To Lean or Not to Lean – Calculating the Price


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Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

My Way was Frank Sinatra’s theme song. The singer was the quintessential man’s man, who lived his life to the max, full out, few limits. Sheryl Sandberg‘s  new book, Lean In, is stirring controversy by suggesting that women too can have it that way if they can counteract their impulse to back off and lean in instead.

Remember the movie, “What Women Want?”  Helen Hunt was trying to climb the corporate ladder and Mel Gibson was determined to undermine her.  It was an interesting treatment of a question that probably has as many answers as there are women to answer them. The question really shouldn’t be what do women want, but:  What do you as a woman want?

And really isn’t that the point. Each woman  should be fully able to choose. If that means 70-80 hour weeks and corporate success, that should be fine.  If that means a different balance of work and family, that should be equally fine.  The choice should be there.  And each woman should get to make her own, decide if or how far to lean, for some really good reasons.

I have come to love the incredibly flawed character, Mr. Gold, in Once Upon a Time. He always reminds us, “Magic comes with a Price.” I would like to modify that just a bit for this occasion to “Life comes with a Price.”

Time at work takes time from home but can bring advancement.  Price: Missing out on kid time, spouse time, or personal time. Time at home keeps the home fires burning, but too much time away from work leaves questions of commitment. Price: Impacts on promotion or prestige. The choices that are made have costs and the women who make them, and their families, are the ones who pay them.  So they have to do it their way.

Can there be a balance? To be able to lean far the counterbalancing weight of family can need to be well calibrated. Can we have it all:  Great marriages, well-adjusted high-achieving children, supercharged careers? Lean too far, too long, and you can lose equilibrium, tip over, lose friends, alienate family.

Or does it have to be all or nothing? Can you just lean at a 10 degree angle or must it be 45? Can leaning have a throttle and adjust to the occasion? I think that may depend on the woman, her family, and the company.  And again the answers probably vary…this is not a one size fits all question.  Leaning in might be a lot like walking a high wire, striking a balance may be the key, and contingent on multiple factors that sometimes change.

I haven’t worked in the corporate world, rather in non-profits, but the culture in my last agency supported educational opportunities and gave people opportunities for advancement.  Working in that world was one of the choices I made. It fit for me. But I know my choice came with a price, at times, for my family.

And also with payments. Looking back I know it was the right choice.  I did not make a corporate salary though I did rise to the top of my agency and I was recognized in my field. More important to me, I got to do meaningful work, develop programs that still continue, and experience fulfillment and achievement. My work was a calling. On balance I think it made me a better person, a better mother, and a better wife.

All our choices have trade offs. The trade off on the bigger life choices comes in hunks of our lives. What are they worth to you? What can you trade them for without regret? What do you need to get back for them to feel the trade was worth it?

So to lean or not to lean, that is the question. Only you can answer it for yourself. Weigh it out, pluses and minuses, count the costs, calculate the price. When in doubt remember some calculations may be right for your head but not your heart. Trust yourself. Then chart your course, and do it your way. I know you can. You know how to calculate priceless.

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To See the Face of God


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Take my hand
And lead me to salvation
Take my love
For love is everlasting
And remember
The truth that once was spoken
To love another person
Is to see the face of God.

Herbert Kretzmer‘s lyric based on Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

So here I am on a beautiful, warm, spring Sunday sitting inside with a miserable cold. Having just watched a rerun of the movie Ghost, I  am now watching PBS‘ telecast of the 25th Anniversary concert of “Les Mis.”  I missed church today, but watching this and listening to its redemptive message will be worship enough, I think.

Les Miserables 25th anniversary concert at the...

Les Miserables 25th anniversary concert at the O2 Arena London (Photo credit: Nikonmania)

Now I don’t think everyone listens to this musical as if it were a theological lesson, but you can.  Hugo himself analyzed it like this: “The book is, from one end to the other… a progress from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from falsehood to truth, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from corruption to life; from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God.”

