the work; isn’t it always?’
‘How many words did you get today?’ the friend pursued.
Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk): ‘Seven.’
‘Seven? But James… that’s good, at least for you.’
Yes,’ Joyce said, finally looking up. ‘I suppose it is… but I don’t know what order they go in!”

I understand this. Just last night I thought I was on a roll, the words were flowing! At least while I was typing them.
All day yesterday I was thinking about what I was going to blog, how it was going to be creative and expressive and I was excited to get the words down.
I got words down all right.
When I finally took a moment to read what I had written I realized that it started off well but ended slow.
Below is what I wrote:

It’s raining outside. It’s been raining off and on for the past three days.
There is something about the rain that I love.
I love to fall asleep listening to the rain.
I love to cuddle when it’s raining outside.
I love to go outside and play in the rain and in the puddles.
If I could take my bed, my book, my computer outside I’d probably sleep, read and write in the rain.
Living in Florida rain becomes a way of life. There are times that you can smell it before it even starts. You always need to have an umbrella with you and make sure your windshield wipers work.
Maybe I enjoy the rain so much because I don’t like the sun and the heat. I know that’s funny because of where I live, but sometimes the heat can be so debilitating – and the humidity – YUCK! The rain cools the day down – sometimes by 10-degrees or more.
I had the front door open listening to the rain as it falls on the tin roof of my porch. I walked out and watched the wind push the drops north and south. It’s starting to pick up so I closed the door and open the blinds. Instead of listening to the rain I’m now watching it.

I will keep this little nugget off to the side.
Maybe the next time it rains I’ll be inspired, or maybe it will sit for a few years, and when I feel that I have mastered my craft, it will become a part of a wonderful love story.
I am learning that as a writer you never throw anything that you have written away. You never know when you might be able to use it. No matter what order it was written in.

It’s official because it’s on the schedule!


Today is a new day. In June of this year I decided that July would be the start of my “new year” (yes, I’m fiscal minded). So when July came along I started a weight loss / work out program and so far I have lost six pounds (Thank You Denise Austin!) I was also determined to find a good writing class. Something that would not only educate, but also set a spark to the flame that is inside of me – the one that has been smoldering off and on for the past year (calendar, not fiscal)

As I have already blogged about, I found that class this week with the MasterClass – James Patterson Teaches Writing. The first lesson is – Write. What a simple concept and one that I have seen and heard many times.

James himself writes at least an hour a day. The class workbook suggests that I start with at least 500 words a day (and yes, I am considering these words a part of my 500).  With that understanding I set my alarm an hour earlier than normal. I figured I would start my day with my meditation, and then before the world attacks, I would get my one-hour/500 or more words in.

6:00am – still not really that motivated (I’m waiting for that energy drink to kick in), but I’m not as easily distracted – even though I did take my first 15 minutes to check Facebook. There is nothing on TV at 6:00am that I find interested, but I will watch last night’s Daily Show after I finish my one-hour/500 words. The phone’s not ringing and as of right now no one is sending me a Words With Friends challenge. All is quiet on the home front except for my nails tapping on the keyboard, which is actually a very nice sound.

I have scheduled Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday’s as my days to blog even though there will be days, like today, that I will just drop one in. I put that on the calendar to remind me that I need to put myself out there during this process. If not I would just write in my little corner (actually right now I’m on my couch with my IPad on my ottoman) of the world and never push myself beyond that imaginary boundary that I have placed around myself – the one that tells me that no one would want to read what I write (that is the one mantra that I believe all writers have). I know that for me that’s not true because I have two people that support me and ask me to read what I have written, and for me that’s an amazing start (I mean we all have to start somewhere)

It is said that if you do anything for 21 days that it becomes a habit. I only have 20 more days to go and at 6:50am on Day One I am feeling very accomplished!

James Patterson Master Teacher


I was talking to one of the girls at work today telling her how I wanted to take an on-line writing class but nothing had sparked my interest.

After our conversation I went back to my computer and pulled up Facebook.  Normally I don’t check my FB during work, but I was waiting for a reply from someone so I thought I would check it out.  The first thing that popped up was an advertisement for James Patterson’s Master Class – James Patterson Teaches Writing.  I immediately signed up!  How could I not?  For $90.00 I am able to learn from the most successful author of my time!

He is giving everyone who is registered a chance to have their first line critiqued by him.  #JamesPattersonCritique – This is what I have submitted

1)  Jeremiah detested dinner parties.
2)   Folding his cards he tapped the small stack on the table. Knowing his nemesis was trying to throw him off his game.

I am totally excited about this opportunity and all the writing “goodness” that I’m about to receive!

This Damn Has Busted!

Damn Busted

My Give a Damn’s Busted….I used to look at that as being a negative statement; that I just didn’t care anymore. Today I realized what a perfectly positive statement it is!
It’s a statement about release and letting go.
Today I realized that I give a damn to a lot of things that aren’t my damn to give.
I’m working more every day to let things go that I don’t need in my life. It could be something that takes my time away from my dreams; something that drains my energy; someone who does both of these things.
I have two goals that I want to accomplish this year: Lose 50 pounds by October 31 and win a writing contest. Neither of these goals will come true if I don’t take my life back and start giving a damn about my dreams.
Time and inspiration are my biggest obstacles, so each day (multiple times during the day) I stop and decide if what’s happening is really worth a damn, or do I just let it go. I’m finding that there is more in my life that I can let go.
Finding inspiration can be more difficult than finding time, but I’m realizing that letting go is an inspiration. With a clear mind and less stress it’s easier to be creative. There is no anxiety in what I’m doing right now.
I’ve always been that person to offer my help, to jump in where needed. The only problem with that is then you’re always needed for something. It’s okay to let others do it. I just remind myself that it frees me up, and I’m finding my “extra” time amazing.
So yes, I still give a damn about a lot of things, but the things that I don’t need to – well, that damn has busted!

Time To Get Back On Track

Back on track2

For the past year I have just survived. I wasn’t living. I was putting everyone and everything first and myself fourth, fifth (or further down the list depending on what was going on).
I became angry at people, because they were living their lives and I wasn’t. I should have been angry with myself, but I was just too tired.
The other day I was bothered by someone’s actions when I realized that they were acting like me. I was looking in a mirror and I didn’t like the reflection that I saw.
Also, I met someone who just by being themselves made me want to be the person that I’m supposed to be. Have you ever had someone like that in your life? You may not see them every day, but the impression that they left on you was so inspiring that you just couldn’t help but act on it.
Tomorrow I start the Camp NaNoWriMo to get my writing back on track. I’m on my second day of Chalene Johnson’s 30-Day Challenge. And it’s day 16 of my 21-day Manifesting True Success Meditation Experience with Oprah & Deepak.
It’s time to get back on track.