Brief Update

Hello all!  

Haven’t fallen off the earth. 

Working on a few projects – will provide an update soon – but for the moment I can say that one of the more difficult aspects of being a published author is editing something published years back without judging.

You have to keep reminding yourself it was your best work given information and experience at the time.

I’ve spent the winter months working as the seed beneath hard frost has been working and will soon be ready to share my growth.

Includes

  • Manifestation findings
  • New Projects

Stay tuned.

Music: The Food of Love

Life can be so weird.

Eating lunch and reading The Isle of Future Past, a Dragon Core novel. 

And smirking as I note how easily I’m taken back to various moments of fingers to keyboard for this story.

It’s as if I slip inside my former “writing” self to feel see understand everything felt, seen, and understood at the exact moment I typed the scene.

What’s in a Name?

More than you might think.

For this particular reflection I’ll point out that for me one of the more challenging aspects of the novel is coming up with character names.

First names, surnames, nicknames.

Scenes and character characteristics are easy. 

Say that ten times real fast.

 Imagery of both flow into my consciousness, sometimes before the plot does.

As happened with the Hangover Series.

What stirred this hoopla of cognizance?

Anika.

What’s in a Name?  Seriously?  A lot!

While Anika is a common enough name in certain circles it never was in mine.  

So, where did it come from?

Transitions and the Band.

There came a time when my parents separated.  

My mom, brother, and I moved into a rental townhouse in an incredible school district.  Across from an auto factory it was – I learned from new classmates – the place where the poor people lived.

Wasn’t that kind of them to clue me in?

As I played b-flat clarinet I was more than happy to join the band.

Where along with the other musicians I could tune out life.

So, Anika?

We were a pretty small band.  What I noted immediately, other than the fact we were crammed – an obvious junior high afterthought – into a tiny room barely bigger than a storage closet…

Looking back I suspect it was a storage closet.

was that we had a saxophone player who was a female!

I started band in 4th grade playing drums but the nuns were adamant girls didn’t play drums and went on the war path until I capitulated and switched to clarinet.

I’d wanted to play saxophone after coming to physical exhaustion fighting the nuns but apparently that too was sacrilege and such is how I ended up – thanks to help from my dad – playing b-flat clarinet.

Emotionally and physically exhausted – and a bit heartbroken about not being able to play drums – I was ready to quit band altogether.  Upon hearing this my dad who’d won awards playing piano and who played drums zipped out that night to a music store and brought home a clarinet he put together and handed to me to give a try.

No Nuns But Same BS

Though a public school our conductor was less than enthusiastic about a girl who played saxophone.

When she refused to switch to clarinet or flute like the rest of us girls he tried dissuading her by putting her in the percussion section instead of with the woodwinds.

I will never forget that chin thrust out in defiance even as she was drowned out by the percussionists that included the lone brass player.

Or how succinctly she told him off for doing so.

Her name?

Danika.

I wanted to honor her spirit but didn’t feel comfortable using her name.

Go figure.

Each and every time I read the name Anika in my story I’m taken back to that day and that woman’s spirit

Being different and made to be an outcast not by our self but by someone else’s choice.

A spirit that helped me through a challenging time in my own life; a challenge she had no idea I was going through.

She was like a prickly cactus. We never got to be friends.

It’s a good memory because I still remember her telling him it was a load of shit putting her with the drums and a tuba so she couldn’t be heard.

Note:  I don’t feel I let myself down switching.  I weighed the reality of what I was dealing with and decided my dad’s advice – given years earlier when the nuns were calling me the devil’s child for being left-handed and threatening me if I didn’t switch to right – to pick and choose my battles – was best

My ambidextrous self approves.

After 13 years playing clarinet including Tchaikovsky in orchestra I took up piano and – for a very short time as balm for my soul –  tenor sax. Today I prefer to listen to music than play.

Expressing my creativity with the written word.

A Smidgen of This: Writing Real Life

Just reading Redemption, a Dragon Core novel,and appreciating a scene.

Brought back memories.

I wrote from experience for this one.

In the scene the heroine is explaining to the hero she’s taking a “staycation” to do a bit of painting.

Gilotti’s – core to the plot of the series – are some of my favorite characters to write!