My husband keeps talking about using it for a teaching class. For him it is the perfect vehicle to experience the difference between the God of the law and judgement, as represented by Javert, and the God of Grace, represented first by the Bishop, and later by Valjean as he redeems Fantine and Cossette, and thereby himself.

For me Les Mis is a spiritual lesson on grace, but equally a representation of the everlasting nature of love. Somehow, coincidentally, my day has really fit together.  Sam Wheat said it well in Ghost. As he leaves for the light of heaven, he tells his lost love, “It’s amazing, Molly, the love inside, you take it with you.”

When my mother died, I struggled with my loss of her.  I will never be able to fully explain it or completely understand it, but I had an experience that made things better. I share it and you can make of it what you will.

I was in bed praying for her and for myself. At some point in my anguish I felt like I screamed, “Mom.”  This was not out loud, but it felt like it came from the depths of my soul. And then comes the part I will have to ask you to accept, or leave, on your own terms. For then, in a way I cannot explain, I felt my mother’s love envelope me.  And I knew peace.

Whatever it was, I knew love really does live on. Hugo was right. My mom, like Sam, has taken her love with her, though she also left it behind with me. And like Valjean, I believe her love has let her see the face of God.

So today my wish for you is for the blessing of love, and that you use it to join the people “climbing to the light.” Look around.  Through the eyes of love, the face of God is everywhere.

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I Like You Just the Way You Are – A Lesson from Mr. Rogers


Mister Rogers' Neighborhood

Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“It’s you I like,
It’s not the things you wear,
It’s not the way you do your hair–
But it’s you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you–
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys–
They’re just beside you.

But it’s you I like–
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you’ll remember
Even when you’re feeling blue
That it’s you I like,
It’s you yourself,
It’s you, it’s you I like.”

by Fred Rogers

Forty five years ago on February 19, 1968, Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood debuted. Ten years ago on February 27th, Mr. Rogers left our neighborhood forever. With him went one of the best champions of children, and an advocate for a kinder way of being.

Hand-made sweater worn by Fred Rogers, on disp...

Hand-made sweater worn by Fred Rogers, on display in the Smithsonian Institution’s Museum of American History. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The first time I saw Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood I was a bit surprised, I admit.  After the razzle dazzle of Sesame Street, there was this slow-paced show with a low tech set and impossibly gentle man putting on what my mother would have called ‘play clothes,’ his sweater and sneakers. At first I found the show sweet, but a little sappy.  It took my children to convince me. They watched Big Bird and Cookie Monster while they played. But when Mr. Rogers came on, they stopped, sat down, and hung on his words, even my moderately hyper-active son.

I think at first I thought the kind man was Fred Rogers’  TV persona. No one in my acquaintance was that mild mannered.  But he was.  In fact he is noted for having said, “One of the greatest gifts you can give anybody is the gift of your honest self. I also believe that kids can spot a phony a mile away.” And kids knew that about him.  They knew he was real, just like he knew them, what they feared, what made them mad or sad.  And he spoke in ways that affirmed their abilities while he assured them that, no matter what, he always liked them just the way they were.

Last week I wrote on affirmations and it occurred to me that was what Mr. Roger’s Show was all about. He believed in the best in our kids, and in the best of us, and he made us believe in us.

When I was a social worker, one of my most powerful tools was something I called Positive Attribution. Part of my job was to help people change their lives and redefine themselves. I would interpret who they thought they were in the best possible way, present that picture to them, and help them see themselves in that light.

Most of the time they began to live up to that picture, instead of down to the expectations of their critical spouses, disapproving parents, or abusive partners. I found out in living color what Fred Rogers showed me in black and white. People need approval like children need to be cared for, like plants need light and water… in order to survive. And if I could believe their marriage would make it, or that their lives could change, then they  could too.

I think part of my approach came from what I had absorbed from Mr. Rogers while he talked to my children.  Another part came from a saying I came upon once that has served as an anchor for me in my work and my life: “I met someone who said I had to change, and I didn’t change. I met someone who said, ‘I like you just the way you are,’ and then I changed.”

