I grew up always wanting the fairytale life. The whole rags to riches story. The small town girl who moves away to the city to become some highly accomplished and respected woman. To live happily ever after. There were three things my dad did every night religiously when it was just the two of us. He would roll cigarettes, play cribbage and drink coffee. My dad is a very giving man and so, although it was just the two of us, there were always people staying with us. He had an open door policy to anyone who needed a little help, a stepping stone, while they got back on their feet. And, the coffee was always on for those who just needed to chat. At the time, my dad’s best friend, Jim, was our guest. Jim smoked cigars, drank hot chocolate and played crib with my dad every night. During the day, the two of them worked at the mines, just like most of the men in town did. I remember one night I had agreed to play crib with them before bed. It was a small town after all and there really was not anything better to be found for entertainment. I poured dad a coffee and Jim a hot chocolate. It didn’t take long for them to leave me in their dust. They teased me about being “skunked” yet again. The two of them were pretty good at their trash talk let me tell ya. But I took it with grace. Jim took a sip of his hot chocolate and then started to…chew. Dad raised one of his bushy eyebrows and peered at him. “Rach,” Jim said, “not only do you suck at crib, but we need to teach you how to stir.” “I did stir,” I said without looking up from my cards. I had to focus. I had a good hand, but if I didn’t play my cards right, Jim would win the game before I had a chance to count out and pass that dreaded line. “Jim,” my dad said, “What are you chewing on?” I looked up then. “Chocolate,” Jim said as he spit the chunk into the palm of his hand. “What type of hot chocolate is that?” my dad asked him. We all leaned in a little closer to inspect this partially chewed chunk of hot chocolate when Jim dropped it on the table and yelled. “I don’t think it’s chocolate,” I whispered. “The hell it’s not,” Jim yelled at me, “You brat. Why would you put that in my cup?” “Me?” I sat up straight, hand on my chest, insulted that he blamed me. Dad continued to stare at the ‘chocolate’ now on the table. He poked it to roll it over. “Hell,” dad bellowed with laughter, “that’s a mighty big fly Jim.” “No shit,” Jim was angry, “and your daughter put it in my cup.” “Why would she do that?” The amusement in my dad’s voice obvious. “Because,” Jim thought for a moment, “because she’s losing.” I laughed then. I couldn’t help it. “Well, I hadn’t planned on losing when I made you that cup.” Jim was furious. Dad patted Jim on the back, “My daughter is pretty talented old man, but I don’t think she snuck that fly into your cup.” That was the first time I saw a man pout and smile at the same time. Jim sat that way quietly until it was his turn. At the end of his turn he stared at me hard. “You,” he pointed his finger, “are skunked.” “At least I didn’t chew on a fly,” I said under my breath. Before I knew what was happening, Jim had jumped up from his seat and lunged at me. Thankfully my dad was in the way and I ran around the table. Me shrieking, dad laughing, and Jim grunting. I made it to my room safely and they taunted me to come out and play. But, I was happy to be the skunk for the night. I didn’t plant that fly in Jim’s cup. Karma did! (c) Rachel Rennie 2015 As always, thank you for reading and your support.
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You could hardly call it a run. Heck, you could hardly call it a jog. But there were a few moments when my body told me it was time to pick up the pace a little. My first “run” in two years. Yup, TWO years. I hadn’t realized how long it had been until I posted a comment to one of Mr. Crow’s posts. He wrote about how making a plan makes it easier to succeed. I read that post the day of my “run”. The day after I made my plan. The night before I got out my gear so that when I woke in the morning, I could just get ready and go, bleary eyed and all.
I had my music on quietly, because I was on day two of a migraine, and I listened to the thunder still rattling away in the distance. A few lightning bolts scared me, because I was on a trail in a field, but my instincts told me they were too far away to cause me harm, and I kept going. I took a few pictures on my trek that morning. The temperature was just right, it had been much too hot for a few days, the sun was just the right brightness, and the rain was rejuvenating! I couldn’t have been happier. The air even smelled good. No pollution like in the city. But, I have a LONG way to go. In 2013 I was running (jogging) a ten minute mile and this run was a fifteen minute mile. This run, my first in my new town, my first in two years, was a 1.5 mile run. And, overall, I felt pretty good. And, that was just one of the many trails right out my door. I have 25 kilometers of trails to explore! Now, excuse me while I go out for another trek! To pick up new migraine medicine! A shout out and a big thank you to a few people who inspired me to take this first step: My husband for telling me that I can do it, Jeremy Crow for his daily health tips and all around general encouragement and to Matthew Jones for posting on his blog, pictures of the sights on his run.