She elaborates she’s behind in unpacking because she spent Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays working.

So colleagues with families could spend time with them.

As did I

Once upon a time.

I drew from this experience for a plot device that fit nicely into the bigger novel picture.

Lived It

It started as a great way to earn money.

I was doing the work of a salaried professional while paid hourly wages.

I didn’t mind.

It was good money!

I was single; they had families.  

I had a lot more flexibility.

It was a great way to learn on the job.

I had to do some quick thinking for some of those emergency (sometimes middle-of-the-night) customer calls.

It became a wonderful yearly tradition.

I connected with customers and coworkers who were in the same boat including some out-of-the-country or from cultures that didn’t observe our holidays.

It played a significant role in becoming a Supply Chain expert.

I fielded calls from people across the globe – including C-suite folks – flabbergasted if not outraged the automotive industry as a whole followed GM’s mandatory 2 week shutdown and that it bled over into tech – and a number of other industries and companies.

When I told my boss at a subsequent employer I was more than happy to work holidays he was thrilled.

Then called me at home to ask what the deal was. There had to be a catch, right? Nope.

Plot Device

Though my character’s industry, along with the region she lives/works in, are different, it was easy to tap real life experience to create a believable scene.

Believable in the explanations if not arguments she gives as to why she’s spending her vacation working.

I have fond memories of those days.

Memories that live on in my work.

And maybe – just maybe – someone somewhere on our big blue marble remembers “that woman” who picked up the phone over the holidays.

And saved their sanity.

I worked Halloweens too.

So they could be home to take their kids Trick-or-Treating

C’est la vie.

Cool song by Emerson Lake & Palmer.

Plot Why Knot: A Piece of the Whole

Untangle this.

Rereadinng Shadow of the Gods.

One of my favorite Dragon Core novels.

I love the characters.

Though I pay attention to every detail character development is a particular passion for me.

Characters are people and the myriad complexities associated with.

A brilliant challenge plucked from life.

A Little Goes a Long Way

Less is more.

Though I’ve included longer snippets  from novels in previous posts I felt – after reading this scene – it did the job nicely.

Illustrating my style.

Context

It’s Christmas

Hey, it’s after Halloween.  Tis the season!

Details

Cayden is a raven shifter.  Mica?  Human.

From Shadow of the Gods.

“I love you, Cayden.”

“If you think -.”

She gave him an understanding smile.  “What I think, Cayden, is that you have nothing from your childhood, though you definitely had one.  You did not hatch from an egg.”

He didn’t appreciate the levity but at least she had his attention.  Or that could have been that she’d unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

Spooky Fun At Work

Happy Halloween Readers and Visitors!  Thought I’d share another “coincidence” and a bit of spooky fun.

In a recent post I mentioned that many times I’ve finished a novel only to see plot devices or the actual plot appear in headlines.

Well after I’ve published the story.

Yesterday I came across another in a string of “Oh look – what a coincidence!” headlines.

Great horned owl caught in barbed wire.

A 2 for 1 deal!

Two books, same series.

Dragon Core.

This series – one of my favorites – centers around the lives loves and adventures of shape-shifters in our midst.

The Headline Connection?

Not only do I use a bird caught in barbed wire as a plot device in Redemption, I have a bird of prey as a significant part of the plot for my favorite in the series Shadow of the Gods.

Though I use a cooper’s hawk, I was inspired to introduce this predator after a barn owl landed on my balcony one night.

It apparently enjoyed  watching us play Scrabble as it stuck around for quite some time, watching unblinkingly.

Experience

A source of inspiration.

There’s a bit of dialogue between Mica and Cayden in the presence of the hawk that was inspired by witnessing how one was showcased at a hotel in Arizona.

I really felt for the bird being stuck with such a grumpy handler.

These are just a few examples of adventures that guide my writing.

The Psi Side

Another example of art imitating life.

The Psi Adventure Series follows the lives loves and adventures of a team of paranormal investigators and while they live and work in San Francisco, I thought this Washington article timely and worth sharing.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

A Halloween Haunting: Her Sanctuary

Which comes first, the chicken or the egg? This maxim became front and center when I recently ran across an article.

As my book was published years ago it begs the question nicely I think.

