Still sick with the crud, but a friend sent me a wonderful quote to share. Thank you, Angela!
"Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." ~ Christopher Robin to Pooh
Showing posts with label Inspirational Quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Quote. Show all posts
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The Power of Prayer
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. ~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
God's 26 Guards
This is part of an email I received and am passing on to you. I’ve edited it because that’s my nature--I can’t seem to leave any document that crosses my desk alone--but the core message remains true. Lately, I’ve been asked to pray for more sick children than ever before. And each time I did, I’ve secretly wondered if it really does do any good. I think this message answers my question.
God's 26 Guards
This is part of an email I received and am passing on to you. I’ve edited it because that’s my nature--I can’t seem to leave any document that crosses my desk alone--but the core message remains true. Lately, I’ve been asked to pray for more sick children than ever before. And each time I did, I’ve secretly wondered if it really does do any good. I think this message answers my question.
Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone, but put it aside, thinking, 'I'll pray for them later'? Or has anyone ever called you and said, 'I need you to pray for me?' The following story may change the way you think about prayer, and also the way you pray.
A missionary on furlough told this story while visiting his home church in Michigan. 'While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.
A missionary on furlough told this story while visiting his home church in Michigan. 'While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.
‘Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident....‘Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, 'Some friends and I followed you in to the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.’
‘At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, 'No, sir, I was not the only person to see the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.'
At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story:
'On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would those men who met with me on that day stand up?'
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary counted them carefully. There were 26.
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary counted them carefully. There were 26.
This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves on behalf of those who love Him. If you ever feel such prodding to pray, go along with it. You don't know what it can mean to that person.
God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
Four weeks ago today the 2009 Pennwriters conference ended. Amazing how time flies. But between recurring car troubles and my parents visiting for a week and several other projects I needed to get off my desk, I simply haven’t had time to sit down and reflect on the conference. I do know it was one of the best conferences I’ve ever attended anywhere, and for that, kudos go out to Annette Dashofy, conference coordinator extraordinaire, who managed to make the whole weekend look effortless. Check out her Diary of a Conference Coordinator blog here.
My biggest surprise was to check the conference schedule the night before and find out it started at 9:00 a.m. on Friday instead of noon, as it has in years past. (Although not in recent years past, but I was fixated on noon for some reason.) I managed to get there around 11:00 a.m. and check in before heading on down to a delicious—best conference food I’ve ever had—Published Author’s Luncheon with two guest speakers.
The first was copyright attorney Heather S. Heidlebaugh who impressed upon us the absolute necessity of having our work registered with the copyright office, and the second was former Pennwriters keynote speaker D.L. Wilson, author of Unholy Grail, whom I was unfortunately unable to stick around for, as my workshop on dialogue had inadvertently been scheduled next door at the same time.
So I slipped out of the luncheon to prepare myself for my workshop, which was the best attended of my workshops for Pennwriters over the years, and went off without a hitch, except for the fact that due to chemical sensitivities to perfume and such, I developed a tickle in my throat and started to lose my voice during the presentation.
Finally I had to ask if anyone had a piece of gum or cough drop with which to keep my throat lubricated so I could get the words out. I didn’t plan to give my talk unprofessionally chomping on a piece of gum, but you do what you have to do, and I kept thinking of friend and fellow author Susan Meier, another past president of Pennwriters and former keynote speaker I had once witnessed giving an all-day workshop in the midst of a horrendous cold, and the image of Susan gamely carrying on and delivering what she had promised the group despite her obvious misery inspired me to keep going.
The workshop went well—I handed out 19 of my 20 handouts, and just before the end D.L. Wilson stopped by for moral support and asked a question about dialect I had skipped during my presentation due to keeping an eye on the clock, enabling me to deliver my workshop in full. Thank you, David :). After that, I headed upstairs for my editor/agent appointment, which as anyone who has been to one knows can be a harrowing or even devastating experience, both of which I have survived in the past, but this time went extremely well—her last words to me were, “How soon can you get it to me?”