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Learn more about Along the Way's tour mates HERE. http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share- code/YzE3YzI0YTkzYTJkODQ0ODQxZDUwNTUwMTQ3OTkxOj E1Ng==/?Staying Safe or Surrendering: A Dilemma of Creativity and Spirituality by Rahima Warren Many years ago, I had an awe-inspiring glimpse of the Flow of Divine Creativity. It appeared to me as a cosmic Fountain of Creativity, endlessly flowing upward with an outrageous infinitude of vivid, colorful images: trees, cartoons, volcanoes, tulips, cars, babies, tigers, paintings, skyscrapers, movies, soldiers, roses, stars, drums—everything tumbling upward forever! I saw that what we human creators do is tap into this infinite Fountain, and channel one little stream into manifestation, whether we are a musician or a parent, an architect or a writer, an artist or an engineer. Certainly this is my experience of writing my visionary trilogy, The Star-Seer’s Prophecy. A certain dream character had been haunting me for years. One day, I wrote a short story in my journal about this character, hoping the little story would make him stop bothering me. Ha! I’d tapped into that Fountain and now the Flow was sweeping me away! I could have fought it and tried to get back to my life and my career as a psychotherapist. However, my spiritual path is a path of surrender. Our ego-minds are all about keeping control and staying safe, so any ego-effort to understand or get close to the Divine is doomed to failure. Only by surrendering that ego-control can we open ourselves to the Divine, and to our creativity (which are aspects of the same Flow.) The Divine (however you name it) is not concerned with our staying safe and small, but with our blooming into our full, beautiful, creative selves. If I had ignored this flood of creative inspiration that I had tapped into, I would have stayed in my safe rut, and never discovered the wonders of allowing my creativity full rein (or in my case, reign!), or faced the “growth opportunity” of offering my book to the world. Instead, I surrendered to the passionate outpouring of this character’s story, whose name turned out to be Kyr. With no idea where his story was going, no outline, no plan, I just wrote whatever came through, no matter how dark or brilliant. Kyr’s path is also one of surrender. At first, he has no choice but submit, since he has been born and raised as a slave of the Soul-Drinker, an evil sorcerer-king with vast powers that no one can combat. Then he is rescued and faces a choice: cling to his deathly loyalty to his master, or to take the unknown hard path toward life, love and the Light. Kyr’s journey toward the Light is a journey of surrender. At each step of the way, he has to surrender his old view of who he is and what he deserves, and open more and more to his true nature. I suspect that may be true for all of us, but it is rarely easy. The ego-mind wants to stay with what it knows, no matter how awful, and to stay small, with the illusion that this makes us safe. In Dark Innocence: Book One of my trilogy, there is a scene where Kyr surrenders his pain and remorse to the Goddess. After all these years of rewriting, editing, publishing and now doing my best to let the world know about Kyr’s dark, intense, yet healing and inspiring story, that scene still touches my heart. Contemplation Questions Have you experienced that dilemma between safety and surrender? Does surrender play a role in your spirituality and/or creativity? Have you been “haunted” by an inner character in your dreams or imagination? How have you dealt with him/her? Have you tried letting them tell you their story? I’d love to hear your answers! Please leave a comment, if you are so inspired. About Dark Innocence: In an ancient world of blood sorcery and healing magic, the Soul-Drinker, a vicious necromancer-king, is draining the life from the souls of the people and of the earth itself. Worse yet, he has banished the land's rightful Goddess, and disrupted the Sacred Balance, sending the mortal and divine realms whirling toward destruction. This is a Tag Blog, which hops from blog to blog depending on who is willing to carry the tale. “Damn it,” Yossi slams his ale on the bar. The bartender glances over, eyebrow arched. Yossi rubs his five o’clock shadow thinking hard. Where in the world should he start his search for the German. “Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” a delicate voice asks from behind his left shoulder threatening to interrupt his thoughts. Yossi turns slightly to look over his shoulder. He looks the woman up and down and shakes his head. “No.” He turns back and stares into his ale with intense concentration, showing no interest in the woman. There is no time for fun and games. He has a man to catch. “Thank you sir,” the woman says as she takes her seat. Yossi simply raises his mug to her when