Thought I’d share the spooky fun.

Tis the season after all.

Passion for the Paranormal

The curious investigate.

As someone who’s visited numerous locations purported to be haunted I can appreciate the myriad of emotions guests of this haunted winery may experience.

  • Those seeking an experience are hopeful if not hopeful and apprehensive about the prospect of actually seeing a ghost.

Will they scream?  Run?  Freak out?

  • Those seeking to prove to all and sundry there’s no such thing as ghosts.

Everything has a logical explanation.

  • Those possessing an abundance of compassion if not outright pity who are determined to take action.

They’ve seen it on TV.  All they have to do is shout for the spirits to go to the light and they’ll set them free.

This last is particularly amusing because it suggests the spirits – if they are present – are somehow being held captive for the financial gain of those owning and/or managing the property/location.

I think there’s even been a movie made with that as a premise.

My take?  

There’s a reason some spirits are referred to as tricker spirits.

Life Immitates Art

What I truly enjoyed about the article is the irony. 

I used a haunted winery as a setting in my Psi Series book Her Sanctuary, drawing purely from imagination after touring various California wineries.

Years before hearing of this Kansas winery.

I wish everyone a a Happy Halloween and an entertaining spooky season.

Haunting Notes: Readers who have a passion for the paranormal will enjoy stories in the Psi Side.

Where truth and fiction entangle.

Manifesting 101: To See or to Write

Vision Board V Ideal Scene

Thought I’d do a follow-up to my post about the success I’ve had writing goals down – in one form or another – to increase the likelihood of achieving them.

I pointed out that if we aren’t meant to have something no amount of writing is going to change that.

In the post I mention working with Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook to focus on two goals

  • Romantic relationship
  • Writing career

I used the Ideal Scene exercise to write out a day in an imagined future when this person was already in my life.

Writing it as if I was writing a letter to a friend telling them all about this romantic partner.

I had incredible success.

It was as if I’d projected myself into the future and wrote a day in the life he was a part of.

I used the page where you do a form of Vision Boarding to put images – either drawn or cut from magazines – for my career goal.

Using images from magazines I focused this exercise on my goal of being a successful writer.

While I know the Ideal Scene was a resounding success I had to put the Vision Boarding effort through a couple of filters before seeing that it, too, was a resounding success.

It just happened differently than I was expecting.

In short.

Though I’d long said I wanted to be a successful novelist – and I had been writing fiction stories for years – after completing the exercises in the workbook I set the workbook aside then turned my efforts to more immediate concerns which included the job I had.  

I was not being paid to write.

Passionate about success in whatever I do, I put tremendous effort into succeeding.

At the job I was being paid for – an aspiring technical consultant.

I went on to become a very successful senior technical consultant with expertise in network interoperability and global supply chain management.

And the writing?

Here’s the interesting thing.  I spent part of the time at the first Fortune 500 tech company I worked at as a tech writer.  Not only did I write content for proposals and other technical publications, I created the graphics for those publications.  All of this set me up for success as an independent writer.

Though I had no idea at the time.

But Wait!  There’s More!

The Vision Boarding worked too!

I recently took stock of my my writing career and realized I’d achieved everything I set out to decades ago.  It just didn’t happen how I thought.

I never would have guessed that Smashwords would come along though once it did I knew the writing industry would never recover from the fallout tsunami.

While attending an RWA conference in Anaheim years after Smashwords and Amazon upended the industry I looked around to see I was ahead of the curve on the direction things were headed because my business acumen – along with an ability to see the way the wind was blowing -had set me up for success in the new publishing landscape.

Both skills were honed while working in the tech industry with its rapid and constant change.

And that Vision Board?

I achieved everything I pasted into that workbook.  Just not how I thought it would come about.

Perhaps the highest irony is that while I thought I would be traveling for writing – I put imagery that showed travel along with writing on that page in the workbook- it was the other way around.  I was traveling for business and took the opportunity to work on my craft when time allowed.

Which when something matters you find.

In Conclusion

I achieved every career goal I set out to but the biggest takeaway is that the Universe was in charge of how that happened.

And when.