It doesn’t get any better than that.
After that, I was free to relax and enjoy my weekend. Which is exactly what I did. Twenty years ago I was the Pennwriters conference coordinator. How things have changed since 1989! When I did the conference, it was an optional Friday night cocktail party—I still remember Susan’s awesome dress!--and a one-day conference on Saturday, with one headline speaker--in my case the late and totally great Gary Provost—lecturing for most of the day. My, how we made that poor man work. But we wanted to know everything he could possibly tell us about writing. I still regularly recommend his book Make Every Word Count, which is long since out of print can only be found on Amazon, used. The other speakers that day were Victoria Thompson, Carla Neggers, and Alice Orr. But we only had one speaker scheduled at a time.
Now we start at 9:00 a.m. on Friday and closing ceremonies are at 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, with three choices of workshops to attend at any given time, a slew of editor/agent appointments, a banquet with a headline speaker, a business meeting breakfast, an awards luncheon, the aforementioned published authors luncheon, an authors’ autographing tea—loved those brownies!!--a cocktail party or some other social event (in previous years we’ve gone to the racetrack or on a riverboat cruise, or had a murder mystery play or masquerade party—come as your favorite literary character), and read and critique sessions long into the night. Not to mention the bookstore, merchandise table, basket raffles, writing contests and numerous other activities in the hospitality suite. See what I mean? Annette and her committee did an amazing job. See Annette's photo album of the conference here.
I’ve attended 19 of the 22 Pennwriters conferences to date. That’s a lot of people met and a lot of memories to relive, and relive them we did. I can’t remember when I spent so much time laughing and just having a non-stop good time. I spent most of my down time hanging out in the lobby, reminiscing with old friends about conferences past, and making new ones, including my roommate, fellow Wild Rose Press author Sharon Donovan. The hotel we were at was the same one we’ve been going to in Pittsburgh for years, despite many name changes, and there never fails to be a wedding or a prom night full of elegantly-dressed attendees to entertain us and fuel our writers’ imaginations as we sit in the lobby schmoozing.
My only regret from the weekend is that I didn’t get enough one-on-one time with some of my favorite people, fellow writers I only get to see once a year at the conference. It was like my high school reunion. Never an idle moment, and much too short to fit everyone in. But I did my best to catch up with everyone I could, despite attending more workshops than ever before, because the line up was just too good to pass up. In years past, I was on the board, and so busy attending meetings and dealing with moment-to-moment glitches, that I missed the entire conference. Nobody realizes how much goes on behind the scenes at these things until you’ve been in the trenches, volunteering your heart out for the good of the organization. There were other conferences where I was so busy kibbutzing in the halls or hospitality suite, that I didn’t make it to a single workshop.
Not so this year. But I’m afraid I’ll have to tell you more about that next time, because to refresh my menopausal memory, I have to find my conference program, which isn’t happening this morning. Apparently a thorough office cleaning is in order :). I even checked the Pennwriters website, but all the information has been taken down in preparation for next year’s conference.
So more on the workshops, and the inspiration of banquet keynote speaker Lisa Scottoline and awards luncheon keynote and fellow (albeit currently former) Pennwriter Tim Esaias next time. (Tim seems to think he was thrown out of the organization—all in good fun, mind you--during the conference). Since I’ll be contacting him this week on another matter, I’ll see if I can get the scoop :))
Until then, consider attending a writer’s conference near you. You never know what will come out of it, and you’ll be making memories to last a lifetime.
My biggest surprise was to check the conference schedule the night before and find out it started at 9:00 a.m. on Friday instead of noon, as it has in years past. (Although not in recent years past, but I was fixated on noon for some reason.) I managed to get there around 11:00 a.m. and check in before heading on down to a delicious—best conference food I’ve ever had—Published Author’s Luncheon with two guest speakers.
