For Everything There is a Season
Have you ever made yourself paranoid and end up scaring yourself? I did this morning.
I have a lot to accomplish today. One of the tasks to do, before setting off on my day, is weed eat around the chicken coop. Mind you, when I weed eat or mow, it is like walking in the woods. I am in my head working on something I want to write and paying absolutely no attention to my surroundings.
Out of the blue, the thought, you might want to watch for a snake, interrupts my head writing. So, paranoia takes over. I step back really paying attention scanning the grass when I feel something brush my leg right above the ankle. I look down and a little over the shoulder. I see something dark, slim, and it moves when I move my foot. SNAKE! I drop the weed eater and take off like an over sugared two-year-old trying to get out of going to bed.
It wasn’t a snake. It was a dried-up old root that flipped up and brushed my leg when I stepped on it.
So, the lesson for today; to everything there is a season. A time to write, a time to think, a time to weed eat, and a time to start working out if I want to outrun a dead tree root.
Tell Me a Story
When we are kids, we ask our parents and grandparents to tell us a story. It is something about hearing their voices bring a character to life we find entertaining and comforting.
Today, the age of the audiobook is here. Not everyone is happy to hold a book in their hand. The audiobook has opened up a world for people who prefer to hear a story. If you think about the evolution of storytelling, it began with people sitting around verbally relaying tales. Then, someone decided to write the stuff down, first on a cave wall then on paper, and now…. Well, we are back to verbally relaying our tales but instead of sitting around the fire telling four people, now millions are listening.
Circle of life people.
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Where We Leave Our Dreams
July 3,
The question today is why did I wait so long to put my stories into print? As a single parent for many years, I focused on taking care of my family. I was thankful for continuing to create stories in my head. That ability helped me deal with the stress of everyday life and made it easier to fall asleep each night by telling myself a story. The desire to write a book remained close to my heart.
It took a while to get here. It may take you a minute to get where you want to be but I say this: Life sometimes make a person lay their dreams to the side. The important thing is remembering where you left them.
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In the Beginning (again)
It has been a while. I did not stop writing. As we all know, there are unexpected things that happen in life that require our attention. For those who do not know me, my name is B.R. Almond.
My first novel, For the Love of D. H. Lawrence, tells the story of retiring female boxer, Jacqueline (Jake) Conner, facing life after leaving a sport she loves and one that saved her sanity. Life drastically changes and sets off a chain of event where she experiences falling in love for the first time and coming to terms with a past threatening her existence and the life of her younger sister.
For the Love of D. H. Lawrence is available in print and will soon be available via eBook.
Stay tune, I’ve walked a hundred miles (or so it seems) in the woods and am currently working on a new exciting novel.
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