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English: Mr. Rogers Neighborhood at Idlewild and Soak Zone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I don’t know if Mr. Rogers also read that quote, but I do know he lived it. So in honor of that sentiment and this gentle man, I want you to know I do like you just the way you are. You can be who you want to be, your honest self. It will be a gift to all who know you. Believe it. Believe in yourselves. It truly is a beautiful day in your neighborhood, a great day to be alive…especially when you’re wearing your play clothes.

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I’m Glad You’re Alive – On Affirmations and Literature


stumble-and-danceIf you wanna hear my story,
Then settle back and just sit tight,
While I start reviewin’
The attitude of doin’ right!

You’ve got to accentuate the positive,
Eliminate the negative,
Latch on to the affirmative and
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between!

Accentuate the Positive” by Johnny Mercer

affirmed-womanIn my social work years I attended a workshop where one activity made use of Jean Isley Clarke’s work on the affirmations needed for healthy development.  Ms. Clarke wrote Growing Up Again with Connie Dawson defining these Stages of Childhood: Becoming, Pregnancy to 6 Months; Being, 6 Months to 18 Months; Doing, 18 Months to Age 3: Thinking, 3 – 6; Identity and Power, 6 -12; Skill and Structure, 12 – 19; and Adulthood: Integration and Regeneration and the positive messages needed at every stage for growth. Working with people to reintegrate missed affirmations, we were told, could help those adults who had not been given these messages of support from their parents during their childhood.

affirmationsThe workshop leader gave out Ms. Clarke’s Affirmations. We were to select one. Then the participants formed two circles, one inside the other, facing inward. The people in the outside circle were to lean into the ear of the person in front of them in the inner circle and repeat the affirmation they had selected. Soft music played. Then they were to move round the circle repeating their chosen affirmation to the next person, then the next.

At first I was in the outer circle. The affirmation I selected was, “You can know who you are and you can be independent.” It was a teen affirmation, and fit what I often said to the women in the domestic violence survivor’s group I led at the time. I liked repeating it. It echoed with liberation.

baby-499976_1920-copy-2Then, it was my turn to move into the inner circle. People began to whisper their chosen affirmation into my ear. I liked all the affirmations, but was surprised by my reaction to one affirmation several people chose from the earliest stage, the stage of Becoming: “I’m Glad You’re Alive.”

It was stunning.  The first time I heard it I think I caught my breath, almost overwhelmed by the power of that phrase. I couldn’t see who said it. A few more people went around the circle and then I heard it again.  “I’m glad you’re alive!”   It echoed with love and hope.

Erik Erikson said, “Hope is both the earliest and the most indispensable virtue inherent in the state of being alive. If life is to be sustained hope must remain.”  I completely agree. The lesson I learned from that workshop has stayed with me to this day.  We all need to know meaning, love, and hope.

man affirmationEvery day I worked as a social worker I met those who were starved to know them, and would stay in abusive situations on the chance that someday they would have them. Without them, all too often, people chase after the nearest imitations.  For some that is power, or money, drugs, or sex. But substitutions are temporary, empty, and leave the soul still searching.

For me one thing that separates good books from great ones is how they show our human struggle with our drive to fill these needs.  In my favorites the heroes may chase imitations for a while, but ultimately they find their way to the genuine, and often help others find the way as well. So another secret about me revealed.  I am a hopeless romantic who likes to read about struggle but loves a happy ending.

In The Call my most flawed character has been a villain in the past and has hated himself for it.  He was lost.  But ultimately he is found because a healer named Misha offers him forgiveness and hope. If I ever get published perhaps you will get to meet him! But for now I am just glad you have found my blog worthwhile enough to have read to this point!  And while I do not know all of you well or personally I want to say to each of you, the world has a need for you, a place only you can fill, and I am glad that you’re alive to fill it.

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Learning to Wait – On Being Still


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Learn to be still..

There are so many contradictions
In all these messages we send
(we keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in? Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will –  Learn to be still
Learn to be still
Partial lyrics by Don Henly/Glenn Frye The Eagles

My sister-in-law has a great picture in her kitchen of a canon with flowers exploding from it that says in big letters:  Give me Patience….NOW!!!  My basic nature is not patient… though I have learned to be better at it. I grew up in a family where passions ran on full throttle! But you can’t be a therapist or learn how to meditate without first learning to be comfortable with silence and with waiting. So at this point in my life I usually can be good about letting go and just trusting that things will happen when they are meant to happen.

