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Recently I unplugged from social media and the news. Some people were worried, but there really was no need because it was a good decision. What I didn’t mention was the reason for this sudden change in my daily habits. I’m an empath. If you’re not familiar with that word, basically it means you absorb the emotions of everyone around you. The world is hyper-noisy and you are like an involuntary sponge, soaking up all the grief, fear, and confrontations the Universe has to off

Photo by Viva Luna Studios on Unsplash Tarot for Writers author Corrine Kenner got my attention when she wrote that writers are fortunetellers. I had never thought much about it, but when I read that famous authors like Stephen King and John Steinbeck brainstormed with tarot cards, I decided to try it myself. I had hit a snag with Seaglass Christmas . There was a gaping hole at the end of the manuscript where it is explained why the antagonist did what he did. The problem? I

Dear Santa, Guess where I am? I know you’re busy, so I’ll tell you. I’m at the Candy Cane Writing Workshop at Faith Camp Meeting Grounds and we’re actually writing with real candy canes. Well, not actually. I can’t lie to Santa. They’re really pens that look like candy canes. They were inside the red and white velvet stockings they gave us at the door. Well, maybe they’re not real velvet. Nobody’s told me one way or the other. That is the beginning of a letter that 8-year old

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could just open your medicine cabinet and find a quick fix for Fear, Low Self-Esteem, Rejection, Time Wasting, and Writer’s Block? Keep in mind that I am not a doctor, but I am a writing muse, which grants me an automatic “license” to share what has worked for me: Fear Like writing good stories, courage is an ability that all writers must develop. It takes courage to study the world and write what you see and hear. It takes courage to follow y

My husband knows better than to ask me how I slept the night before. Inevitably, I tell him about yet another crazy dream I’ve had. Inevitably, he wears that same forced smile as I recount my adventures in a few long breaths. Once I dreamt about lions in hotels. That’s totally normal, right? I was hosting a writers conference (location unknown) and I was staying in the same hotel as the attendees. In this hotel, there were live lions in the closets—one per guest room. Anyway,

Some years ago, my father, grandmother, and Jag, our beloved cat, died within a few months of each other. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. A very big truck. For about a six-month period, I honestly didn't know how I managed to get from Point A to Point B. The pain was quite intense at first, and then my body went numb, my feet felt like they were sloshing through the thickest mud, and I was getting absolutely nowhere. For me, the world had lost its luster, its color,