Penny4athought's blog

What I’m feeling seeing my book in print is hard to describe...I’m both amazed and scared that it’s out there, elated that I had the courage to self-publish it, but worried I’ve made a mistake. On the mundane fears, I hope I’ve corrected all typos, and on a little higher concern, I hope someone reads it…even one review would be nice to see…but either way, I do like that I can order an author’s copy - wow author …that’s me? Yes, I suppose it is...

The question today is: Should I self publish my work? But to self publish is not as easy as the power points would have you presume. Recently, I’ve been contemplating uploading some of my work to the (KDP) Amazon’s kindle site, but as I researched this, I found a lot of different information about what you might want to, or need to, do first. Apparently, there are many areas I hadn’t thought about, for example: Is it wise to be a sole proprietor...

The weather channel has been a big part of my day for over a week now, Dorian is just now approaching my area and thankfully it is farther off shore than they had first said. I am inland so we should be fine but this time of worrying… for so many days…stocking up in fear of having no power… and the worry if there would be any open stores after it ends. This was considerably more upsetting than in hurricane threats of years past . If something...

Dusk is setting in and the low light of sunset is blanketing the grass with shadows and patches of last light…Day is ending and night is falling and in this moment between light and dark…I sit in quiet contemplation… reflecting on all the issues of my day….but I don’t battle the problems…I let them simmer…pausing to see what answers may come. I have always been a night bird…the pace of morning exhausts me with rush hour and work day demands and...

I have not been blessed this week with the art of literary creation. I have been staring at blank pages for far too long…and too many hours…to feel content with my day. Why? What causes this lack of concentration…This ebb from imagination to flat line? I’ve only an empty room and humming keyboard responding…no answer forth coming. It is frustrating. I know the story is there and the next chapter on the verge of birth but...here…just on the...

It was the daisy that held my attention and I’m not sure why…it was buttercup yellow and the sight of it…one lone daisy waving to me in a field of grass…made me sad, it was all alone… and I wanted to plant it a family. Strange musings over my first cup of coffee I thought…but that was the view out my back door and it had captured my imagination regarding flowers and feelings. So I wrote on my grocery list: “buy some plant seeds.” I was going to...

I have taken the very difficult step of sending my work out to publishers – a big change for me…and now I am playing the waiting game…and I realized...although I am usually very optimistic in much of my life I'm not very optimistic in this part of me. I do love to write…and I will always love to write but to think it could be published??? Not sure about that…and now I wonder…should I have sent my story in at all? Was it ready? Maybe I should...

The night air is chilled but the climb up the ladder is thrilling…as I lift the skylight’s heavy cover and push it carefully off the opening… I feel the freedom in the first breath of night air as I lift myself up onto the edge...and out onto the roof top...I am immediately thrust into a magical place as I stare into the deep, quiet darkness filled with starlight above and street lights below. It is a world beyond the normal, a world where...

Its been too long since I’ve taken to my keyboard to let loose my thoughts...but thoughts are like that sometimes...they just refuse to be captured…written…studied...or even understood in quick simple musings. Probably due to the fact, I've been living my days in record speed...long hours at work…and longer hours at mundane household tasks… but my imagination has not rested during these quick silver days…it has just been quietly gathering...

If a writer’s heart beats within me…I’m certainly feeling its rhythm today. Words are warring in my head as I puzzle over a new chapter…but it isn’t annoying…for me...it’s an adventure. Creating the events unfolding in my mind…giving voices to thoughts…moving characters along in strategic chess moves…all leading up to a powerful ending….hopefully a powerful ending…but that chapter is yet to be written... When I can be one with my thoughts…no...