As for the Ideal Scene and Vision Boarding, I would definitely recommend either or both methods as tools to help achieve goals.  Just be prepared it may take longer than you expect and will lead you along paths you might not otherwise have noticed.

Or planned on taking.

Be well!

Note: I met my husband through work so my focus on becoming a successful technical consultant – doing what I could with what I had at the time – paid off.

It helped me achieve multiple goals.

Manifesting 101: The Written Word

Note:  Longer post but instructional in methods of achieving/manifesting goals.

What’s worked and what hasn’t – and why.

Catch Phrase:  It Works.

I didn’t come up with this title that simplistically yet perfectly illustrates the truth that writing goals down increases the likelihood they’ll be achieved.  

Someone long ago did us the favor.

The publication that bears the title outlines one of multiple methods I’ve utilized throughout the years to help me achieve goals.

Successfully.

What’s relevant is what the various methods I’ve used – successfully – have in common.

The written word.

But first, a little perspective.

Aka a little history.

Speak, See, Write.

Speak

The power of prayer.

My initial education – so far as I can remember – to an action that could help achieve goals – came in second grade.

When I was 7.

The nun explained God could help us achieve goals if we prayed to Him and told Him what we wanted.

She also explained we could ask – not pray to – our guardian angel for the same purpose, which only served to confuse the heck out of me.

Not to mention the confusion of praying to Mary for intercession through God or Jesus.

This method produced mixed results.

No wonder given all the confusion.

I didn’t dare ask for clarification lest the woman grab me by the arm, sink her nails into me, and shake me within an inch of my life.

And slapping me for daring to ask.

Such was the life of my early education.

Isn’t that special?

I asked my father who’d somehow survived 12 years of Catholic school – and some Catholic college to boot – to explain.  Unfortunately, his answer only served to deepen the confusion.

He prayed to the Holy Spirit.

He did his best to explain the holy trilogy but it didn’t settle matters.

I set it aside.

See

The power of visualization.

In spite of the confusion about prayer I never stopped speaking to God.

I was more than happy to frame the reference as Universe if/when appropriate.

During a particularly challenging part of my life…

Toxic Corporate Soup years

I asked God for help.

A big believer in the Midwest work ethic I asked to be pointed in the right direction after which I would be happy to do whatever work I needed to do.

Borders to the Rescue.

Next thing I know I’m at Borders Bookstore in Birmingham, Michigan.

I had a sudden strong urge to go to the one on Woodward.  

I walked in the door and mentally said “Okay, God.  I’m here.  What do You want me to see?”

I was led to a section and when I got there a book fell off the shelf onto the floor at my feet.

This kind of stuff has happened to me my entire life.  I’m always geeked about it but not surprised; nor are those who’ve spent any time around me.

It was Robert Stone’s Celestial 911.

But Wait!  There’s More!

I was inspired to drive to the other Borders.

Southfield.

Walking in I repeated the “What do you want me to see?” sentiment.

Mentally. 

After a fruitless search I was on my way out when something had me stop at the table of books parked near the door.  One book – a workbook – grabbed my attention.

Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook.

I bought it along with Mark Fisher’s The Instant Millionaire and left.

I dutifully followed the steps in Shakti’s workbook.

Cut out images, imagined the pink bubble sent out to the universe, and wrote – in pencil – my Ideal Scene.

At that time it was for a romantic partner.  

The image exercise was for a successful writing career.

Life intervenes.

My tech consulting career took off with incredible speed chaos and success.

Notice I didn’t say writing career?  Or romantic partner goal?

Write

The power of the written word.

In 1998 – engaged to the man who was the result of the one written exercise I’d completed – I reread Mark Fisher’s book.

Aaron and I had plans.

Believe it or not it didn’t occur to me that I’d successfully achieved a goal through writing.

As per Shakti’s comments I’d put the workbook with my Ideal Scene – written in pencil – in a box I hadn’t opened in 3 years.

I dutifully followed the instructions outlined in the millionaire’s fable but got less than stellar results.

More on that in a minute.

Intrigued by the concept of writing goals down to increase the chances of achieving them I went back to Borders – Ann Arbor this time – and found Write It Down Make it Happen.

Life Intervenes.

Aka chaos.

A wedding, sale of a house, new job across the country and incredible cultural and lifestyle changes later…

My efforts were lost in the chaos sauce for some time.

