Just a little bit of encouragement and laughter for you today! Some of these are so absolutely true 😉

Just a little bit of encouragement and laughter for you today! Some of these are so absolutely true 😉


So, this is just a little something I have been thinking about recently. Writing “The Novel” seems to be most writer’s grandiose sense of some form of accomplishment. We have now written a huge, epic volume with thousands of words and amazing characters, plots and descriptions beyond belief! Ta-da!
Now, don’t get me wrong! Writing a novel is a wonderful and amazing goal and a fascinating (though, at times, a really hard) journey. Sometimes our writing just seems to grow of its own accord!
Continue reading “Looking Beyond the Novel…”

The British Isles. It’s a land of storytellers, artists and musicians…
I read this book recently and found it really inspiring! I love learning about the lives of the famous authors behind the stories I love. This book did a fabulous job of offering a look into some of the more well-known women authors.
When this season of autumn roles around, I always get hit by something I like to call “Awakening of the Memories”. Okay, it sounds nice, but it is just my really fancy term for a tender sense of nostalgia as the days get shorter and colder. 🙂 I always like to pull out some of my favorite children’s books around this time and peruse them. They are treasures to me that really remind me of the simpler times. I thought I would share some of my favorite children’s books to re-read in the autumn.

Little Woman
Set in New England during the Civil War, I read this story when I was younger and absolutely have never forgotten the beautiful, homey world of the March sisters.

“In the morning, as they were beginning to pack their slender goods, Elves that could speak their tongue came to them and brought them many gifts of food and clothing for the journey. The food was mostly in the form of very thin cakes, made of a meal that was baked a light brown on the outside, and inside was the colour of cream. Gimli took up one of the cakes and looked at it with a doubtful eye.
“Cram,” he said under his breath, as he broke off a crisp corner and nibbled it. His expression quickly changed, and he ate all the rest of the cake with relish.
“No more, no more!” cried the Elves, laughing. “You have eaten enough already for a long days march.”
“I though it was a kind of cram, such as the Dale-men make for journeys in the wild,” said the Dwarf.
“So it is,” they answered, “But we call it lembas or waybread….”
The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II