But I admit I felt like the proverbial cat perched out on our genuinely tin roof after I sent off my query letter last Sunday night. By Monday, once I came home from work, I kept myself busy by reading posts on Chuck Sambuchino’s blog, Writer Unboxed.  He is the editor of the Guide to Literary Agents (2013, 2012, 2011….) and works for Publisher’s Marketplace.

And after reviewing some of his posts including a really great one on how to write a novel synopsis, and some on platforms, I felt like I had done a lot right.  My book has had beta readers. It’s pretty polished. It’s grammatically correct….and the feedback I’ve gotten has been good. Chuck went so far as to say a writer who didn’t do a platform and wasn’t searchable on Google wasn’t ready to be published. This platform, my blog, seems to be drawing more and more readers, so… ok so good so far I kept reassuring myself.

And I really believed I had picked an agent who would LOVE The Call but by Tuesday I was getting queasy whenever I checked my e-mail. And that’s what Chuck suggested, checking e-mail, oh, wait, did he say once a day?  Not once every 10 minutes?  So I made myself stop and breathe, and began to listen to music and do some other things while getting ready to drive back from Raleigh to Edenton.

One of the good things about my choice of agent for my very first query letter was that while she did not accept a synopsis or any sample pages she did promise to get back on a query in a week to ten days. So I wouldn’t be on pins and needles long. Still, imagine my surprise when I checked again late Tuesday afternoon to find my first rejection had been delivered. No fanfare. Form letter sent.  So much for the perfect choice I thought I had made! No long drawn out death…but bang “your novel is not a good match to our interests at this time.”

Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday Afternoon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Moody Blues sing in my head:  “Tuesday afternoon… Something calls to me, I have to find out why, The gentle voices I hear, Explain it all with a sigh…

Learn to be still…

So where am I now? Despite my nerves in anticipation of getting a rejection what surprises me is just how ok I am over this. Perhaps that is because the actuality was less intense than the anticipation of it. I don’t know. Or maybe it is because I really have “learned how to be abased and how to abound…or learned in whatsoever state I am in to be content.” I’d like to think so ….or at least for this moment.  We need the peace of stillness. We need the healing of peace. And no doubt this was just the first of what will be many rejections.

Yet at the same time being still is a blessing, sitting still and doing nothing is not. So, I plan to regroup. I know I’ll rebound. And I will finish my synopsis and start again. “Tuesday afternoon…I’m just beginning to see, now I’m on my way, It doesn’t matter to me, chasing the clouds away…”

Hopefully when I send my next query I’ll have many fewer nerves a jangle.  That next time I want to believe, as the Eagles say it…It will be “just another day in Paradise.”  Hopefully I’ll have better luck! Until then, I’ll keep practicing patience, until I get it right.

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Taking the Risk – On Writing and…Sending Query Letters


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“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.” Audre Lord

I spent more than a year researching before I wrote one word of The Call. Then I wrote the Prologue in less than an hour.  Then some months went by and I began Chapter One. In fits and starts I finished. Some chapters took hours, some weeks. Much is rewritten, all has been edited and reedited to a honed and polished work after critique by my writing partner, my wonderful copywriter sister-in-law, and suggestions by my fellow authors in the Wordsmiths Writers group. But since last June I have languished and avoided finishing my query.

Oh, I researched agents, narrowed down selections, and wrote several versions of letters targeted to those I liked best.  And I searched for tips on writing the best queries on blogs, Writer’s Digest, Publisher’s Market, and through Google.  I have read innumerable queries that worked and sold the book they were about. But none seemed a match for me or my book. So… I sent nothing.  

Query writing is the art of  ‘the hook,’  the turn of the catchy phrase for the cover blurb. I have a 374 page manuscript that has to be reduced to a marketable quip that will excite an agent to the possibilities of selling The Call,  and interest potential readers enough to buy the book. No small challenge in itself.