Until…

I opened a box to find Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook.  Pulling it out I thumbed through, noting the images I’d cut from magazines were now a parody of a lifelong desire to be a successful writer.

A parody that cut deep.

I was a technical consultant successful enough Hewlett-Packard relocated me across the country but not the published author I’d worked one of the exercises for.

Ideal Scene.

Nailing the goal.

As I read what I’d written in the Ideal Scene my jaw dropped.  I was married to a man who fit the description/scene I’d written exactly!

In every aspect! 

In the years since I’ve tried various methods of writing goals down.

With various levels of success.

My success stories are so exact as to defy chance.

Yes, I am acquainted with the scientific method.

Sooooooo…

The good stuff right?

What Works?  What Doesn’t?

The method I’ve had uncanny success with is writing out the Ideal Scene.

Uncanny as in getting everything I wrote out in the scene.

The Catch.

I can’t speak for the universe but I have a feeling you can write details til the cows come home – something I’ve seen in Pleasanton, California mind you – but if you aren’t meant to have something, you ain’t gettin’ it.

That being said, in my experience, you get exactly what you write out.

No more, no less.

Example.  

When I used the Ideal Scene method to manifest our home in the SF Bay Area, I laid out the number of bedrooms, bathrooms, wood floors, a fireplace, nice neighbors, nice property, all sorts of goodies.  I did, however, leave out the style.

I ended up with a ranch instead of the Victorian style I had been imagining.

The method I’ve had some – admittedly – weird results with comes from It Works.

It works – but it’s weird.

Example.

My first brush with this method was a version of it in the book by Mark Fisher.

Didn’t work for me.

The next version came after reading It Works.

Didn’t work for me.

More recently and after reading – and trying – several variances of the written word – I came to see there are opposing nuances at work.

Arguments for and against.

A Note About Scripting.

Scripting is a more recent term for the Ideal Scene exercise.

With varying degrees of methodology as per the author.

I’ve personally found most of these newer versions emotionally exhausting.

I’m a writer so the mental part is okay.

That doesn’t mean they haven’t succeeded.

Or rather – one method has – but more on that in a minute.

From what I can tell my biggest mistake using the method outlined in It Works is that I did not consistently read the list.

As per instructions.

More recently while in the midst of the pain of burnout I went back to this simple method of listing goals.

Though the wording had been tweaked per a more updated book on the subject.

This time I dutifully read the list multiple times a day.

For months.

I achieved everything on the list.

Some of which I have zero explanation for as it just happened.

Here’s the thing.  I eventually stopped reading the list each day because the more I read it the more I realized I didn’t have what it was I wanted.  So I let it go.

For 2 – 3 months.

The goals were achieved anyway.

How?  No idea other than it seems to be a blend of the It Works method with Shakti’s Ideal Scene method.

Conclusions.

What worked – or didn’t – for me.

I can’t tell other people what will work for them.  I can simply share what worked for me.

As others have done for me, both verbally and by publishing their stories.

I can say achieving goals is a journey that may take you along paths you never knew existed.

And which there is no way in hell you would have gone down if you knew what would happen along the way.

My most recent success – and one of the more difficult goals as it was related to health and well-being – came after reconsidering Scripting due to reading The Last Law of Attraction Book You’ll Ever Need.

After reading Andrew’s book I decided to give Scripting another go.

Capitalized because of what a pain it was for me.

Day after day I dutifully performed the task though it was mentally and emotionally painful.

I did not have the resources to be doing it but I was desperate to feel better.

What helped was that I’d signed up for Andrew’s emails.

The right words at the right time.

But then they stopped.

No idea why.

I was tempted to contact him about it but decided it was a test from the universe.  How serious was I?

I continued Scripting.

No idea how I had the emotional and/or mental strength to do so.

Desperation?

All I know is one recent day I was walking and realized that what I’d Scripted – in detail – a la Ideal Scene – six months previously had come to pass.  What’s key is I’d needed a certain level of results within four months.

I achieved that goal.

I can say this much.  I am grateful for Andrew and the people who have given him their time to do videos and share stories.

The right details at the right time.

Understanding and Awareness.

