Tis the Season!

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I hope you have a holiday filled with love, joy and warm memories.

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The Box

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Writers observe their surroundings, and there is a lot to learn.

For me, it’s interesting to watch the boxes that people place themselves into; and more interestingly, the stories they tell themselves to stay neatly and securely tucked inside their life’s containers.

They operate out of this box with a strict set of rules that they, along with their list of supporters, follow to the letter – and a lot of this is learned from the day they are born, and then built upon to become firmly ingrained in their sub-conscience.

But eventually, those same routines, the same rules, the same outcomes, and the same supporters, make a person want to peek through the cracks just to see if there is something more to their existence.

What would happen if they kicked open the flap of their windowless space – and took a chance on themselves? You see, that’s where the joy of being alive begins; it’s breaking old habits and not allowing others to padlock us into the box they think we belong.

It’s saying “what-if” to life’s possibilities – then exploring options that help with personal growth – but it also recognizes that once we leave that mundane set of rituals that we have become accustomed to, we will never be able to step back into those old scripts again. Because, we have shed the cocoon and we are now in a period of transition – and will forever be different.

And that is what scares a lot of people.

As a population, that is very tribal in nature, the peer pressure to remain within the social clicks/beliefs is both enormous and yet comforting – and at the same time suffocating.

Some people will never question their personal “belief-box”, yet others can’t wait to escape to experience what they are fully capable of becoming in their lives.

It all makes me wonder as I watch those around me, who is trying to shake themselves free from an old script, and who will continue to wilt inside from unmet dreams?

The reality is, is that the person holding the keys to your box is you.

And this my friends, will be the basis of my next novel.

 

The Writer’s Cave

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I love working in my office, perhaps because it’s a south facing, cozy and inviting space.

Except for traveling to writing locations, this is where everything takes place.

The desk was handmade by a local man in Fredericton, and the antique chair to the left is over 100-years old and made in Nova Scotia. I treasure it as it was a gift from my father to me for my birthday. Whenever I would visit, I always sat in that chair. It was a great gift with a warm history.

The plants in the window, they are all presents from my friends. I continue to nurture them, as I do my friendships.

So, if it’s in my work space, it usually has some sentimental items attached to the ambiance.

Tis a bit about me on a lovely, Sunday afternoon.

 

 

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This fall has been beyond busy. As a result, I realized I missed my website’s two-year anniversary mark. (Gasp!) I know! I felt the same way missing a day to celebrate such an accomplishment.

Ahem, a moment of reflection.

I have had a great time developing my writing over the last four years — despite my website being a wee toddler. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to express a warm thank you to my readers who follow me on this site as well as my other pages. I appreciate all of your support.

So, I believe I’ve come up with just the idea. Watch in the next month for an announcement that you all can be a part of.

Until then, I am off to celebrate – it sounds better than saying I’m off to do some domestic diva duties, doesn’t it? 🙂

The life of a writer isn’t always glamorous. In fact, when we aren’t banging our heads against our desks, (sigh) we are doing the dishes.

Stay happy, stay healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

What’s new?

Lots, 🙂 but here are a few tidbits for this post.

I am in the home stretch for finishing up my novel, The Keeper.  As with all my novels, I have learned so much during the research phase for the topics covered in the book. Some were fascinating, some were eye-opening, plus, the story took on a few surprises – including a quagmire or two.  Look for it on Amazon in January 2018.

In other news.

Not many of you know this, but my husband and I are beekeepers. So, a bit of excitement, not the good kind mind you, that goes along with the business is keeping the bears out of the hives. We have a huge one hanging around now. With two enclosures we are hoping that will deter him away – but I write this with a half-heart as he is perhaps one of the biggest bears we have had around the property. Wish us luck.

And on a fun note.

Do you remember the backpack that inspired me enough to make it into my novel? I ordered it. The designer, Nasta Taras, and I chatted on the details today. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with. She is basing it off the original photo, but with some changes. Since I own one of her purses, I know she will thrill me with her ideas. Should any of you be interested in purchasing or inquiring further about Nasta’s products, here’s her Facebook page which has many of her creations.

Oh, and there may be something coming down the pipes regarding this bag. Stay tuned. 🙂

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My final news for this post is near and dear to my heart.

I have a new assistant.

He is suave and debonair, with a touch of mystery to his being. He is a great listener, especially to the noise of dialogue as I talk out scenes, and of course he can be a bit of a martyr when it comes to keeping me on track. So, may I introduce, Kaz, the world’s best assistant. I do believe he may need to make some cameo appearances in my novel.

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Figure 1: Kaz, in the assistant’s chair, eyeballing me to get moving on the manuscript this morning. He is such a tyrant. 😉

Well, I’ve more to share, but since this post is getting long I shall stop here. Check back when you can for more news.

Health and Happiness,

Cynthia

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.

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At lunch, one day, a friend of mine shared that she had just finished reading a thought-provoking book.