a vision hits him. He leans back on his stool, looking up at the imaginary lightbulb shining bright above him. Find the woman, find the man. He has to go to Germany straight away. She would lead him to the German. Anxious to be on the move and determined to make ground, Yossi quickly finishes his ale. He kisses the woman on the cheek, “Thank you miss,” and rushes out the door. At the airport, he catches the first flight to Berlin. ******* Meanwhile, in their London office George and his brother, Thomas, search records looking for any old, semi-retired doctors. Papers strewn across their desks and their computers humming under the strain. “What about we find out who was actually buried there?” “I think it matters not,” Thomas says, exasperated. They had been searching for days already without a lead. “It might,” George protests. “Fine then,” Thomas sighs, “you search for the identity of the woman, I will keep looking for the old man.” Thomas is surprised at how well the government faked the death of Von Schumann. His uncle always spoke of conspiracy theories and this was further proof that a conspiracy was indeed in play. George smiles. He could always convince his brother to let him do what he wanted. However, deep down, he believed that there was a connection between the woman who was buried and the man who should have been. ******* Rebecca grabs her duffel bag by the door and slings it over her shoulder. “Where are you going?” von Schumann beckons from the study. Rebecca drops the bag with an oomph and makes her way to the study. “Funny,” von Schumann doesn’t look up from the documents on his desk, “you can be quiet as a mouse, but sometimes, usually when you have something on your mind, you are loud and clumsy.” Rebecca sighs. She forgets sometimes to keep her emotions in check and remember that she is a spy. One of the best Berlin has ever seen actually. But she’s worried. It has been days since she’s heard form Hans and he always checks in. The last she had heard from him was when he boarded the boat. He told her that a shadow hunter was trailing him. But, Hans, he was stealthier than any Shadow Hunter. “Where are you going Becca?” “I’m going to find Hans.” She places her hand on the back of the chair. “You will not,” von Schumann bellows as he looks up at her, “Hans is capable of handling the hunter on his own.” Rebecca huffs, about to protest. Before she has a chance, von Schumann says, “The last thing I need is for both of you to be hunted.” “You’re right,” she says, “Hans can handle it on his own.” “I hear a but.” von Schuman tilts his head and peers at her above the rim of his glasses, “What is it Becca?” “I don’t think we were alone at the graveyard that night Doctor.” “Someone else?” he frowns, “How many people are involved in this?” “Not a person. But I don't think we were alone.” “Scheisse .” von Schumann waves his hand and dismisses her. Rebecca nods, taking her cue, and leaves the study. She grabs her duffel bag and makes her way back to the graveyard to investigate further. Anyone who thinks they have what it takes to carry this story through the next part, simply comment below. First person to comment that they would like to continue the story, has ONE WEEK to post the next part to their own blog. Interview with Rahima Warren, Author of The Star-Seer’s Prophecy, a fantasy trilogy How did this story come to you? I am still puzzled by where this story and its hero came from. It certainly did not come from my life experience. All I know is that I had a character similar to the protagonist of The Star-Seer’s Prophecy in my dreams and fantasies since I was a child. I have no idea where he came from, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept showing up, over and over. Partly inspired by my curiosity about him, I studied dreamwork, and became a psychotherapist. I found that Carl Jung’s work with dreams and archetypes most helpful. I did dreamwork and wrote dialogs with this inner character, and tried to analyze what part of my psyche he is, or what archetype he represents. No matter what I did, he kept on lurking around. Finally, one day, I wrote a short story in my journal, hoping that he would be satisfied and go away. Big mistake! That little story opened the floodgates. This character, whose name turned out to be Kyr, had quite a journey to go on. The only way he could do it was to take over my life and turn me into a writer. When those floodgates opened, a rush of intense, exciting creative energy poured forth. I surrendered to the current and it swept me along. I had no plan. I just went with the flow and wrote what Kyr showed me. His story started out so dark that I was sure I would never show it to anyone, ever! But writing his story was my secret passion— and it was the only way I could find out what happened next. After decades of personal growth work; after becoming a transpersonal counselor and working with