Never Give Up

Never Give Up

Have you ever given up on a dream because you felt it was impossible to achieve?

I did once, and quite frankly, I was never more miserable.

When I almost gave up

When I first graduated college, I dreamed of landing a position as a professional writer. I searched high and low in every classified’s section and online job portal I could find to uncover that gem of a job where I’d spend my days typing out words people would want to read.

I envisioned opportunities would come rolling into my life when I graduated college.  Yeah, well, opportunities for writing professionals weren’t exactly taking up columns, let alone even a sentence of space, in any of the searches I conducted.

My naive self took this to mean my dreams were over. I decided to give up on the dream. I would never be a writer. The opportunities didn’t exist for inexperienced people like myself.

I took my crushed vision, and ventured out on a more realistic romp through the classifieds. Two months after my search began, I landed a job as a Senior Operations Associate in a financial company. I walked into that tall building, with its mirrored windows and perfectly manicured bushes and lawns with a knot in my throat each day, and walked out with frustrated tears rolling down my cheeks each evening.

I lasted eighteen months in that torture chamber, and I honestly think it shaved off a good ten years of my life.

Never give up

Why was I so miserable? I wanted to be a creative writer, not to be a monetary wizard. Where others found gratification, I found a straight path to dissatisfaction. I hated dealing with other people’s money and the tantrums that often accompanied those dealings.

Why did I put up with it?

It paid the bills. Good ole money kept me shackled to a career that likely gave me my first strand of gray hair.

I needed the green bills, and this company gave them to me. I had a new, shiny, red car in the driveway and a charming apartment in the city of Providence. I succumbed to the comfort of having a steady paycheck, which resulted in many sleepless nights spent wallowing in useless self-pity and drowning in relentless tears. The need for money was my obstacle. It forced me on a path that I didn’t want to take and made me give up on my dream. 

Dammit I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to walk off that graduation stage and walk into the large doors of a publishing house where I could work my way up the ladder of literary heaven. I had no idea what kind of writer I wanted to be. I just wanted to make a living writing something purposeful and engaging. For all I knew, I would’ve been thrilled writing the copy on the backside of a cereal box. It wouldn’t have mattered. I just wanted to write. I didn’t want to give up!

Comparisons

When I measured my dream against my reality the two were remotely off. The problem was that there were few positions available as a writer that did not require solid experience—something I did not have. There seemed to be no answer–no way to “break in.”

I thought I was doomed to a life of crunching numbers instead of expressing myself through the written word.

Then, one day, a light bulb turned on in my brain telling me not to give up.

When I got the message not to give up

While on a long hike, I vented to a dear friend. She then turned to me and asked, “But, isn’t a writer supposed to write?”

I tripped over her question, knowing with every morsel of my being that her words echoed truth. But fueled by my laborious trek up the mountain and a biting need to defend myself, I answered quite hastily, “I don’t have time to waste on foolish dreams. How am I supposed to carve out time to write when I have to concentrate on cleaning, grocery shopping, and oh yeah, working?”

Her patient reply was, “How can you foolishly waste time on work that kills your soul?”

I pressed on up to the ridge of that mountain. The fog hung thick and dense, choking off the last bit of reason in my heart. With each step up that unforgiving rocky mountainside, I allowed self-doubt to trample on my friend’s beautiful argument. Finally, breathless and irritated, I barked out, “I have no experience as a writer.” My words echoed through the trees, slamming back against me with a force too powerful to brush away.

My friend held silent until we ascended to the top of that mountain. Then she said, “You have no experience? Well, go get some then. Surely someone needs a writer just as surely as a soup kitchen needs servers and children need mentors. Write to help others, and pathways will open to you.”

I took a good wide view of the tree-dotted landscape below, breathing fully for the first time in ages. I felt the unmistakable nudge I had needed since I first dreamed of becoming a writer. Yes. I would go get some experience dammit! I would volunteer to gain my experience.

And so began my writing journey.

