In our ever changing world, inspiration for my stories come from some of the most unexpected sources. They may be freestanding, nothing to do with our former restaurant, yet in some strange and perhaps twisted way, be intertwined. It is also highly probable these wee memories that are in the outer most orbit on the "dark side" of my brain, are racing towards an asteroid like collision with the recent events that are waiting to be deposited into the memory banks of my overloaded chaotic brain.
It has been just over a year since these memories began spilling out and arranging themselves on the "pages" of my little computer. I write, read, write, re-read, re-write and then as if some solar powered light bulb clicks on, I smile, this idea, this memory that is fighting, much like the small child crying, "no pick me first, it's my turn!", appears before me, in place, ready for all to read. "A Constant Place" recently published in book form, is still a source of wonder, pride and ironically, an inspiration to me. Recently I was asked, is this work, your first book and is it "A Labor of Love" which is defined as: productive work performed voluntarily without material reward or compensation. Emphatically "NO!" Silly person of course I want compensation. Having a book published, naturally the next step would be to sell it. Sales have been going well, yet I must admit it is strange to see my name as the author. Writing has always been a secret passion for which, I never had time.
With the mindset, I will write when I get older, quickly dashed by the reflection in the "Mirror, mirror on the wall" announcing "Fairest, I think not, crow's feet, gray hair and laugh lines near, honey old age IS here!" At forty, I promised myself someday I would write a book. At the time, inspirations seemed to be all around, time or the allocation of such wasn't even remotely an option, so as all great wannabe authors do, I chalked it up to "writer's block." Truth be known, it is simply procrastination and the old "I work better under pressure thing!" Seventy-five percent of a quarter century has nearly passed and finally by the Grace of God, a promise I had made to myself, has been kept.
For years I have preached, "No, is not an acceptable answer," the constant battle of stubbornness and procrastination now finally over, determination and dedication have finally become the victors! There are many more stories, hopefully my new friends will also provide fodder that will nourish and awaken my mind. Will I be able to intertwine them with my past life, hopefully, the past and present would really enjoy each other's company. Should they meet, sparks would fly, laughter abound, lasting friendships would develop. Mr. Lightyear, a good friend of mine once said, "please call me Buzz and remember it is always "Infinity and Beyond!" With that said, my life has an always will be "A Constant Place!"
It has been just over a year since these memories began spilling out and arranging themselves on the "pages" of my little computer. I write, read, write, re-read, re-write and then as if some solar powered light bulb clicks on, I smile, this idea, this memory that is fighting, much like the small child crying, "no pick me first, it's my turn!", appears before me, in place, ready for all to read. "A Constant Place" recently published in book form, is still a source of wonder, pride and ironically, an inspiration to me. Recently I was asked, is this work, your first book and is it "A Labor of Love" which is defined as: productive work performed voluntarily without material reward or compensation. Emphatically "NO!" Silly person of course I want compensation. Having a book published, naturally the next step would be to sell it. Sales have been going well, yet I must admit it is strange to see my name as the author. Writing has always been a secret passion for which, I never had time.
With the mindset, I will write when I get older, quickly dashed by the reflection in the "Mirror, mirror on the wall" announcing "Fairest, I think not, crow's feet, gray hair and laugh lines near, honey old age IS here!" At forty, I promised myself someday I would write a book. At the time, inspirations seemed to be all around, time or the allocation of such wasn't even remotely an option, so as all great wannabe authors do, I chalked it up to "writer's block." Truth be known, it is simply procrastination and the old "I work better under pressure thing!" Seventy-five percent of a quarter century has nearly passed and finally by the Grace of God, a promise I had made to myself, has been kept.
For years I have preached, "No, is not an acceptable answer," the constant battle of stubbornness and procrastination now finally over, determination and dedication have finally become the victors! There are many more stories, hopefully my new friends will also provide fodder that will nourish and awaken my mind. Will I be able to intertwine them with my past life, hopefully, the past and present would really enjoy each other's company. Should they meet, sparks would fly, laughter abound, lasting friendships would develop. Mr. Lightyear, a good friend of mine once said, "please call me Buzz and remember it is always "Infinity and Beyond!" With that said, my life has an always will be "A Constant Place!"
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