It wasn’t one method so much as the right method at the right time.

An answer to a prayer.

Visualizations were provided by me.

My goals.

Be well!

Post Note: More on why the career goal was deayed in upcoming post.

Manifesting 101: A Familiar Feeling

I’ve mentioned how like so many of us the pandemic left me with severe burnout.

Career burnout.

As with many other variables that surround us now the truth is the pandemic accelerated something already in motion.  

Unless something changed my trajectory I would have hit a wall at some point.

As part of my recovery – and irrespective of the governor’s pandemic coping recommendations – I incorporated walking into my recovery plan.  

2 – 6 miles/day.

This wasn’t a burden as I’ve been an avid walker for decades.

Walked 26 miles less than a year after being paralyzed by a brain hemorrhage to raise money for March of Dimes.

As the weeks turned to months and the miles piled up I noticed something peculiar.  I felt certain felings at the same locations along the route.  What made it peculiar is that the feelings were associated with places I’d lived throughout the years; places that in some cases couldn’t be more different than where I am now.

Not just in terms of climate.

Tuning into the feelings allowed me to see that each evoked a memory of what I loved about the place associated with the feeling.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool?

I’ve written previously that along the path of my life I’ve uttered those words only to find that I manifested what came next in that phrase.  This is especially true when it comes to where I live.  What I came to see over months of introspection while walking is that where I live is actually a mix of several locations tied together by that phrase.

Wouldn’t it be cool…?

To illustrate I’ll describe the essence of what I liked at a handful of the locations.

Grandmother’s House.

No wolf included.

My paternal grandparents lived in an affluent neighborhood near Lake St. Clair.  I loved spending the night at their house not just to see the lake and all the mansions in the area but because it was quiet.

We lived on a busy road.

Many a night as I lay in bed and allowed the silence to wrap around me like a warm blanket I thought “Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a place that was this quiet at night so you could sleep in peace?”

It’s a scenario I’ve had off and on depending where I was living.  

Dorms aren’t the quietest places, nor is living across from a US Mail processing center.

Warm breezes.

With palm trees that bend at 45 degree angles during a hurricane – oh my!

There is an area not far along the path I walk that always evokes the feeling of when I lived in Florida. 

Regardless of the temperature or whether it’s pouring rain – even snow.

The feeling disspiates a short distance later, limiting it to a very specific area.

The area has nothing in common from what I can tell with where I lived in Florida.

Shelter From the Storm

Living with a British family.

My parents split when I was 13 and for a time my mom brother and I were homeless.  Though we eventually got a place to rent we spent time living in my maternal grandmother’s basement and before that, living with the family of the British surgeon who took out my tonsils years earlier.

The man who began my tutelage in holistic medicine after seeing my passion for it while we lived with his family.

I like to think he’d be proud of me for following up with formalized education.

When I walked to school alongside his kids I would look at the nice homes and think Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a place like this?  I don’t know what it is about that specific area along the path I walk but every time I walk by it I am brought back to those days walking to school.

What’s odd is those days spent walking were in the dead of a Michigan winter.

January February and part of March.

I get these feelings each time I walk by, regardless of the season, or temperature.

Even in 80 degree heat!

Eureka!

The role of feelings in manifesting.

This morning it occured to me that what I’d manifested wasn’t an image so much as a feeling.  Each of the locations I thought Wouldn’t it be cool…? were places I felt happy.

Places of refuge in otherwise chaotic times.

Places of peace and security.

The Outlier.

Florida.

Florida was a mixed bag.

It was while living here my parents decided to split up.

In the years since I’ve periodically thought  it would be cool to live in Florida again but the circumstances never matched.  I got the next best thing, however…Southern California!

It was weather and palm trees I missed most!

In the past year I read a number of books on manifesting that cover the importance of feelings in manifesting and while I understood intellectually I had trouble forcing feelings I didn’t feel.

A number of the books offer suggestions on how to evoke a feeling but I was unable to get any of them to consistently work for me.

It was while tuning into this new awareness while walking this morning – that each of those Wouldn’t it be cool…? locations was a place of security and peace – that I came to see something else.  Those are feelings that are part of who I am by nature.

Nature Vs. Nurture.

Painful Memories.