I left that soul-sucking job and worked as a hairstylist in a beautiful day spa, a position that brought me not only joy but endless ideas for characters and stories. Through those years, I volunteered writing articles for a local animal advocates group to help educate the public on issues pertaining to domesticated animals. Simultaneously, I began volunteering my time to write articles for hair salon trade magazines to help educate stylists around the globe on ways to market and build their businesses. Eventually, I discovered the writer inside, one who eventually discovered a passion for writing novels that depicted real life struggles and brought a sense of empowerment to love and friendship.

Stepping away from something that sucks the life out of you to discover what breaths that life back in is both scary and exhilarating.

I’ve learned that to stand for something requires action.

If you want to be a writer, you must write. If you want to be a painter,  you must paint. If you want to be an actor, you must act. You can’t just talk about it. You must do it. Never give up. Often times that path opens up by our willingness to forge a new one where one didn’t exist before.

Did you give up on a dream because you felt it was impossible to achieve? What is one action you can take today to create an opportunity to make it happen? Please share so we can brainstorm. Don’t you dare give up! 

Snap Out of Apathy

Snap Out of Apathy

Ever have one of those days when you wake up with a list of plans but you just don’t want to do any of them? You walk down the stairs and land in your living room, staring at your sofa like it’s the next best thing to a Caribbean vacation. You contemplate the mental list of things you wanted to get started on that day and laugh at them. The couch is calling. The television is already tuned in to what looks like a marathon day of an addictive reality show you’ve been meaning to check out. Coffee is brewed and waiting to be poured into an oversized mug. You test out the sofa, fluffing the pillows and tossing a blanket on your lap to protect against any spilling from your oversized mug of java.

Oh heck, what’s an hour? The tasks can wait.

Apathy Setting In

One hour turns into five episodes of this new reality television show. Now, you’re tired and can’t possibly energize enough to do anything on that long list you drafted the day before. You may as well just finish watching this marathon and grab another cup of coffee.

Feel guilty when you have such a day? Don’t. This is downtime, and it’s necessary for the health of the soul. When you have to be concerned is when this drags on for longer than a day. Then, it might be a case of apathy.

There is a difference between downtime and apathy. Downtime, especially when planned, is beneficial because you take a concerted effort to not do tasks for the purpose of rest. Apathy, on the other hand, is not something anyone plans and is described as a lacking of concern, emotion, excitement, and motivation.

 

Apathy will suck a person into its vortex quickly

Most people experience apathy at some point. Who hasn’t glazed over when surfing the internet, watching mindless television, or staring up at a ceiling when she should be working instead?

Admittedly, I’ve experienced a day or two, here and there, of not caring about things I should be caring about. On such days, I find myself wasting time doing things like checking and rechecking Facebook, Twitter and Google Plus way more than one person ever should. I gravitate toward Internet surfing when I should be working on something important like a new blog post, a chapter in a book, a vlog, or any other work-related activity.

Why apathy happens

Well, experts say apathy can be caused by a person feeling overwhelmed with goals that seem out of reach. Goal-driven people who get pummeled with obstacles that make it hard, if not impossible, to see the ultimate attainment of the goal, can slip into the black hole of apathy rather easily. Because apathy is a precursor to depression, it’s really important to understand it and find ways to overcome it.

I find whenever I lose my footing and slip closer to the edge of apathy’s grip, making a change to my routine snaps me back to a healthy state very quickly. This past week, I felt the glaze start to take over and fog my mind.

A little background on me and apathy: I know my trigger. I’m addicted to goals, and I’m in the middle of writing my novel, The Dance, and trying to get a new business writing venture off the ground at the same time. Whenever on pursuit of a goal, I tend to get a little nervous that I won’t be able to achieve what I set out to accomplish. I think my system starts to go a little batty and goes into a rebellious state of apathy to protect itself from my crazy ideals!

Well, I don’t have time for that. What goal addict does?

I’m no stranger to the onset of apathetic emotions. Just like I know my trigger, I also know my cure. Isn’t that the power? I have the antidote. For me, even a subtle change in life can snap me out of apathy.

So this past week, as I was starting to glaze over on my fifth entry back into my Facebook newsfeed, I looked around my office and had an idea. I’d been sitting in my office, viewing the same wall and artwork for too long to be good. The pulse to change my view pumped me right up off my chair and straight into action mode.