The first was copyright attorney Heather S. Heidlebaugh who impressed upon us the absolute necessity of having our work registered with the copyright office, and the second was former Pennwriters keynote speaker D.L. Wilson, author of Unholy Grail, whom I was unfortunately unable to stick around for, as my workshop on dialogue had inadvertently been scheduled next door at the same time.
So I slipped out of the luncheon to prepare myself for my workshop, which was the best attended of my workshops for Pennwriters over the years, and went off without a hitch, except for the fact that due to chemical sensitivities to perfume and such, I developed a tickle in my throat and started to lose my voice during the presentation.
Finally I had to ask if anyone had a piece of gum or cough drop with which to keep my throat lubricated so I could get the words out. I didn’t plan to give my talk unprofessionally chomping on a piece of gum, but you do what you have to do, and I kept thinking of friend and fellow author Susan Meier, another past president of Pennwriters and former keynote speaker I had once witnessed giving an all-day workshop in the midst of a horrendous cold, and the image of Susan gamely carrying on and delivering what she had promised the group despite her obvious misery inspired me to keep going.
The workshop went well—I handed out 19 of my 20 handouts, and just before the end D.L. Wilson stopped by for moral support and asked a question about dialect I had skipped during my presentation due to keeping an eye on the clock, enabling me to deliver my workshop in full. Thank you, David :). After that, I headed upstairs for my editor/agent appointment, which as anyone who has been to one knows can be a harrowing or even devastating experience, both of which I have survived in the past, but this time went extremely well—her last words to me were, “How soon can you get it to me?”
It doesn’t get any better than that.
After that, I was free to relax and enjoy my weekend. Which is exactly what I did. Twenty years ago I was the Pennwriters conference coordinator. How things have changed since 1989! When I did the conference, it was an optional Friday night cocktail party—I still remember Susan’s awesome dress!--and a one-day conference on Saturday, with one headline speaker--in my case the late and totally great Gary Provost—lecturing for most of the day. My, how we made that poor man work. But we wanted to know everything he could possibly tell us about writing. I still regularly recommend his book Make Every Word Count, which is long since out of print can only be found on Amazon, used. The other speakers that day were Victoria Thompson, Carla Neggers, and Alice Orr. But we only had one speaker scheduled at a time.
Now we start at 9:00 a.m. on Friday and closing ceremonies are at 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, with three choices of workshops to attend at any given time, a slew of editor/agent appointments, a banquet with a headline speaker, a business meeting breakfast, an awards luncheon, the aforementioned published authors luncheon, an authors’ autographing tea—loved those brownies!!--a cocktail party or some other social event (in previous years we’ve gone to the racetrack or on a riverboat cruise, or had a murder mystery play or masquerade party—come as your favorite literary character), and read and critique sessions long into the night. Not to mention the bookstore, merchandise table, basket raffles, writing contests and numerous other activities in the hospitality suite. See what I mean? Annette and her committee did an amazing job. See Annette's photo album of the conference here.
I’ve attended 19 of the 22 Pennwriters conferences to date. That’s a lot of people met and a lot of memories to relive, and relive them we did. I can’t remember when I spent so much time laughing and just having a non-stop good time. I spent most of my down time hanging out in the lobby, reminiscing with old friends about conferences past, and making new ones, including my roommate, fellow Wild Rose Press author Sharon Donovan. The hotel we were at was the same one we’ve been going to in Pittsburgh for years, despite many name changes, and there never fails to be a wedding or a prom night full of elegantly-dressed attendees to entertain us and fuel our writers’ imaginations as we sit in the lobby schmoozing.
