Being in the trenches is supposed to be safe. It's busy and everyone has their place. Yet, you are the one who is stumbling in the dark, unsure of where to go and unsure if your voice is going to matter amongst all the others. Everybody is doing the same things you are...and getting different results. While they are getting the sales and support, you sit in those same trenches, wondering what you did wrong. That was my writing career in March 2020. I had done so much work and

It's not just the autumn season that left me drifting with plenty of colors. It's also the time when I discovered the truth, harvested the results and applied myself to a new life as the spring unfolded. My writing had come to a new season, and it was not letting up anytime soon. If you need an update on what I am talking about, don't read this yet. You can check out parts one, two and three first. Scribe Jeeves and I entered 2015 exhausted. We had been on our own for three y

Sometimes, we feel like we are screaming into a void. Nobody is listening and our infinite frustration echoes into an empty space. But what if you were the void and you were doing the screaming into the silence? What would you do then? #BehindTheScenes here. And today, I am going to talk about the next chapter of my writing journey. If you need to get caught up, you can check out parts one and two. At this point, it was the spring of 2012. I was living in Aroostock County, Ma

In the last #BehindTheScenes in June (which you can access here), I talked about my early writings and how those closest to me always told me my work was never good enough, being a copycat, after an early childhood filled with stories. I remembered two events in my life that silenced me...at least, for the time being. I kept the stories inside of me, not willing to let anyone know about it, lest they mocked me too. This #BehindTheScenes continues the story about how I overcam