clients for twenty years; and becoming an Expressive Arts therapist, I’d learned to trust the creative process and my soul’s hidden wisdom, and so I was able to allow Kyr’s story to pour forth without censoring or editing. After the first draft of the entire trilogy was on paper, I realized it is a powerful story worth sharing. So I studied how to write fiction, hired an editor, and revised, revised, revised. Did you always want to be an author? I began reading fantasy and Sci-Fi as soon as I could read, thanks to my parents. (They left F&SF magazines with fascinating cover art lying around the house.) I always wondered how the authors could create alternate worlds and write such fascinating stories, but I never imagined becoming one of them. I thought authors were these odd creatures who lived in flats in New York City. At one point in the late 1980s, I felt I needed to observe a ‘fast’ from unnecessary words for a month as a spiritual practice. I stopped reading, watching TV, etc. And I got my first laptop. One night, when I couldn’t sleep, I turned on my laptop and started writing whatever imagery showed up in my mind. I found myself writing stories. Still, it was just for fun. I didn’t think about becoming an author until after I had written the first draft of The Star-Seer’s Prophecy. They say life imitates art, but were there any events or people in your life that became inspiration for your work? My psychotherapy clients revealed to me the amazing ability we humans have to overcome terrible trauma and abuse, to move toward healing our wounds and recovering our innate beauty, integrity and wholeness. To do this, we need to face what harm was done to us, and eventually, to begin to see beyond our pain to the brokenness of our abusers. Many people were able to move past their anger and vengefulness, and to forgive the person who harmed them, without forgiving their harmful actions. This is a major theme of The Star-Seer’s Prophecy, but it is not based on any particular person’s story. What were some of your inspirations when you were creating your world? I’m sure I have been subliminally influenced by reading fairy tales, and many of my favorite authors, such as Ursula LeGuin, Carol Berg, Charles De Lint, Patricia McKillip, and Sherri S. Tepper, to name a few. However, I did not consciously copy anyone. My process was to sort of “listen-see” and write whatever I “heard-saw.” Kyr’s world turned out to be semi-medieval, with black sorcery, healing magic, and magical rituals, but no dragons, unicorns, or goblins. Magic is always an integral part of fantasy novels, how did you create your magic? Again, I followed the flow of the story. Ideas for the magic just seemed to arise as needed. In hindsight, I can see that for the healing magic, I drew upon my experience with energy work such as Reiki. For the rituals, I was influenced by my experience of the sacred rituals of Celtic and Native American traditions, but only in a general way. I did not copy any particular culture’s rituals. What's the one thing you want people to take away from reading the Star Seer's Prophecy? That the real magic is forgiveness – forgiving those who have harmed you, instead of obsessing endlessly about your wounds, and/or seeking revenge. This only perpetuates the pain. Equally important is forgiving yourself for making mistakes, for not being perfect, for being human. Often, one of the hardest things is to forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know at the time. For example, in the story, Kyr begins as an obedient slave to the evil sorcerer-king called the Soul-Drinker. Later, Kyr learns what atrocities he committed as a slave, and feels deep remorse. He painfully learns to forgive himself for not knowing at the time that what he had done was wrong. Without giving away too much, what's next for Kyr? In the first book, Dark Innocence, Kyr chose the hard path of healing, forgiveness and love. With the help of friends and healers, he overcame his terrible upbringing as a Slave of the Soul-Drinker, and became a man capable of kindness, courage and integrity at the Sanctuary of the Goddess Zhovanya. In Book Two, Fierce Blessings, Kyr faces the familiar nightmare of cruelty and evil that he knew as a boy, in the second hell foretold by the Prophecy. As hostage for the safety of the Sanctuary, his friends, and his beloved Jolanya, he struggles to protect his soul from succumbing to the depravity he has known for most of his life, and fights to keep hold of the blessings he received from Zhovanya. In the final volume of the trilogy, Perilous Bliss (forthcoming), Kyr is plunged into the third hell of the Star-Seer’s Prophecy. A most intimate and harrowing betrayal throws him into a storm of rage and despair. Alienated from his friends, himself, and, worst of all, the Goddess, he flees to a mysterious tower, where he finds the solitude that is all he can