A fellow Love Inspired Historical author shared her thoughts on this topic and it got me to thinking what I would say were the 5 best moments in my life as a writer. (Check her blog here:

http://prairiechickswriteromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/victoria-bylins-five-best-moments-as.html

It was fun thinking of these. I had no trouble thinking of 10. In no particular order…

1. A workshop where I learn something new, or am challenged to be better at what I know. Case in point, a recent workshop at the RWA chapter in Calgary with speaker, Mary Balogh, where I was was inspired by her talk about putting passion into our writing. Thank you, Mary.

 2. Another favorite writing moment is when I discover the heart of my story. Ah ha, I say. So that’s what it’s all about. After days, weeks, months of agony, I get it. I have something more than this.

 3. I finish a first draft. I am wrung out, ready for a break but rejoicing it is done. Or at least ready for further work.

4. I’ve sent something away to my editor. It’s at the courier. The first stop after that is to the florist where I buy myself a bouquet like this.

 5. Signing a contract. What can I say? It’s great to know that a few more stories have been approved and I have work for a few more months.

6. Finding characters who come alive and tell me what they want and why that makes it impossible to fall in love with the hero or heroine I’ve found for them. Of course I am going to prove they are wrong in thinking that. They will end up together after all.

7. One of the best things about writing is my writer friends. I have two special CPs (critique partners) that I can reach out to via email or telephone. There are lots more friends all over that I appreciate so much.

8. A good writing day. I try to have a Super Tuesday when I concentrate on writing all day.  It’s great to see the pages add up.

 9. Seeing my book cover. Especially if it is a good one.

10. Getting my my first hot-off-the press copies via courier. A boxful arrives on my doorstep. I love it.

That’s it. I could go on but this is enough for you to see how much I like my job. (Except for the days I don’t because none of the above are happening.)

I hope you all enjoy your job too. You do, right?

Easter, spring, hope, renewal–what a wonderful time of year. Good Friday and we remember Christ’s death. On Easter Sunday we will celebrate his resurrection and all that means to us.

I wondered what I could post for Easter then remembered the postcards.

When my husband and I had been married a couple of years, we made arrangements to buy the family farm. His parents moved out of the big old house and we moved in and inherited fifty years of stuff. The house has under the eaves closets that ran the length of the room–still full. It has a full basement used mostly for storage and still full. It has an attic. This wasn’t the sort of attic where you go play and explore remnants of past years. This attic was reached by a ladder and boxes were shoved through it to later be dealt with. Later never came. We found lots of junk and a few treasures.

Among the treasures, mixed in with the junk, were postcards. Old postcards. It appeared that postcards were once as popular as phonecalls and emails. The collection forms a wonderful document of buildings a century ago. And as today, the seasons were remembered. I thought I’d share a few of the Easter postcards. Enjoy.

Enjoy the season. Enjoy your family. Most of all enjoy the blesesings of Easter.

He is risen. He is risen indeed.

I confess to having endured a bad spell of discouragement. Thankfully, it was short. But for that bit of time I wanted to give up writing. In fact, I had decided I would. (The feeling lasted about 24 hours.) I guess I’m not alone in occassional bouts of discouragment. Dale Carnegie says, “Develop success from failures. Discouragment and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to sucess.” Thanks for the assurance but couldn’t there be another way?

I had lunch with a writing friend this week and she told me she had given up writing after a discouraging rejection. She’d packed up every bit of writing stuff–manuscript pages, how-to books, notes…everything. Put it all in boxes and hauled it down to the basement. In fact, she considered giving away her computer and turning her little office into something more practical. A spare bedroom or a nice private sitting area. It lasted two days and then she was downstairs digging through the boxes looking for notes on a story that she was pretty sure she could write. Funny, maybe? But only if you don’t go through those dark times.

Mary Anne Racmacher has writing a book, Courage Doesn’t Always Roar. In it she says, ‘Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is a little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.’ ‘Courage is the willingness to aspire, reach and again believe in the promises of tomorrow.’ And ‘It take courage to reinvent dreams.” 

Someone has said success is picking yourself up one more time than you fall down. A long journey in the WRITE direction in my case.

‘Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.’ Dan Rather.

‘I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.’ Frank Lloyd Wright. (Interesting that his last name is Wright.)

‘Energy and persistence conquer all things.’ Benjamin Franklin. (How many times did he fail to create a light bulb before he succeeded? Some say he experimented with 3000 different theories.)

‘Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it, boldnes has genius, power and magic in it.’ Attributed to Goethe.

And so I pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again. Or as Vincent Van Gogh said, ‘In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.’ According to my research, Van Gogh produced more than 1000 drawings in addition to 870 paintings, 150 watercolors, and 133 letter sketches.

 (information from this site.http://www.vggallery.com/drawings/main_az.htm) Mind you, if you study Van Gogh’s life you might not find it such an inspiration. He suffered ill-fated romances, cut off part of his ear in a fit of anger and finally shot himself ‘for the good of all.”  Perhaps I’ll limit myself to finding encouragement in his work rather than his life.

On the other hand, I can find encouragement in something as simple as a dandelion.  I once wrote a poem called Dandelion Love, and no I won’t subject you to it (even if I could find a copy). But the message was roses are too fragile, I want a love that is as stubborn, tenacious and unstoppable as a dandelion which pokes up through cracks in the pavement and waves its cheery head from ever corner and crevise.

I also find encouragement in the scriptures. Is. 40:31 ‘… but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint.’

So what do you do when discouragement hits? What things encourage you and get you over the dark period? I’d love to hear what works for you.

It’s our Canadian Thanksgiving and there is so much to be thankful for from health to home to family. My list is too long to put it all here but just a few things to remind me how wonderful life is: 

Paints come in all colors.

Grass is green and cool.

Leaves are golden and crunch underfoot.

Christmas comes once a year which is quite enough.

I have internet and email without which  my world would seem very small.

Grapes are available year round–trivial yet very important.

A baby’s smiles and hugs.

Love.

The smell of sweet clover.

Coffee shops. Again trivial but enjoyable.

Permapress cotton. Not so trivial when I think how many hours my mother spent ironing.

Paved highways.

Eyeglasses– without which I would be blind.

Church–a source of weekly encouragment.

Grandchildren. What can I say? If you have them you know what I mean. If you don’t, you can’t understand this special joy. It’s like being able to parent RIGHT this time because it’s all about love and approval.

Paris. Yup. I got to see Paris and I am so thankful.

Cold water.

Bird song.

Books–both to write and to read.

Smoke-free businesses.

Telephones–my loved ones are truly just a touch away. (touch tone calling).

Fresh vegetables–year round. I remember graving fresh and green every spring as a kid.

There are so many. What would make it to your gratitude list?