A thousand questions arise. What is critical? What can be omitted and still capture the book’s nuances. You see it also has to be more than a sales pitch. In that one page the agent must get the flavor of my writing style.  Tough to do. Certainly for me.

My style involves crafting an elegant phrase, but also building excitement and tension for the reader to the “I have to stay up into the night and finish this page, this chapter” kind of read.  I have tried to take Stephen King’s suggestions in “On Writing,” very seriously.

And I have one superstition, one fear hanging over my head.  My whole life long I have always excelled the very first time I attempted anything.  My first backflip was a perfect arc into the water when challenged by someone who said I couldn’t do one. Luckily for me he didn’t stay to watch the next 50 bellyflops.  I got the first scholarship I tested for. I got into the first college I sent an application. The first short story I entered into a contest was published.  Firsts are where I excel, but it is like I use up every last bit of luck I might have in that first attempt. Then many belly flops remain!  So my first query letter looms in importance to me.  I need to get it right.

John Paul Jones (film)

John Paul Jones (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But John Paul Jones once said, “It seems to be a law of nature, inflexible and inexorable, that those who will not risk cannot win.”  Of course he is most famous for saying “I have not yet begun to fight.”  I agree with both sentiments.

You might guess that I am a ‘recovering perfectionist’  who learned through writing grants on deadlines that you get to a point where good enough must do. Jones is right. If I don’t send my query, I will never win an agent.

So…..today’s the day.  I promise. I am sending it. I think I have found the perfect person…whose self-described interests seem an ideal match for my book and for me. Will my selected first agent “hear the call” in it and ask for more, and fall in love with my book, and…..    We’ll see.

Stay tuned….I’ll keep you posted. And I will mumble a prayer not to go down with my ship when I hit send.  Anyone have a lucky rabbit’s foot handy?

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Sharing Truth – On Love and Friendship


puzzle-1152792_1920-copy-2“Emerson said ‘Do you love me’ means ‘Do you see the truth I see?’  Or at least,” C.S. Lewis added, “do you care about that truth as I do.”

I only recently tripped upon this quote from Lewis’ The Four Loves, though he is one of my favorite writers. cover-of-four-loves-copyDo you have moments when reading a book, or even just a sentence, crystallizes an idea or brings something in your life into such sharp focus that it is like you understand it for the first time? This sentence was one of those ‘ah ha’ life perspective moments. It made me think. And like many thoughts, it wasn’t totally a brand new perspective, more a clarifying confirmation.

You see Doug and I fell in love this way. And my husband, the son of an F.B.I. Special Agent, asked me that question…and a lot of others. Part of how we fell in love was by a discussion of what ‘truth’ was to each of us.

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English: The photographer’s wedding ring and its heart-shaped shadow in a dictionary. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Our love story is an enduring one, a very happy one, and probably a different one. I’m not sure. Tolstoy said, “Happy families are all alike, every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” I wonder if that is true for marriages. Do happy marriages have at root something held in common?  I am sure not everyone falls in love by spending hours discussing the meaning of life,  but to have a marriage that lasts perhaps a couple must have a shared definition of what will make their lives meaningful.

eye-of-the-world            The best explanation of this may come from another quote by C.S. Lewis, “Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even…’vision’…which others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”

You see Lewis found Friendship to be one of the Four loves. Philios. And Doug is not only my husband. He is my best friend. Those hours of discussion as we fell in love were full of ‘you too’ moments.

We met at the International Club at the University of Buffalo. The first time was also Doug’s birthday.  He came to meet a friend and ended up meeting me.  He was interested. He says he knew from the first minute he was going to marry me. I didn’t.  At least not until we met for the second time.

bagpiper-copyWe come from such opposite experiences. Doug is from the quintessential American family: WASP, Scots English with a wild Irishman or two and a French Huguenot thrown in, related to John Adams and General Jubal Early, and having a grandmother in the D.A.R.  I am ethnic, 100% Polish, was Catholic, the granddaughter of immigrants who didn’t come to America until the early 1900s. Doug’s family was Leave It To Beaver, mine The War of the Roses.