I rounded up three very strong colleagues and together we moved desks, tables, lamps, and shelving. In about thirty minutes, I sat in my new office digs and felt a resurgence of creativity energy.

I am not sure if it’s the new way my lamps are reflecting off my walls, or the angle of my monitor in relation to door, or the openness of my new floor plan that did the trick. But I have to tell you, that thirty minutes erased all traces of apathy.

Squash apathy

It’s been about a week since I’ve rearranged, and I’m feeling my groove again.

In my years of dealing with this emotion, I’ve made many changes. I’ve taken up new hobbies like oil painting, playing the piano, taking guitar lessons, learning how to speak Spanish, trying new routes to my office, sliding my morning routine around, and adding in new exercise routines. Even small changes can make a huge impact, and help reignite a spark.

Have you experienced apathy, and if so, what is your go-to way of pulling up out of it?

Consider speaking with a professional therapist if you are not able to pull out of it. Oftentimes having a professional to talk to can help give you more power and perspective.

Create and Awesome Book Title

Create and Awesome Book Title

One of the first steps I take before I write a single word of a novel is to create a working title. It keeps me excited as I journey into the new world I’m creating, and also gives the project a sense of realism. With every book I’ve written, the working title became the ultimate title. Except for this one time… Let me explain.

When I wrote my eighth novel, as typical, I began to promote it months out from it even getting into the hands of my beta readers. I had named it Picture Perfect, and touted that working title all over social media. My readers began talking about Picture Perfect on their newsfeeds, asking me questions about it, and really helping to build up buzz for its eventual release. All sounds great, right?

Critical Feedback on a Book Title

Well, here is what happened – one of my beta readers told me she didn’t like the title. I love my beta readers, and rely heavily on them for direction at the pre-editing stages. This feedback affected me in two ways.

Firstly, I cringed at the thought of having to change the title at this stage because I had marketed it so much already. I talked about Picture Perfect in interviews, blogs, on my website, and all over my newsfeeds. To rename this, and communicate this renaming, would take enormous effort.

Secondly, on a totally different tangent, I felt empowered that I could change the direction of this novel in such a dramatic way just by changing the title.

Be Flexible wiht a Book Title

A working title is just that, a title that keeps us working. I can’t say this enough – be flexible with it and be willing to change it. Also, be open to criticism on it. In fact, seek out critical feedback. Weigh it objectively. Play devil’s advocate with it. Don’t let your emotions rule your actions with something as critical as your work. You want to put your best out there, and to do that takes self-control to avoid the toxicity of self-preservation. Toss defenses to the side and listen to what people are saying. Is the feedback valid? If it is, let it sink in and do something valuable with this feedback.

The reason my beta reader didn’t like the title Picture Perfect was because it was prosaic and left no room for imagination. The title, in essence, told a story in and of itself that left no mystery. A story should have turmoil, conflict, and hold the reader captive with its lure of what might be or what might not be. The title didn’t match the story anymore. The story was not picture perfect. The characters faced tons of conflict that far dismissed any such nonsense of being ideal and perfect. The title simply didn’t live up to the story. It didn’t match the book. It didn’t grab her attention.

She painted a picture for me:

“If I were in a bookstore looking for a new book to read, and I had never heard of you or read anything by you, I would skip over your book. I wouldn’t even pull it off the shelf, because the title doesn’t say anything to me. It sounds idealistic and hopelessly romantic. It sounds like it is going to be a fluff story, not the soul-searching journey that is your story.”

After receiving this feedback, my gut told me this: My first step in marketing is to grab readers’ attention, and if my title does not hook the reader, I’m not going to accomplish that.

Jump into Book Title Mode

I needed to rename my book. My first reaction – ugh. I was done writing the book. Now was the time to pour myself a glass of sangria and kick up my feet. I wanted to celebrate the end of my fun journey frolicking through the brambles of literary landscapes, not recreate one of the most vital parts of the novel.

After I moaned and groaned for a few minutes, I got serious. I set aside my sangria, planted my feet back on the ground, and jumped into creative mode.

I would not come up for air until the perfect title struck.