I’ve been in situations where I was forced into survival mode.

Situations where I was living or working.

What’s interesting to note is that until I was out of college I had no control over my living conditions.  As for working – before landing in a toxic corporate soup I’d always had good jobs.

Doing work I enjoyed in good environments with people I liked.

In hindsight I came to see that in order to survive that horrendous toxic soup I was in I had to go on the defensive and look out for myself, which goes totally against my nature.

I’d known from the time I was a child I wanted to be a doctor, not exactly a selfish calling.

Being in such an environment – toxic – makes it that much more difficult to dredge up feelings long enough to manifest something positive.  

Like escape.

Difficult but not impossible.

This is where memories of better times can really help and if you need a bit of bolstering to hold onto that memory you can add the following to keep the happiness going

  • music 
  • movies 
  • friends 

Music is strongly tied to memories so I made sure what I listened to in difficult times brought comfort and joy.

Whenever I longed for Southern California I would plop in Tequila Sunrise.

Or the soundtrack.

Spending time walking with friends at Kensington Metropark after a long day in toxic soup was a balm for the soul.

Both for time spent with friends and time spent in nature.

Though I find it curious that there’s such a patchwork of different energies in one place I’m gratified to know they are tied together by a wonderful bit of truth.  Each is a manifestation of positive happy energy.  

My energy.

I encourage people to find ways to keep positive feelings front and center as often as possible.

Regardless of what life is dealing them.

Walking can definitely be a part of that effort.

Be well!

New Project Gets Real

Note:  Humorous story at end of post

Happy to say that serendipity is with me today!  

For some time I’ve had an idea for a writing project wherein I share real-life experiences and perspectives.

To entertain and educate.

The format for such a project morphed frequently enough I held back rather than start it and have it end up a runaway horse I couldn’t keep up with.  To make matters worse I honestly felt this project would be the first step to reengaging with my writing.  However, until I had a better feel for the format I couldn’t begin.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

The Universe Steps In

I was sharing a story with a friend this morning – hoping it would take his mind off more serious matters – when it occurred to me that I had my answer!  

Change of Angle

In spite of worry for my friend’s situation being at ground zero for Storm Babet I found myself smiling at the memory I was sharing and in that moment realized there was definitely room for humor in this project.

It didn’t have to educate. It could just entertain.

Laugh at Life

God knows I have plenty of stories with varying degrees of humor to share.

Including dark humor.

Deciding that Sharing Perspective to Share Smiles was a worthy effort I have decided to launch the new project – Real Life – confident the pieces will fall into place as I go along.

Without further ado I will share the inaugural story that set this baby in motion.  

Enjoy!

Real Life: Corporate

Time:  Mid 90s

Place: Detroit Metro Area

Having just joined a new tech company I was given my choice of continuing to support an automotive OEM or auto suppliers.  As I’d spent the previous 8 years supporting GM I was more than happy to shake it up and go with supplier support.

As a technical consultant.

It was summer and GM along with many suppliers had their mandatory shutdown.

They do another shutdown in the winter, near Christmas.

This is actually a busy time for tech companies since it’s an ideal time to do upgrades.

No need to kick anyone off a project or worry about taking anything critical offline.

The sales rep and I headed to Flint to take advantage of the down time to do an upgrade.

This supplier happened to be internal, a GM plant in Flint.

Where Is Everybody?

Eerie is the word to describe what it felt like in that all but empty plant.

Like a sci-fi horror movie.

The IT area was a tiny space separated from the manufacturing plant by Visqueen strips hanging from the ceiling.  After I got over being mortified at the dust and grease threat to the servers I initiated a backup.

A must before an upgrade.

The data tape had barely started spinning when the entire place went dark.  

WTH?

Within moments red backup lights came on.

Terminator anyone?

Great Minds Rain on a Tech Parade

Turns out the power company had the same bright idea as I did.  With the shifts shut down it was an ideal time to do an upgrade to the power infrastructure serving the plant.  

Apparently, they had no idea anyone was working and didn’t think it a problem to not notify GM before shutting off all power to the plant.

Needless to say the upgrade didn’t happen until much much later but it wasn’t a total bust.  In addition to a fun tale to tell I got a nice lunch out of it.