But despite our seemingly insurmountable differences, what we shared was more important. Both of us felt out-of-place in the world; we marched to the beat of a different drum, a different truth. don-quixote-copyMore important it was the same truth: that the two of us felt we were put into the world to try to leave it a better place, that God had a purpose for us, a call to reach out to others, and we wanted to live it.  To Dream the Impossible Dream… together.

The reality is we fulfill that call in often different ways, individually and together.  He is a minister. I am a social worker and teacher. We are both good counselors. He reads philosophy and theology.  I read novels and epic fantasy. We both read essays. He is a computer nut while I love gardening and cooking. (Well, he does love eating!) He won me over by playing the guitar and singing, I wooed him by letting him read my poetry. But both of us have an inner compass that points to the same truth.  That truth, and our shared beliefs, has been the star that has led us.

love-universe-copyOn the second day we spent together we discussed the meaning of life, and we knew in that moment we would spend our lives together. It has always seemed miraculous. It was certainly powerful, intense, and virtually instantaneous. And we both felt it was something ordained to be, a part of God’s plan for us, but not something easily understood by anyone other than us. At least I thought that until I read Lewis’ quote.  Certainly he and J.R.R. Tolkien found shared truth in their friendship, in their writing, in their faith, and as “fellow travelers” on their life journeys.

Friendship love and truth

Friendship love and truth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So if you have read this far at least some of this must make sense to you as it does for me, whether about the loves or friendships in your lives.  For those of you who haven’t read this book, I’ll close with a final quote from The Four Loves: “Friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauty of the other.” If you are one of my friends, I thank you for sharing your beauty with me. If you are an as yet unmet acquaintance, this may be the moment we discover a shared truth. And for all of you reading this, I wish that in the year ahead you find friendship and love, shared truth and blessings.

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Rock, Paper, Scissors – To e-publish, self-publish, or…


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“When we read a book, the faint smell of paper is picked up by the brain. The perception of smell triggers the limbic system…connected not just with smell but also with our memory and emotions. If you’re an avid reader who finds reading books to be a way to shred stress…just the smell of books starts to make you feel more relaxed.”  www.themissingword.blogspot.com posted by ML Ware

Psychologists tell us that powerful memories are often associated with smell. Turkey roasting in the oven on Thanksgiving, coming home and smelling dinner, baking bread or apple pie. Instant hunger. If I think about it I can smell my grandmother coming out of her bath in a cloud of Cashmere Bouquet, or my mother’s perfume as she leaned over to kiss me goodnight. She smelled like lillies of the valley.

I love books. I love the smell of books. And I love libraries…they have their own unique smells and ambiance. But there is so much more to books then just the smell: trolling book stores, the wait to find one by a favorite author, the anticipation of first opening it, adjusting the pillows and sinking into the soft cushions of our loveseat, the feel of the paper, smooth or pebbly, the whisper of the turning pages.  Ahhhhhh…..

I have a kindle and now a mini-ipad, but there is nothing that beats a real book.

So imagine a book of my own.  The first time I printed the manuscript of The Call and put it into a binder and held it in my hands, my dream made real and tangible, I cried. Soupy I know. But I barely had a moment to enjoy finishing it before I had any number of people tell me to “just do an e-book and sell it on Amazon.”

“But I want a book…” I try to explain.

“Books are almost over,” they respond. “Soon they’ll be extinct like records, even cds, we live in an electronic download world.”

“But I want paper…something I can touch. You know a A BOOK!”

“Books are like dinosaurs and getting one published about as hard as it gets.”

“You’re wrong,” I push back, “The Wall Street Journal just published an article called ‘Don’t burn your books, Print is here to stay.’ Books will never go extinct.”

“So then self-publish,” is their retort. “Fewer and fewer books are going to get published. Why take the hastle of chasing agents and hoping they’ll sell some publisher on your book. Just do it yourself.”