bear. But the time has come, at last: the stars are moving into the pattern foreseen long ago by the Star-Seer. Will Kyr be able to keep faith with the Goddess Who saved his soul in time to renew the Sacred Balance and restore Her sovereignty? Or will he return to the foul slavery he has known most of his life? The fate of the land and the Goddess Herself depends on his choice. About Dark Innocence: In an ancient world of blood sorcery and healing magic, the Soul-Drinker, a vicious necromancer-king, is draining the life from the souls of the people and of the earth itself. Worse yet, he has banished the land's rightful Goddess, and disrupted the Sacred Balance, sending the mortal and divine realms whirling toward destruction. The only hope for salvation is a youth named Kyr, born and raised as one of the Soul-Drinker's blindly obedient slaves. Kyr knows only the pain, evil and cruelty of the Soul-Drinker's hell--and nothing of the Star-Seer's Prophecy that declares him to be the long-sought Liberator. Rescued by strangers, Kyr embarks on a bewildering journey into a bizarre new life, where kindness and love are real. If he is to fulfill his destiny, he must battle his inner demons and fight to find his buried capacities for compassion and courage. Will he be able to surrender the inner ice that has been his soul's only protection in time to save the world from disaster? Again, you can grab your copy for just 99 cents at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or iBooks as part of this special event! My good friend Jeremy has kindly agreed to help me out again. This time simply because, I have nothing exciting to say about my health journey on this #FitFriday. I was watching this documentary on HBO the other day called “Tru Blood” in which these Vampires down in Louisiana have somehow integrated into society, and basically leach off of the system in one way or another. It’s pretty brutal actually, all the blood and gore, but I can only imagine that they know what they are doing. Ok well maybe it isn’t a documentary, but it might as well be. There are vampires among us in just about every facet of our life, and just because they don’t suck your blood they will figure out a way to suck the life out of whatever it is that you happen to be good at. Please keep these things in mind if you are a newbie to the gym, or someone that appears to have a very hard time getting healthy. You need to be accommodating to those that are trying to help you sooner or later, or else you are actually a problem.
I know you might be thinking what a horrible person this Jeremy Crow jerk must be to say such a thing, but the truth be known, I have been doing this work out thing for an awful long time. I may not be the stereotypical meathead that you would expect to see after 20 years of working out, two degrees, and running a moderately successful health blog. Of course now I should say, “shame on you for thinking I would be,” but aside from that I happen to be the most helpful person in the world, and especially at the gym. The secret to me being able to do that is that I know when to give up on someone. Our job, as a helpful member of society, is in the understanding that some people need help and others just want it. Think of it this way. You know a perfect book on how to do whatever. You tell someone that if they read that book, they will be an expert like you. They refuse to read the book because they expect you to simply explain the book to them, if you accept that as a good idea, then I could have used you when I was a raving and active alcoholic. Now fortunately when I ran out of people like that I was forced to choose between quitting drinking or slipping further into misery without the audience I had grown accustomed to. The person who desperately needs to get in shape, but won’t do any of the work to get in shape is the EXACT SAME THING. They are now completely interfering with your ability to work out, and do things other than work out, and given enough time they will make it so you don’t want anything to do with working out. Now of course you don’t just grab the person by the hair and walk them out the door of the gym explaining to them that you never want to see them again. You simply explain to them that they should probably find someone who they can get advice they will use from. You have to worry about you. On the other side of the coin, if you are genuinely active and obviously take someone’s advice at the gym or in another scenario (accommodating to those that are trying to help), you will probably find that they will never need to push you aside, nor will they ever want to. They most likely will feel that they are doing some good, and I say THAT because that is how I treat every new person that comes into the gym and asks me just about anything. In other words; never be afraid to ask questions, but sooner or later you have to take the advice.
