A humongously gigantic thank you

Some people have hundreds of followers or at least enough to quantify double digits. I have nine. But I have nine rockin' followers, darn it.

I was extremely surprised when I actually saw people showing up. I couln't believe it. People actually read my blog? Apparently there are some that do. And I thank you. Thank you for reading my drivel. I love you all.

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

Staying Away from the End Zone

Most of you know that I like to run. That doesn't mean I'm athletic or even coordinated. I just happen to like to run. The endorphins, I guess.

Even though I enjoy running, I hated P.E. as a kid. I was the one who tried to find a place to hide on the field. All the other kids were running to the end zone, arms raised high in the air screaming "pick me, pick me," so the kid with the football would throw it to them. I was hiding somwhere among the sidelines with my hand covering my face so said kid wouldn't throw the ball to me. Just call me the princess of invisibility.

A good friend of mine wrote an overwhelming and inspiring blog post about writers being in "the zone." This got me thinking.

I like to write. I've been trying to write, but have I actually ever been in the zone when I write? I want to be in "the zone." It sounds like a great place to be. I dream about being there, just kicking out my story. I can picture it flowing out onto the page. But that never happens to me. I think, pray, free write and when I sit down to write, part of the scene comes out and then I have more questions. Should my character do this or that? Is this really the right direction my story should take? What would she do in this situation? And on and on.

So, I wonder. Am I still that awkward kid in P.E. trying to stay away from the end zone? Only now I'm the awkward middle-aged woman who can't find "the zone?"

Hmmm. Something to think on.

What a Peach!

Or should I say what a bunch of peaches. Our tree this year was loaded and we have bottled 56 quarts and made 31 jars of jam, so far. There are still more peaches on the tree. I picked more this morning. Will we ever get to them all?

My Lament

I've been away for a long time. I have missed blogland, and my friends here, but I didn't feel like I had anything to say. That and I let life consume me. Kind of like a ravenous teenager breaking their fast.

I wanted to come back so I thought about what I would actually say. What kind of post should it be? Nothing exciting is really happening. There's nothing to share. I could post something profound like some of my friends do. (And you know who you are, BTW) No. I never think of anything profound. What I'm thinking about? Yeah. That's what I'll post. What I've been thinking about. Well, the following is it. If you can make it through the next couple of paragraphs,I think you won't be disappointed. Just follow the link. It applies to me in more ways than one. Maybe it will for you, too.

While training to run a 5K, I have continually suffered from repeated injuries. It has been frustrating to start over again and again.

I've also struggled with writing. As I repeatedly sat with Alphasmart in hand staring into space, typing nothing, I questioned this as a wise career choice for me.

I've felt like life has dealt me one blow after another. But there have been a few things that have brought some peace and inspiration.

One, a quiet visit with a friend;
Two, a lesson on prayer;
Three, the Ensign;
Four, my sweetheart;
Five, sweet little Enjay;
And last, but not least, this:
When I feel alone . . .