It’s like I’m in this big mental game of rock, paper, scissors. Ebooks are the rock tripping up the world of publishing and looking more and more like a giant glacial boulder.

Ok, if you want paper, then self-publish.  Paper covers rock.  Well, maybe.

But it feels to me like self-publishing is the thinnest, smallest paper, and requires money (which I don’t have), an effective self-developed marketing plan, (which I don’t have) and even more self-promotion skills, so lots of time. (which I don’t have.)  I can see it working in some instances. The Shack is a mega-seller that started self-published.  And a new writer at Wordsmiths, my writer’s group, has a great plan. I can see him succeeding brilliantly.

So someday, perhaps, I might go that way. But I have always wanted to have it all:  an agent, a publisher, an editor.  I know it is next to impossible and growing harder by the minute to be published, but I can’t help it…I still want it. I want a book, and I want the confirmation that a real agent and a real editor think The Call is worth being a book.

So, an agent and an editor, two blades of a pair of scissors that for now at least cut paper.

Rock, paper, scissors…Ink!  Round and round, I go. Others will choose what is right for them,  but for now, for me, …back to my query letters.

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Epiphany – Only a Star


Today is the Twelfth Day of Christmas and this is my Epiphany. A poem for my friends……

 It

 Was

Only a

 Star, a tiny diamond

Twinkling, just twinkling, but a beacon in the deep sapphire sky.

Fearless, it illuminated the stable, pointing the path

 for Wise Men and guiding angels.

Only a star braving the night to light the way.

But where is it now when all is so dark? If we really looked

Could we find it shining still,                its light full of hope? Afterall

it was only a star,                                                                           just an epiphany.

    Only light,                                                                                                                   His light,

His                                                                                                                                                 Star.

Farewell Christmas.  Welcome Wise Men. We need you.

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Just Do It! On New Year’s Resolutions


English: Two New Year's Resolutions postcards

English: Two New Year’s Resolutions postcards (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a…person…made New Year resolutions, s/he would make no resolutions. Unless…someone…starts afresh about things, s/he will certainly do nothing effective.”  G.K. Chesterton

Did you make a (or even several) New Years‘ resolution/s?  Of course given all we have eaten over the holidays, the one most of us start with is to lose weight – that is the perennial one many make…and break! But did you do any besides that one?  Still keeping them? I have my favorites that also tend to recycle, some of which I have accomplished and some of which I have barely gotten to. For example I finally succeeded at moving to North Carolina and writing my book – but exercising more starts strong then peters out, as does being on time, or spending more time walking, biking, or meditating!

As a child and young adult I tended to see things like Chesterton. I felt like the New Year was almost magical in its ability to let us start over, and that it was the next best thing to an obligation to try to remake myself into a better person in it.

This year I decided to rip a page out of Anaïs Nin‘s lifebook.  She said, “I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event.” I want that to be true for me, too. I think it is wise. Most change does not come out of once a year, Saul on the road to Damascus, turning points, though all of us probably have those experiences. For me, at least, most life revisions have come as an evolution springing from my everyday choices.

The final computer-generated Yoda as seen in t...

The final computer-generated Yoda as seen in the film. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And it’s what we do that counts. Not what we say we’ll do, but what we really do. My favorite example of this comes from that great philosopher, Yoda.  (Smile)  Luke keeps failing in his initial attempts to use the force. When he is challenged by Yoda to lift his starship from the sea he half-heartedly agrees, “All right, I’ll give it a try.”  The diminutive Jedi master‘s next words have stuck with me since I first heard them in the 70s. “No. Try not. Do…or do not. There is no try.”

Resolutions are often too much about “trying.” Life is about “doing.”  Trying is often doomed to failure. And while resolutions may be a great starting point, what our world desperately needs is for more of us to finish what we started.

So… do you want to change something in your life or in our world?  Stop trying. Don’t just resolve.  Do.  Whatever it is may only be accomplished one small step at a time, but if that is so, take them. It may not be easy but…just do it. I know you can. And if you can, maybe I can too. Wait…uh oh…perhaps ‘maybe’ is like try.   OK.   I know.  Let’s do it… together.

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