Hello friends. Good to see you. New visitors welcome.
It’s another beautiful day. There is a smell of fresh brewed coffee. The kids are playing and the sun is shining. I live out in the country surrounded by fields of vegetables and orchards.
Because of what is called the lowlands, in the morning there is a nice white fog that extends the distance. It looks as if God painted a huge moving glorious postcard.
Sometimes while I’m driving to work, I see this white fog after a snow fall. It’s quite magical actually. It reminds me of the scene in Narnia when Lucy enters into the magical forrest.
I’d have to say it’s my favorite time of the day when you are between two places, home and work, just looking at the countryside, watching the birds take off. I see the same man jogging rain or shine.
Figure it out, figure it out, if you don't know how to do it, figure it out.
I notice the colors of the old withering farmhouses. I try to think of words that describe the soft colors of Italy.
The best words that I can come up with are soft butter, avocado and peach. Most of the old buildings are crumbling. I dream that I rebuild the home into a villa. Then I think, no, why would I do that? It’s so beautiful just the way it is.
The anticipation for spring is so strong, your hearts and minds start to see flowers. It’s a thrilling moment when the same snow covered field one day blooms. As we drive past fields of flowers, our family likes to say the colors, pink, pink, yellow, red, white, look, there’s purple.
Foggy mornings turning into sunshine days. Yeah!
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen. Emmerson
It is nice to have you here with me. When I was just a little girl hum Doris Day, I wanted to be a published writer. I bought the beautiful empty diaries with angel covers. The first entry on the first page was always exciting with the anticipation of what I would write.
Life presents us with the solutions we are looking for.
As I write, I think of the people who have come across my words. Is writing crazy? Is it the same as talking to yourself in the mirror? If so, or, if not, even if people comment, the actual ACT of writing is me talking to me, right? Or is is you? See the confusion? I do. It’s ok though.
Be awesome. Be authentic. Be inspirational.
Zero to Blog the film, the movie, the ebook
My ebook, Zero to Blog has been a journey of it’s own. I feel like the book wrote itself because it is information presented in a clear way to help people get their blogs on line.
I painted these for my sister. I see them when we Skype.
As a blog writer you have to figure it all out. I like that though. As my Uncle says, Figure it out, figure it out, if you don’t know how to do it, figure it out.
I suppose I watched too much TV and thought there was an actual book launch party. Maybe there are. In my real life, it didn’t quite go that way. The book launch party idea was to have a giveaway and a book signing. Well, it’s a digital book.
No bookstore. No signing. Or, digital bookstore online books signing party!
Beautiful just the way it is.
Now it’s your turn. I would like to know what you are working on. What is your favorite time of day? What images make you happy? What are ways can you describe color? What does your commute to work look like?
How do you sell your work. What has worked for you?
Thanks for stopping by, your comments are welcome.
This won’t answer any of your questions, but your post made me remember something…
I used to write a diary too.. well, make that diaries. There were many.
Your post brought up memories of how strange it was to start writing in a new book. I always felt that I had to introduce myself to the book, in some way. I would write “Dear diary, my name is Annika. I am x years old and I am in love with nn.” The first entry would always be very awkward.
My diaries became my trusted friends, and it was always heartbreaking to put one away to start on a new. I would write the tiniest letters, trying to fit as much as possible into the cramped space that was left, being angry with myself for wasting a lot of space in the beginning of the book.
Blogging isn’t quite like that, is it.
Blogging, like writing a diary is in a way the same. I liked your story because I can relate.
Yes I have years of memories on pages in diaries. They’ve taken many twists and turns. I think a blog is a bit different though. When we blog we realize our moms and siblings might read what we write so we keep ourselves in check.
It’s sort of like being out to lunch with friends. Still, I wouldn’t change my handwritten diaries for the world. One moment with them and I am instantly transported to Paris, to California and to Florence – right in the room I was writing ~ sketches and all.
More than that, I remember exactly how I felt. I hope to learn from those experiences. We think we can capture our lives with words. Yet like butterflies they flitter on.
Julie
Yeah, I found my old diaries last summer when we moved, so I spent an afternoon sitting on the floor reading them all. Amazing how all the feelings were brought back in a flash; when I read my own words I became “her” again; the heartbroken teenager who once wrote them.