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“A must-read page turner.” Kirkus Review About the Book:The Children of Darkness is about a society devoid of technology, the result of an overreaction to a distant past where progress had overtaken humanity and led to social collapse. The solution—an enforced return to a simpler time. But Children is also a coming of age story, a tale of three friends and their loyalty to each other as they struggle to confront a world gone awry. Each searches for the courage to fight the limits imposed by their leaders, along the way discovering their unique talents and purpose in life."If the whole world falls into a Dark Age, which it could plausibly do, who could bring us out of it? According to David Litwack in The Children of Darkness, the only answer is us, now, somehow reaching into the future." - Kaben Nanlohy for On Starships And DragonwingsPublication Date: June 22, 2015 from Evolved Publishing Purchase Link: http://smarturl.it/ “A fresh perspective on our own society...[an] enjoyable read that will make you wonder just how society will judge us in the future.” Lexie About the Author:The urge to write first struck when working on a newsletter at a youth encampment in the woods of northern Maine. It may have been the night when lightning flashed at sunset followed by northern lights rippling after dark. Or maybe it was the newsletter's editor, a girl with eyes the color of the ocean. But he was inspired to write about the blurry line between reality and the fantastic. Using two fingers and lots of white-out, he religiously typed five pages a day throughout college and well into his twenties. Then life intervened. He paused to raise two sons and pursue a career, in the process becoming a well-known entrepreneur in the software industry, founding several successful companies. When he found time again to daydream, the urge to write returned. After publishing two award winning novels, Along the Watchtower and The Daughter of the Sea and the Sky, he’s hard at work on the dystopian trilogy, The Seekers. David and his wife split their time between Cape Cod, Florida and anywhere else that catches their fancy. He no longer limits himself to five pages a day and is thankful every keystroke for the invention of the word processor. Website: www.davidlitwack.com Facebook: David Litwack - Author Twitter: @DavidLitwackGiveawaya Rafflecopter giveaway More Reviews! “Litwack’s storytelling painted a world of both light and darkness–and the truth that would mix the two.” Fiction Fervor “The Children of Darkness is a dystopian novel that will stay with you long after you finish reading it.” C.P. Bialois “This is a satisfying exploration of three teens' journey into the unknown, and the struggles faced by all who seek true emancipation - both for themselves, and for the people they love.” Suzy Wilson “Litwack's writing is fresh, and Nathaniel, Orah and Thomas come to life in your imagination as you frantically flip (or click) the pages of this book.” Anna Tan “...many profound themes, lovely characterizations and relationships” R. Campbell “I was enthralled and intrigued by the authors creation of this society... David Litwack has an enjoyable and captivating writing style.” Jill Marie “...a perfect story for young adult readers, but its underlying theme and character development will keep any adult engaged.” Kathleen SullivanWrite every day
No matter what…just do it. Start with a doodle if you need to but get those creative juices flowing! Read always A successful writer starts as a reader. Period. But it doesn’t stop there. Just as writing becomes a part of your life, so does reading. Explore outside your comfort zone. Meaning read AND write outside of your genre The thing I love most about doing book reviews is that I sometimes get books that I would not normally choose off a shelf. The thing I love about having a teenager and an almost teenager is reading what they are reading. When you write outside your genre you are exercising your creative muscles and you never know, you might surprise yourself! I know I did! Have a read of my little story “Maia” or “The Children”. Set up an Author’s platform with a web site and through social media You need to get your name out there. Some publishers won’t accept your work if you are not already on the path to being established. Besides, sharing your work and having people say they enjoy it as you are working towards your ultimate goal sure does feel good! Network, subscribe to other blogs, join groups Networking is all about building your platform. Reading other people’s blogs not only builds your network but can provide you with invaluable advice. Proofread, have beta readers Always proof read your work first. But as the creator of this masterpiece, you are biased as to its quality, so always have a few beta readers before you introduce it to the world. Don’t stop learning No one person can know everything. There is always room to grow and learn. And there are many avenues from which to learn. Enter contests Again, this is about getting your name out there. Winning contests is also a great addition to your Author’s platform. To be successful, you must be published in some form, and usually with contests, the winner gets their work published in some form. It always feels good for being recognized. Even if the recognition doesn’t come with dollar signs attached. I was nominated for the ‘Sisterhood of the World Blogger’s Award’ by the lovely Adele Archer. Thank you for recognizing my work and supporting me on my journey to becoming a published author, and an overall more successful person! I’m going to answer the mad-cap questions as set by Adele Archer. Then I’m going to ask 10 mad questions of my own and nominate three other bloggers who I admire. Picking only three bloggers is a not so easy task!
Now is the moment you have all been waiting for. As I search deep within myself to answer those questions set forth by Mrs. Archer… I would like to nominate: 1. Kellie-Ann Russell (a great blogger whose posts I can always be inspired by (yes, even the spider post!)), 2. Nikki DeMc (love the family movie reviews and the real life inspirational posts…and who doesn’t love purple!) and 3. DJ “The Trainman” Walker (a blogger who offers a little bit of everything on his site! Also, the first to give me a writing prompt for one of my #WritingWednesday when my brain wouldn’t co-operate!). This is what I would like to know about YOU: And for those that I didn’t nominate, because I can only pick 3, it would be awesome if you answered in the comments section below!
I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me. As always, thank you for reading and your support. Feel free to leave a comment below or on my Google+ or my FaceBook. |