I decided to make a list of concepts and emotions – words, phrases, fragments – that my title should convey. My lead character was on a journey to find herself, to find her value, and to understand her place in the world. She needed to understand how she related to her lover, her former lover, her friends, her career, and most importantly her inherent desires. So some of the ideas I listed included:

Journey | Dreams | Starting somewhere | Taking the first step

Removing comfort | Banishing routine | Opting out of stability

Taking that risk | Fork in the road | Start and the journey begins

Life doesn’t happen until you let go

I stared at this list for several minutes, letting each concept filter off the page and take up flight in my subconscious mind. The theme of a journey to somewhere formed, and connected to my book’s overall theme. As if the curtains of my mind opened and allowed the bright sunshine to cast its rays onto sleepy synapses in my brain, the title popped into my mind – The Journey Somewhere. It not only carried a bit of mystery, it also invited the reader to determine for herself what that journey started out as and what it evolved into.

How to Brainstorm a Book Title

When brainstorming a book title, aim to play to potential readers’ emotions and to spark their curiosity.

A great title must at the very least reflect the story’s content, create intrigue, and elicit an emotional response.

Short and snappy titles have proven to be successful. Not only do they fit on the spine of a book without effort, but they also tend to be memorable.

Whether you’re creating your book title prior to planning out your novel or after you’ve already written it, here is a technique that will spark fresh ideas.

This is what you’ll need: A magazine and a computer.

  • For ten minutes, select a keyword or phrase from as many headlines in the magazine as you can and type them out in a column.
  • Make a second column. For ten additional minutes, repeat this exercise selecting different keywords or phrases.

Now comes the fun part.

  • Make a third column, and rearrange keywords and phrases from each column to make a unique title.

This is how I came up with my title for my third novel, Tangerine Twist.

After I planned out the story, I needed a working title. I wanted something that would represent the name of a special guitar my lead character’s grandfather had given to her at a pivotal time in her life. When I saw tangerine and twist written together it clicked. I thought, what a cool name for a guitar!

Here comes a little extra notation on this title. Later on, I went to wash my hands and realized the bottle of hand soap on my sink was named Tangerine Twist. Fate? I like to think a little bit of fate was at play (smiles).

Toss some of your book titles in the comments!

How to Deal with Rude People

How to Deal with Rude People

I ventured out for a walk at work the other day excited to enjoy a relaxing hour listening to birds chirp and indulging in the warmth of the bright sunshine. Well, what my ears heard and my eyes saw did not excite my senses as I had planned. In fact, the complete opposite happened because of a rude stranger. I think what made me more upset was not so much the rude behavior, but how I let it affect me. 

Rude Awakening

I began my beautiful walk around the university campus loop with a springy stride, swinging my arms and smiling broadly at the greenery and happy families passing me en route to a Lacrosse tournament. As I walked forward on a sidewalk that comfortably fits four people across, a family of four walked towards me. Mom walked on one side, the teens in the center (heads bowed as they thumbed on their cellphones) and the dad on the other side, directly in my path.

Side note: Pedestrian etiquette in America is to follow the rules of the road. Drive on the right-hand side of the road, walk on the right-hand side of the sidewalk. If you’re a large group, don’t hog the entire sidewalk. The person in the direct path of an oncoming pedestrian should move behind their party for safety reasons.

As I walked toward them, I expected the dad to abide by the pedestrian etiquette and move behind his family to allow for me, the oncoming pedestrian, to have room to continue safely on my current path. Well, as we neared each other, he was not moving. Here’s where I get a little stubborn. I didn’t move either. To move, I would’ve had to walk in the street, risking my life. He finally moved over at the last second.  And then, when I traveled a safe enough distance away from them, he yelled, “You could’ve said excuse me!”

Oh?! My inner defenses rose to the surface. As more derogatory words shot out of his mouth, I felt an urgent need to teach this man the rules. I wanted to yell back at him and ask if he’d allow a stranger to treat his daughters as he was treating me. But, even from the distance, I could see the smoldering anger rising from his aura as if he was right and I was completely delusional. In a flash, I envisioned a terrible scene where he launched that anger at me in the form of a fist and a shove into oncoming traffic. 

There would be no talking sense to this rude person.

What really got me was that he believed he was well within his rights to knock a woman into the street to make room for himself.  It boggled my mind. It still does. The clear and simple rule of society tells us to not be rude, yet, not everyone abides by it.