My only regret from the weekend is that I didn’t get enough one-on-one time with some of my favorite people, fellow writers I only get to see once a year at the conference. It was like my high school reunion. Never an idle moment, and much too short to fit everyone in. But I did my best to catch up with everyone I could, despite attending more workshops than ever before, because the line up was just too good to pass up. In years past, I was on the board, and so busy attending meetings and dealing with moment-to-moment glitches, that I missed the entire conference. Nobody realizes how much goes on behind the scenes at these things until you’ve been in the trenches, volunteering your heart out for the good of the organization. There were other conferences where I was so busy kibbutzing in the halls or hospitality suite, that I didn’t make it to a single workshop.
Not so this year. But I’m afraid I’ll have to tell you more about that next time, because to refresh my menopausal memory, I have to find my conference program, which isn’t happening this morning. Apparently a thorough office cleaning is in order :). I even checked the Pennwriters website, but all the information has been taken down in preparation for next year’s conference.
So more on the workshops, and the inspiration of banquet keynote speaker Lisa Scottoline and awards luncheon keynote and fellow (albeit currently former) Pennwriter Tim Esaias next time. (Tim seems to think he was thrown out of the organization—all in good fun, mind you--during the conference). Since I’ll be contacting him this week on another matter, I’ll see if I can get the scoop :))
Until then, consider attending a writer’s conference near you. You never know what will come out of it, and you’ll be making memories to last a lifetime.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
Yesterday we went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland—and yes, my car got us there and back again with nary a hiccup :). It was amazing. (The museum--not the car trip. That, thank God, was blessedly uneventful.) Because I am a writer, I could relate to a lot of what those musicians went through. Not all, but a lot, since writing is a solitary endeavor, and creating music is not—not if you want anybody to hear it. But the part about "I play music because I can't not play it," oh, yes, I could relate to that. How it rises up from the soul and just won't go away until it is released...
A familiar theme I read about over and over again.
What amazed me the most was how so many of them gave up everything for their art. And how many of them were social outcasts before they became rock stars. As Bono said at one point in a taped interview, something to the effect of, We’re just doing what we’d be doing anyway, what we’d be doing for free, but now we’re getting ridiculously overpaid for it. The stories were countless about people sleeping in their cars, facing eviction, and just scrambling to make ends meet so they could continue to play. So they could continue to grace us with their gifts of inner knowledge and self-expression.
For them, it was all about the music. For me, it’s all about the words. So it comes as no surprise that my favorite parts of the tour were the handwritten pages of lyrics for songs I’ve listened to through the years. To see them written on their legal pads and spiral notebook pages, scrawled all around the page, words scratched out, paragraphs scratched out, new words written in…alternate words listed to the side…to witness that creative process, to know that a song that touched millions of lives started as just scribblings on a piece of paper…I looked at those, and thought, “That’s how I start my books!” and was inspired.
So this morning I’ve found a few quotes from Hall of Fame Inductees you might enjoy. None truly captures what I want to say, but they’re all good in their own way.
Have a blessed week.
Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can't help but move to it. That's what happens to me. I can't help it.' Elvis Presley
Without a song, each day would be a century. Mahalia Jackson
I said, other people can write songs, let's see if I can. So the first 400 or 500 wound up on the floor somewhere. Then I wrote one called Melissa. Gregg Allman
Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you're trying to say on stage. Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier. Bruce Springsteen
It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people. Stevie Nicks
When you sit down and think about what rock 'n' roll music really is, then you have to change that question. Played up-tempo, you call it rock 'n' roll; at a regular tempo, you call it rhythm and blues. Little Richard
If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time. Janis Joplin
I just managed to convince my grandmother that it was a worth while that was something to do, you know, and when I did finally get the guitar, it didn't seem that difficult to me, to be able to make a good noise out of it. Eric Clapton
I always believed in the music we did and that's why it was uncompromising. Jimmy Page
When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance. Freddie Mercury
A familiar theme I read about over and over again.
What amazed me the most was how so many of them gave up everything for their art. And how many of them were social outcasts before they became rock stars. As Bono said at one point in a taped interview, something to the effect of, We’re just doing what we’d be doing anyway, what we’d be doing for free, but now we’re getting ridiculously overpaid for it. The stories were countless about people sleeping in their cars, facing eviction, and just scrambling to make ends meet so they could continue to play. So they could continue to grace us with their gifts of inner knowledge and self-expression.
