Almost surreal, the rain continued even as the sun peeked out like a shy little girl. Buttoning up my rain coat, I left the safety of my front door and raced toward the car.
“Can’t you see where you’re going?” a tiny voice asked.
Darn, I tripped over something that seemed more stump than human, yet whatever it was had chastised me! Earnestly looking around for the victim of my haste, I felt a tug at the bottom of my jeans. Continue reading
“Are you sure you want to go?” I ask Violet.
“Oh, yes, the evening sounds delightful,” she answers in her proper English, with a slight quiver to her voice. Violet’s small, hazel eyes beam, the thin white hair on her head moving as if in a breeze as she nods her head.
“Dinner might be enough. You’ve just only been feeling better,” I suggest. Violet and I became friends while she attended my writing classes. We’re a strange combination: she is an 80-year-old widow from New Zealand and works in a New Age city bookstore; I’m married, decades younger, and work in the suburbs.
“I read the book, Violet. It’s a sweet romance, but it’s sad too. I’m not sure the movie…” Continue reading
Right between sensible and fantastical
Ilive my waking life partly in this world of
Darkness and light, but partly Continue reading
Photo thanks to Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)
The outlook is bleak for millions of us as we peer outside our windows. We now live in a gray and white world.
I’m begging for some color. So I go inside to my imagination. Isn’t
that the place we all should enter, when life becomes too monochromatic?
I want sun, no, I NEED sun like the birds and the bees and all the flowers (not) on the trees… Ah ha, I know what I’ll do. Continue reading
Do what you love, the money will follow.
This is a quote I’ve heard many times over the years.
How’s that working for you?
I believed this philosophy starting in college, when I majored in English Lit, even though I was encouraged to study something more lucrative, like accounting or engineering.
Problem was, I couldn’t count, and I didn’t believe in logic.
So I stuck with literature.
Over the years, I’ve followed my love of words by editing and writing for medical journals and textbooks (learned a heck of a lot about radiologic technology, but my salary was x-rayed down to the bare bones).
I tutored high school special ed students, who taught me more than an encyclopedia worth of life’s lessons. But, of course, education is not valued as highly as Wall Street, and my pay checks illuminated that fact of life.
Now I’m office managing an historical society, using my words to protect and promote the importance of preserving our history. Love the job, even though “Non-Profit” means “No Money.”
Photo by Elliot Karlan. Can you find me?
In the past few years, I’ve also followed up on my long-held passion to break out into blogging and publishing my (well-filed) novels.
I am truly doing what I love.
Readers are following me.
But the money?
Not so much.
Does this mean I wish I’d ditched my literary muse, and focused on calculators, spreadsheets, and slide rules?
Not on my life.
So, I’m changing the well-known money quote to a more honest one.
Ready?
“Do What You Love, and a Fulfilled Life Will Follow.
Does this work for you?
Follow the rainbow… not the pot of gold.
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