My biggest mistake was that I took his rude behavior personally. I allowed that man to ruin my mood instantly. I gave him that power. I can’t take back that time I lost concerned over the actions of someone outside of myself.

To take a stranger’s actions personally is futile.

What can we do when faced with rude people? Here are a few tips:

Check Yourself

In retrospect, could’ve you done something differently to prevent a person from reacting with rudeness? Perhaps I could’ve stated a friendly warning to alert him I was going to stay in my lane. In the future, I am likely to do this!

Stay Calm

Territorial defenses have an uncanny way of pushing sense out of the way to pave the way for righting a wrong. To prevent a loss of control, create a plan that you must count to five before allowing words to spill out of your mouth in such a situation. Giving yourself those critical seconds can help you be more proactive rather than reactive.

Control Your Actions

Realize that you are not responsible for another person’s actions. Therefore, you cannot control those actions. You can only control your own. You have one hundred percent control over how you react to someone’s actions. There is great power in that notion. You can choose to view the person’s rudeness as his/her problem, instead of yours.

Keep Your Dignity

The fastest way to escalate a situation and put yourself in danger is to give in to the urge to yell at someone who has been rude. Don’t let someone provoke you into a screaming match. Walk away from a rude person, even if he/she is still talking to or screaming at you. Take the high road! 

Stay Friendly

Don’t let someone else’s rude behavior turn you into someone equally as rude. A great way to diffuse an escalating situation is to respond with a kind heart, even if it feels incredibly ridiculous to do so. Sometimes a person may just be having a very bad day and you’re unfortunately in the firing zone. This is a classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, perhaps by being friendly, you can help the person calm down and actually help him/her right a wrong.

Over to you. Do you have a strategy that has been successful when dealing with rude people?

6 Ways to Boost a Mood

6 Ways to Boost a Mood

We’ve all had a morning or two (or many) when we’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed and understand that until we change our attitude, the avalanche of heavy feelings will continue to pound us until we can either outrun it or sidestep it and let it roll on by.

I’ll speak candidly here by confessing that waking up on the wrong side of the bed doesn’t happen often to me, but when it does, watch out! Ha

In those moments, I wish I could walk away from myself. The weight of a bad mood is suffocating. I typically stand under a stream of hot water and beg for a magic wand to zap it away. The last thing I want to do is drag around the weight of a negative attitude the entire day.

On the odd days I wake up like this, the first thing I usually do is try to figure out what’s causing it. In fact, I jump into obsessive mode which only serves to aggravate the stress hormones even more! Typically, I have no idea why I feel irritated. It could be the result of a bad night’s sleep, a poor dinner choice from the night before, or a misread signal from someone.

Thankfully what I do know is that it’s temporary.

It is possible to boost a mood.

None of us are immune to yucky feelings. We all get them. Some people just seem to navigate such waves with ease. It doesn’t mean their struggles are any lighter. It just means they have a process for dealing with the ebb and flow of positive and negative emotions.

I love processes. They bring order to chaos. They empower me with a sense of control. They arm me with strategic actions that keep me moving forward in those times it would be so easy to just stay stuck in the muck and wallow. Hell, I don’t want to spend my time wallowing. I want to keep charging forward.

I want a process for when a bad mood strikes!

So, what to do? I set out to discover one by asking a few people what they do to boost a mood.

Here’s what they offered:

10 Minute Vent Period

When I wake up in a bad mood, instead of taking it out on someone else, I take it out on my journal. I give myself 10 minutes to vent. I write feverishly getting all of my feelings onto that paper. I typically find the reason for my bad mood in those 10 minutes. Seeing my feelings written out frees me. I no longer have to carry the weight of my words. They are safely tucked into the pages of my journal, unjudging.

Hit the gym

I literally work out the kinks of a bad mood through rigorous exercise. I pound my feet into the floor, punch a bag, crunch my abs, and challenge my heart to go full steam ahead. When I put my all into a workout under these circumstances, I have no room for bad feelings afterwards. They leave my system on the beads of sweat and evaporate once they’ve exited my body. Whatever bad vibes came in with me are no longer attached after a workout.

