PROMPT: What’s my first memory? I can very vividly recall my first memory. I was a baby and had woken up from a nap in my crib. And I just laid there on my back watching the dust particles in the sunlight coming in through the window. I was mind blown. I had no idea what these dust particles were and desperately needed to know. I don't know how long I laid there mesmerized, but it felt like a long time. I suppose I'm still laying on my back, trying to understand life around me. What about ya'll? Answer the prompt in the comments. What was your first memory?
I just wanted to add a short update on Jonah of Olympic, which is overdue but still coming along. I polished up Chapter 29 and wrote Chapter 30 this week. On Monday to be precise. It's coming along, it just happens to be the longest work I've ever done. That, and combined with going back to school, it's been fickle keeping my schedule. I do have hopes to get the first draft and beta readership finished this year, though. Everybody cross their fingers with me. It's hard to believe we're already looking at summer in the near distance. Stay cool kids.
I've always seemed to struggle reading a lot of books. I look around at the number of books some people read a year and I'm blown away. I used to credit it to being a slow reader, but I later proved that wasn't the problem. I just didn't understand why I struggled with reading books so much. That said, I read a lot. All the time. A lot of non-fiction in short form, like articles or blog posts. It was books, and especially fiction ones, where I struggled most. It was always so frustrating because I love reading and always want to be reading more. My son, who is autistic, has been amazing at reading but over the past few years has transitioned to reading mostly with audio. Some of it is confidence I think as reading out loud can be embarrassing or what have you. But his struggle and transition to audio made me realize maybe that was part of my problem. Audiobooks. I first started with trying out audiobooks. I read through several short sto
I haven't quite developed a plan for blogging yet but I am working on it. Some bloggers post daily, others weekly. Others monthly still. I want to do at least weekly, I've decided. But that doesn't mean every post is going to be a well-executed article. Some will be short and to the point. Like this one.
On February 7, 2007, I started the Tales from Babylon blog. It was to be my author's blog and has been good to me for 15 years. In the beginning it started as a Blogger blog but I moved hosts a lot, always maintaining the content I had created. I never started over. But after 15 years, I've decided to revamp and start over. I'm excited, but it's bittersweet to be saying goodbye to the old ways. The truth is I had always struggled with a direction in how to go with my blog and my posting had always been haphazard. Part of the reboot is to remedy that without having a backlog of confusion. Some of the old content is truly evergreen and those posts I will look to repurpose and share here. But moving foward you will hopefully notice a more personal and organized blog. I want this rendition to be very social and I've tried to design the blog so it feels that way naturally, so feel free to reply in the comments as we go. That said, welcome to the new blog which you can f
PROMPT: Name one thing you have lied to yourself about. Why did you do this? I suffer with bipolar and anxiety, I lie to myself all the time. I lie about big things, like about whether I'm worth anything. I also lie to myself about trivial things; like about how grievous it is to make my own sandwich verses buying one, or how taking a shower and shaving is a long and tedious task, and I don't have time to do such things. It's not easy, but it is super important that no matter how many lies our inner-voice tells us, we use another inner-voice to shout they are not true. It's important to remind ourselves to be in denial of the lies. Otherwise we will let our lies consume our every waking thoughts and lives. We are worth a damn, it's easy to make a sandwich, and we feel better when we look our best. Lies were created to hurt, truth uplifts and breaks chains.