Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Insecure Writer's Support Group - July
I have one more book event for my anthology,"Still Me...After All These Years." It's at a senior center and it's in August. After that, I'm not sure what else I'll do to promote the book. The return in terms of book sales for the energy and effort that is put out to do an event...well, let's say I'm not sure it's worth it. I'm really beginning to question whether I'll be writing any more books. My life is going to change dramatically this winter - I'm going to become a first-time grandma - to twins. They live on the other side of the country and I have a feeling I'll be traveling quite a bit back and forth. My singing duo, Sugartime, takes up quite a bit of my time and energy - we practice three times a week, two hours a time, plus do 2-3 gigs per month.
I haven't felt compelled to write anything for the memoir idea that came to me a while back. It's not writers' block. It's not anything negative. I just haven't felt that inner urge to get things down on paper. It's so odd, because writing has always been my "go to" when thoughts are churning and I need to make some sense out of them.
But the truth is, I feel calm inside. It doesn't mean things don't come up that churn my insides, but I have new tools and new ways of responding to those things, so I don't remain agitated for long. Calm is a completely new paradigm for me. Hmm, as I'm writing this post, I'm realizing that my idea for that memoir, to write the story of how I shifted from PTSD to calm perhaps is something worthwhile. I will ponder some more. In the meantime...
where are you in this wonderful journey of life?