Sometimes, it will appear that you’re not making a difference in someone’s life. You’ve tried to tell them what they should do, how they should do it, and the results they’ll get. Guess what? That may not work so well. What do you do, then?
For many years of my life, I felt I never made a difference in this world. I’ve actually fallen off the world a few times, just to see if anyone noticed. They didn’t. Or if they did, they didn’t contact me. I’m learning to make a difference in my own small way, right where I’m at.
How am I doing this? Relationship. It’s all about the relationships you have, and the ones God brings you. In the past, I’ve tried different ways to go about having friends and how I dealt with family. I was very shy most of my life and my interaction with others was quite limited. That may have been why I felt I didn’t make a difference.
Crafting the Heroine. The heroine is the key to any romance. Yes, we women also want a great guy for her to end up with, and we’ll talk about crafting him, too, at a later date. The romantic heroine is the reader’s alter ego. She controls everything the reader feels. Click to Tweet #amwriting #writingromance101 #craftingtheheroine
You’ve heard the old song, “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, and the other gold.” You know a friend is truly gold they offer to drive an hour from their home to visit for one and a half hours, before driving that distance again, to go home.
Over the weekend, I had the privilege of connecting with an old friend from college. We haven’t seen each other in 41 years, but that didn’t matter. It was like no time had passed at all.
Attending a writers’ conference is almost mandatory in order to advance yourself personally, and professionally. But you need to know what to expect. That’s why I’m writing these posts. I’ve attended numerous conferences, from a local one-day, to a multi-day conference far away. I’ve learned a lot, and hope to pass some of that along to you. Click to Tweet #amwriting #conferenceprep101
I don’t know what else to call this. It’s a day late, which is kind of the story of my life. I’ve dreamt of being late to work, late to school, late to church––for many years. I also feel I’ve been “late” to life, although I was a preemie. I should have been born in September, but apparently, I couldn’t wait, and entered the world in August. #blogpost #lateinlife But ever since, my life feels “late.”