Tag Archives: Music

I FEEL YOUR PAIN

I view my songs as gifts and accept that I must “birth them” when they come to me – even if it can sometimes be extremely inconvenient. Despite having so many ideas of things to work on this past week, when I picked up my guitar I felt the emotional pain of Jason’s impending death day. That led to the discovery of a new song. Continue reading

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I GO TO PLACES THAT HEAL ME

I have not written for a stretch because I have been concentrating on finishing my book. I am my own production company, as I create all of my own spoken audio recordings, vocals, images, written stories, and book design format. I have been submitting query letters to try and obtain a literary agent. At the same time as I tackle such a daunting task, I am also writing new material for my second book and composing new songs. I have set no deadline and I make sure to see both of my parents at least twice a week, with separate visits. My parents are managing and things are fairly calm for the moment. Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 3

I have written a new introduction for my book, which I am sharing with this story. Although I will occasionally write updates regarding my parents’ condition, my focus now is to complete my book with it’s accompanying music. I know that will keep me very busy, but I love what I am doing! Continue reading

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SO MANY YEARS WENT BY

There are not many things about being younger that I long for. I far prefer my current life. I also believe feeling doubtful and uncertain is poison to the soul. There is nothing more inspiring for me than believing in myself. I wrote this story; because there were few words to describe the euphoria I felt when I saw my college art teacher, Nancy, after at least twenty years. If I could describe my emotion, it would be amazement that my teacher was certain my future was limitless and success was just around the corner for me. Yesterday, I had that exact same feeling as I faced my former teacher in my studio! She sat in a chair across from me while I serenaded her on my guitar. Upon the walls of my studio were many of my paintings. At the age of fifty-one, I could enjoy the knowledge that all of my artistic ventures came true. Continue reading

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