For them, it was all about the music. For me, it’s all about the words. So it comes as no surprise that my favorite parts of the tour were the handwritten pages of lyrics for songs I’ve listened to through the years. To see them written on their legal pads and spiral notebook pages, scrawled all around the page, words scratched out, paragraphs scratched out, new words written in…alternate words listed to the side…to witness that creative process, to know that a song that touched millions of lives started as just scribblings on a piece of paper…I looked at those, and thought, “That’s how I start my books!” and was inspired.
So this morning I’ve found a few quotes from Hall of Fame Inductees you might enjoy. None truly captures what I want to say, but they’re all good in their own way.
Have a blessed week.
Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can't help but move to it. That's what happens to me. I can't help it.' Elvis Presley
Without a song, each day would be a century. Mahalia Jackson
I said, other people can write songs, let's see if I can. So the first 400 or 500 wound up on the floor somewhere. Then I wrote one called Melissa. Gregg Allman
Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you're trying to say on stage. Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier. Bruce Springsteen
It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people. Stevie Nicks
When you sit down and think about what rock 'n' roll music really is, then you have to change that question. Played up-tempo, you call it rock 'n' roll; at a regular tempo, you call it rhythm and blues. Little Richard
If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time. Janis Joplin
I just managed to convince my grandmother that it was a worth while that was something to do, you know, and when I did finally get the guitar, it didn't seem that difficult to me, to be able to make a good noise out of it. Eric Clapton
I always believed in the music we did and that's why it was uncompromising. Jimmy Page
When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance. Freddie Mercury
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Keep Clicking to Make a Difference in 2009
When life's problems seem overwhelming, look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself fortunate. ~Ann Landers
I'm still clicking away daily at the Hunger/Literacy/Breast Cancer/Child Health/Animal Rescue/Rainforest site. It really helps, getting that daily reminder, which any of the sites you choose to click on will gladly send you. I just happened to click on the animal rescue link, so that's who sends me my daily email.
What was really neat, was one day when I got my email a few weeks ago I learned that the week's winner of that week's $1000 award from the site was the Days End Farm Horse Rescue Shelter, which is in Lisbon, Maryland. My friend Maggie wrote a romantic suspense novel (Amazon link) about a horse rescue farm, and the villain who wants to sabotage it, and is donating the proceeds from the sale of her book (Wild Rose Press e-book link) to....The Days End Farm Horse Rescue shelter.
Small world, isn't it?
In 2008, people simply clicking on the sites paid for
72.0 million cups of food for the hungry
7577 mammograms
989,957 children to get healthcare
522,292 books for children (over half a million books!)
14,957 acres of rainforest to be saved
and 77.8 million bowls of food for rescued animals
It's such a small thing to do. But what you do makes a difference.
Everything you do makes a difference. There is no kindness in the universe that goes unnoticed.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it - Mary Little
I have this one up in my kitchen, to remind me to take time out and "just be" for a while. I couldn't think of a better quote for this week, when so many of us are preparing to spend Thanksgiving with friends and family and all that entails: the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning, the traveling, the snow shoveling....
Remember to take time out and appreciate why we are all getting together.
In the meantime, we're still clicking over at the Breast Cancer site, and are 52% on our way to our goal.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
I have this one up in my kitchen, to remind me to take time out and "just be" for a while. I couldn't think of a better quote for this week, when so many of us are preparing to spend Thanksgiving with friends and family and all that entails: the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning, the traveling, the snow shoveling....
Remember to take time out and appreciate why we are all getting together.