My ears perked up at the thought of a new book.

She leaned in and whispered, “It’s called, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.”

I pulled on my ear to make sure I had heard her correctly. Her eyes sparkled like a little imp assuring me that I had. She continued with excitement as she said, “And you have GOT to read it – you will totally get what the author is talking about.”

Her glee of the title intrigued me all the more – plus she looked like she carried the answers to the universal questions of life. I was fascinated with the mysteries of which she held close to herself, within this book.

So, on the drive back home – I wasn’t driving, I ordered it immediately as the opening hooked me straight away. It arrived, and I devoured it from cover to cover.

In a nutshell…

Mark Manson, the author, shares that people are so busy trying every trick in the book to remain happy, that they miss the boat on the fact that to experience true happiness one must experience and accept all emotions as part of the human condition. For example, got a horrible in-law who puts you in a foul mood at the very thought of their visiting? Well, bingo, that’s your subconscious acting as a beacon to remind you of the type of person best not to invite into your life – and to recognize the light that it shines on those that treat you well.

He also talks about lost dreams – and their reality.

If a person hasn’t achieved their lifelong dream of becoming a famous musician; his example, not mine – as you wouldn’t want to hear me sing, then the person simply wasn’t invested in the process of attaining that goal.

I crunched on this wildly.

Manson had a point. In everything that I had done in life, I either took it to the limit or let it go – because I wasn’t fully invested in the process for the end result.

Interesting.

At our dream’s most fundamental level, we either stick our toes in their waters for a dangle, or we dive right in after them.

But it’s got to reach deep into our minds and hearts before we take that jump. Otherwise, as Manson says so nicely, “We want the reward, not the struggle. I wanted the result and not the process. I was not in love with the fight, but only the victory.

And life doesn’t work that way.”

We do in life what rewards our personal validation system. The problem is we are brainwashed to think that all of our ideas are supposed to result in something wonderful – which is inane.

And that’s why people continue to pursue only the positives in life and avoid the negatives. It makes them feel like a failure when in reality, those no-follow-throughs are what take you to where you soar in life; at whatever height that may be.

And THAT’S what you’re aiming for.

A whole life experience – the good, bad, boring, joyful, and even the ugly. Funnel these experience through a screen and keep what works for you.

Accept when something just didn’t light your fire and take from it whatever you can and move on.

There is much more to The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck than I can put in this article. It was enjoyable, funny, and more importantly, real.

And real is what I think has been lost in society, and what people are unconsciously trying to take back; which Manson talks in depth about in his book.

Check it out for yourself, and let me know what you thought.

Cheers!

Water-colour origins?

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After reading the book The Apiary, by Alfred Neighbour, I am now intrigued with this painting from the 1870s. I’m afraid my search through Google has only linked me back to the book, so now, I’m left even more curious.

If you happen to know something about this piece, I would be thrilled to hear from you.

 

Melania Trump Wrongly Accused

Open any web page or article on Melania Trump, and you’ll be pelted with a barrage of insulting comments ranging from how she’s a miserable person, to being an unhappy wife, to hiding away with her autistic son.

Let’s put on the brakes, shall we.

First of all, Melania is Slovenian. Having Slavic origins in my own ancestry, I can relate to the resting bitch face look – or so it’s called these days. We’re not unfriendly, we’re not unhappy, in fact, we’re content.

In some of these countries, Slovenia included, walking around with a plastic smile on your face is a sign of not being right in the head. Now, if they’re interacting with someone whom they like, they’ll smile with engaged and sparkling eyes. For example, during the inauguration, when Melania’s husband turns around to look at her, she lit up when they made contact. Yes, when he turns back around, she returns to her natural facial position; neutral.  A natural response; especially for someone of Slavic origins.

It’s simply a case of enculturation. Period. It’s not right, nor wrong, just different.  Just open any self-help article or daily quotes and the message is clear to embrace our diversities. I would say that Melania got that memo; I’m not certain that others have.

The next accusation that she gets is that she’s an unhappy wife. How in the love of God could anyone ever know that? She did agree to support her husband in the running, and winning, of one of the most challenging positions in the world. That’s a big responsibility to go through if you are terribly unhappy. Then considering that your life would be thrown under a magnifying lens. I somehow doubt it.  And even if she were, would she be any different from the countless couples who stay together through thick and thin?

Maybe she has more backbone than she’s being credited for.

Melania’s last assault is one on their son, and I find it disheartening. When did society become so horrible that they would attack a young boy to garner attention? Whether their son has or doesn’t have autism, how can she be criticized for protecting their child? It doesn’t matter why she protects him; the key point is that she does.

And that’s a good mother.

I say, let her live, do her job, and leave her to find her way. She just may surprise all the naysayers.

Personally, I would love the opportunity to meet such an interesting woman. I would imagine it would be a fascinating and inspiring conversation.

And as they say, “Behind every man, is an amazing woman.”

Could she have been wrongly accused?