I’m a lot of things every day.
A wife.
A mother.
A sister. A daughter.
Housekeeper. Doctor. Therapist. Advocate. Chef. Chauffeur.
But at night. The house gets quiet.
I turn on my music.
I open my word processor.
New worlds. New people. Mayhem. Romance.
It’s where I lose myself.
Where I vent frustration.
Where I find part of my bliss.
I’m a writer.
All taken w/ Canon Rebel XTi.
This week Indiana suffered through the Icepocalypse. Not much chance to get out and do anything – but I did get a few decent pictures.
Clustered
Flower Popsicles
Cold Grill
Caged
Green Long Gone
Hope Dashed
*Love the juxtaposition of the fresh grown buds completely frozen over.
Frozen
*This is our street. Not a lake. Our street.
See more of my favorite photos over at my flickr account.
That’s all for this week. Head on over to Lotus‘ digs to see more!!
It was over a decade ago. What did it matter now?
Long buried secret was hurting no one but her. To reveal it would complicate so much.
But she was tired of carrying it. It made her feel ashamed. Weak.
Hiding in a shell like she always had.
The truth will set you free.
But what honor is there in causing turmoil to rid yourself of burden? One that might be best born alone.
Silence has its price too.
There is no easy answer. No easy out.
Not for the good. Not for the wicked.
Only your heart can lead.
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Today.
Today I’m feeling a crackle of fire.
The spark started a couple weeks ago.
I was setting a daily schedule (that went by the wayside during the storm – restarting on Monday). Despite my inherent hatred of mornings – I was getting used to the 6AM pattern. Waking up, making breakfast & lunch for Archie and Riley. Sending them both off, doing a little of my personal morning routine. Sending off Brandon to school. Finishing my morning and getting started on my day with Angel. Getting chores actually completed.
This week has been off due to the inches of ice (we estimate there is 3 inches on the top of our truck).
But today there is a definite flaring of the fire that’s been smoldering. This isn’t forced. This is real. I’ve been writing (a LOT), I got good news on my manuscript, I’m getting my hair cut and colored tomorrow, and I have a few other things to look forward to in the near future.
It feels good to be in a good place again.
I’m not out of the woods, but the sun is shining through the trees. That is definitely good.
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P.S. I signed up for NaBloPoMo again in February. They have a theme “character”, but I probably won’t follow it too close. I am severely disappointed in the lack of posts (period, not to mention their quality) in December and January and wanted to challenge myself right back into the game. Wish me luck 😀
It is the man, and not the king, I love. ~Lady Catherine Gordon
Sandra Worth, captivated by one powerful 10-word statement has crafted a compelling novel that you’ll find impossible to put down.
In 1497 the Tudor line has wrested the throne away from the Plantagenet line. King Henry VII will stop at nothing to secure the Kingdom for his line. The news of the survival of Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York, the son of King Edward and next in line for the throne threatens the very crown on his head. For this reason alone, he will do all in his power to stop the young fledgling king from succeeding in proving his claim.
Lady Catherine Gordon, however, is young and very in love with her husband. Never does she dream what trying to gain a throne that belongs to her husband would destroy every bit of the world she knows.
Sandra Worth follows the story of this young, sometimes naive young woman into the depths of a darkness unimaginable. Through it all, Catherine never stops hoping, never stops loving, never stops using her strength and intelligence to keep herself alive, and free of a king’s affections.
Weaving the depth of research, and creating a character with a soul so deep and rich that you feel like this is a woman you would like to have as your friend. Catherine manages to stand tall in a world crashing against her, humiliating her and her husband, but that leaves her with brief bursts of joy.
After Richard (or “The Pretender” as Henry VII calls him) is executed, Catherine lives in mourning. For the loss of her husband, and the son that was ripped from her arms. Carrying this mourning with her, she still manages to fight off the advances of a King, and form friendships in a world that seems so against her.
Despite endless tragedy, Catherine never stops holding her head up. She has her innocence ripped from her, but not her pride. She never abandons hope, or love.
You will want to know her.
You’ll be glad that Sandra used the power of her words, her skill at weaving a story, to take that one 10 word phrase and bring to life this long forgotten character.
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*I was given a copy of this book for free to review, but my opinions are my own.