In the meantime, we're still clicking over at the Breast Cancer site, and are 52% on our way to our goal.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
The ulitmate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children. ~Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I got this quote from the front page of the The Rainforest Site. I blogged about this site a while back, Click to Give Hope. I now get a daily email reminder to click for the rainforest, hunger, literacy, breast cancer, animal rescue and children's health. This morning when I clicked, this quote was on The Rainforest Site, but by the time I got my act together, it was gone, replaced by another. Thankfully, it came around again, so I could copy it :) .
It only takes a minute to click on all six sites, and I want to note that the Breast Cancer Site is having a special click-fest, where they're trying to reach 300 mammograms, so they can help fund a cure with $20,000 through their charitable partner, GreaterGood.org. As of today, they have reached 18% of their goal. Yesterday it was 17%. So every click counts.
Last, but not least, it's time to start thinking of Christmas again. My son and I have decided that instead of giving gifts to each other this year, as we have for the past two years, we will donate what we would have spent to Heifer International, to help fight world hunger.
It's not just about leaving a good world to our children, it's about teaching them how they can help while they are still children, so that lesson carries on to their adulthood and to their children.
Please consider Heifer International in your gift-giving this holiday season. In the meantime, sign up for a daily reminder to click for other worthy causes.
I got this quote from the front page of the The Rainforest Site. I blogged about this site a while back, Click to Give Hope. I now get a daily email reminder to click for the rainforest, hunger, literacy, breast cancer, animal rescue and children's health. This morning when I clicked, this quote was on The Rainforest Site, but by the time I got my act together, it was gone, replaced by another. Thankfully, it came around again, so I could copy it :) .
It only takes a minute to click on all six sites, and I want to note that the Breast Cancer Site is having a special click-fest, where they're trying to reach 300 mammograms, so they can help fund a cure with $20,000 through their charitable partner, GreaterGood.org. As of today, they have reached 18% of their goal. Yesterday it was 17%. So every click counts.
Last, but not least, it's time to start thinking of Christmas again. My son and I have decided that instead of giving gifts to each other this year, as we have for the past two years, we will donate what we would have spent to Heifer International, to help fight world hunger.
It's not just about leaving a good world to our children, it's about teaching them how they can help while they are still children, so that lesson carries on to their adulthood and to their children.
Please consider Heifer International in your gift-giving this holiday season. In the meantime, sign up for a daily reminder to click for other worthy causes.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
On Success, Character, Reviews and Criticism
With thanks to Wendy, who sent most of the gems below along.
I finished the final edits for Ashton's Secret yesterday, sent the manuscript off to be turned into a book. Next time I see it will be in galley form. All I have to do is proof read it, approve the galley and the next step is...a release date!
So this first quote has particular meaning to me, today, although I like them all.
"Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world." --Tom Clancy
"It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does." -- William Faulkner
“From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.” --Isaac Asimov
"Honest criticism is hard to take, particularly from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger." --Franklin Jones
"To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing." --Elbert Hubbard
I finished the final edits for Ashton's Secret yesterday, sent the manuscript off to be turned into a book. Next time I see it will be in galley form. All I have to do is proof read it, approve the galley and the next step is...a release date!
So this first quote has particular meaning to me, today, although I like them all.
"Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world." --Tom Clancy
"It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does." -- William Faulkner
“From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.” --Isaac Asimov
"Honest criticism is hard to take, particularly from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger." --Franklin Jones
"To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing." --Elbert Hubbard
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
Definitions belong to the definer, not the defined.
--Toni Morrison, winner of the Pulitzer Prize and Nobel Prize
--Toni Morrison, winner of the Pulitzer Prize and Nobel Prize
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
When life's problems seem overwhelming, look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself fortunate.
--Ann Landers, columnist
I know I do, each and every day.
God bless and have a great day.
--Ann Landers, columnist
I know I do, each and every day.
God bless and have a great day.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Sunday's Inspirational Quote
When you spend your life doing what you love to do, you are nourishing your Soul. It matters not what you do, only that you love whatever you happen to do.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, psychiatrist and writer
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, psychiatrist and writer
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