Perform a random act of kindness

When I’m feeling grumpy, I make a conscience effort to go out of my way to do something nice for someone else. How can you remain in a bad mood when you’re helping to make another person feel great? It’s impossible.

Turn to funny videos

Nothing pulls me from a bad mood like a funny video. YouTube is like a playground full of them. Laughing makes me happy. It never makes me feel bad. So, logic points me to YouTube on such mornings.

Sing your heart out

A bad mood just gets worse the more I think about it. My mind is like a runaway train when it gets stuck. The only way to get off that track and onto a better one for me is to change the frequency. I change it by putting on one of my favorite tunes and singing until I feel good. Doesn’t usually take more than a song or two.

Breathe deeply

When I used to suffer from panic attacks, I used a technique of tightening my muscles for five seconds and then releasing the tension. I’d do a few rotations of this technique until the feeling of panic subsided. I won back control over my body through this technique. When a bad mood strikes, I apply the same technique. Within a few rotations, I am back in control and replacing that foul mood with one that makes me feel a whole lot better.

Your turn. What’s your favorite way to boost a mood?

Adventure with Honeybees

Adventure with Honeybees

On my last encounter with a beehive, I tripped, tumbled, and screamed my way down a grassy hill in a mad attempt to outrun an angry swarm of yellow jacket bees. By the time I landed in my mother’s arms, I had suffered fifteen bee stings in my butt! I was ten and impregnated with a new fear in an instant. As I sat in a bathtub of tomato juice to calm the stings, I sobbed and swore I’d never EVER get near another one of those angry, carnivorous bees again.

Etched into my mind for several decades to follow was this innocent misunderstanding that those bees represented all bees, and therefore all bees were angry and armed to sting if I so much as breathed in their direction.

Then one day, I heard whispers that the honeybees were disappearing mysteriously. I’m embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t made the HUGE distinction between yellow jackets and honeybees until that moment, long after entering adulthood.

I grew a healthy respect and admiration for honeybees at that point, as well as a love for their most delicious by-product, honey. I began devouring honey at glutinous rates. I poured that delightful treat on everything from coffee to toast.

Then, about a year ago, that admiration turned into a healthy obsession to understand this magnificent creature even more. I was sitting in my living room, flipping through some TedTalk videos, when I came across one presented by Dr. Marla Spivak, Why Bees are Disappearing

When the video ended, I immediately knew I wanted to learn much more about honeybees and what I could do as an individual to help save them. I also knew that one day I would write a novel featuring these magnificent beings. Dr. Spivak offered several key ways a person could immediately help save bees. She suggested planting wild flowers and avoiding the use of pesticides and insecticides. I knew I had a lot to learn, and thus one day I’d have a lot to share.

I contacted Dr. Spivak and she referred me to an insightful book, Lessons From the Hive written by a fellow Entomology expert, Mark L. Winston. I absorbed every ounce of information he offered. Then, I furthered my research by contacting a local organic beekeeper at Sweet Artisans Apiary in MD. I sat down with Steve and Kathy Sweet (yes, their last name is so cool and fitting!) and they educated me on everything and anything honeybees. When they spoke, they did so with a love kindred to that of a parent talking about their child. They consider their bees family. The admiration and respect they have for them caused my eyes to tear as I listened to them for four hours on that first encounter.

They later invited me back to their apiary to help them place their pollen collector trays in their hives. Talk about a rush! With the silly, ignorant fears of the past long gone, I suited up in their garage and then entered the apiary – a newfound paradise to my senses. The bees buzzed, danced, and went about their business of maintaining the hive as I stood a curious onlooker to their fascinating lives. Did you know that if you lean in close enough to the honeycomb hive, you can feel the wind from their wings?

I started writing The Dance immediately following this visit. Here’s a quick summary: The Dance is a dramatic story that deals with friendship, mentorship, and love. A beekeeper and an overwhelmed woman who is thrown into the thrusts of being a single parent to her teenaged daughter after her spouse dies, learn to dance around life’s ups and downs as they come face-to-face with the many parallels between them and the honeybees they begin to nurture together.

Here’s a little peek into my apiary visit adventure.