I re-read some of my old blog posts today and have to say that blogging does work in the same way in that perspective.. and you are right; although I am sometimes *very* up close and personal in my blog, there will always be some things that are off limit because they are too private and I don’t want my near and dear to read about it on the internet.
Great post Julie, I can not possibly offer advice, after all I am learning from you
We all have advice to give. I’d love to hear what you thinks makes a successful site. I’m new to this so I’m just shooting arrows. I do love the pink t-shirt though.
Here in the high desert of California, it is a beautiful day with the sun shining warmly on sandy ground…our horse corrals are starting to dry out, finally. I hear that we will be getting rain again tomorrow, but that is ok because the blessing of rain will surely bring us an abundance of desert wildflowers and grasses that will also bring on the allergies. I guess it’s a trade off of a few weeks of beauty for us to behold and a few weeks of weepy, runny eyes to see it through.
Well, returning to the sunshine and warmth…it feels like a tropical heatwave at all of 50 degrees, so from my dark, dreary woodworking shop outback, I pulled out a worktable, jigsaw, sander and lumber so that I can be out in the natural light of day working on a custom frame and background for an art piece. Ah, this makes it so much easier to work, especially, with the impending deadline of a gallery show next week.
Oh, that reminds me, better get back to my work!!
Loved it Lisa! What a great description. You are an artist and a writer. How wonderful. I didn’t know. I knew you were good at using big manly like equipment, like chainsaws and lumber. I admire that. It’s a limitless world. What a wonderful place we live where we have no limits on creativity.
There is no pause button on the genius meter. ; )
Go girl. I’m excited to see your artwork. Frames. I could use some good frames for my flower pictures. I’ll have to pick some up next time I’m in California. I appreciated your description of the stables and the feeling. I can actually see the mud drying and the horses waiting. Letters are wonderful. Aren’t they? I can almost smell the paper. Thank you.
Have a good one Lisa and I’m looking forward to pictures. Or a link. ; )
Yes, Julie, you are right about no limits. If we allow ourselves, there is no end as to what we create in our minds. Ah, but getting the idea from the imagination to the physical is a whole other thing. It is here, during this point of passage from what has been concocted in the mind to actualization as a piece of art, that I find the personal road blocks that limit me.
Now, I am not referring to a lack of capacity or expertise in being able to produce a piece of art, but of those stupid self-imposed hindrances like lack of time management, procrastination or my pre-occupation and obsession with playing golf, LOL. It is those things that I have found that have placed a limit on my creativity!! I am not called “Last Minute Lisa” for nothing, as the nickname truly fits. Here, I am, one week before an art show and I am working crazy, long hours trying to complete pieces that I can get done quickly and that I know are likely to sell, instead of bringing forth new and innovative work that is still rolling around up there in my brain!!
With that being said, I am, also, working on something that is just a little different. I will post an image of it on my website at http://www.chavez-thomas.com when it is finished next week.
CIAO!!
Thanks for the link, Lisa. I enjoyed your artwork. It’s so impressive. And a link too. At this point, I’d just like to direct my readers to have a look. It’s beautiful, it’s authentic.
It tells a story. Everyone is artistic. I just know it.
Dear readers, don’t give up on your first try. Modify and try again. Except for you Lisa. Yours is just perfect.
Julie
I’m inviting other artists to share their links here to their creations.
I popped over to have a coffee break and found a lovely cup of hot delicious blogcopy. I enjoyed the surprise! I used to live in Portugal and Greece, so I felt the colours as I read them. Good luck with your lovely blog!
PS. Misty Look by Sadish is the theme I chose for my first ‘practice’ blog, out of thousands of possibilities. Great minds!
Thanks so much for the comment Janice. I’m not sure about you but as a blog writer I find myself becoming both more and more secure and insecure at the same time. It certainly IS an adventure of words and worlds.
I’m glad you enjoyed my thoughts. Every day I encounter new faces and people in the lovely blog world. I just wish I knew what I was doing. It really is like throwing darts. Still, it seems occasionally I hit a bull’s eye.
Wish me luck as I wish you the same as our blogging journey continues.
Julie
Your thoughts are so beautiful, Julie. I feel blessed by your writing