Weekend Coffee Share: Celebration of Me

Good morning.

Let me first off say that it’s not easy being a morning person when you have to be. It might have been slightly easier in your younger years, but it’s different when you have to force yourself to get up before everybody else.

Now that I’ve vented, let’s drink some coffee and talk.

If we were having coffee, you might have noticed something different in me. Then again, maybe not. I celebrated my birthday this week. Technically, it was Monday, but I had to work, so I celebrated the day after. I didn’t get what I wanted, but I was surprised at what I got. I got a new journal, for starters. It’s a nice one with some encouraging advice. I filled a few pages the day after I received it, but haven’t done much writing since. (We’ll get to that in a moment.) I got some other nifty stuff like a check and some gaming socks. But perhaps the best present I got happened before my birthday: the Atlanta Falcons beating the Green Bay Packers and going to the Super Bowl. I was so ecstatic. I can’t wait until February 5th.


This past Friday, another celebration took place–at my daughter’s school. Friday was Dad’s Day. Dads played dodgeball, ate donuts, and received presents from their kids. It was awesome. I felt bad, though, for hitting my daughter. I was hoping she would catch my pass. But I did get hit and had to do exercises before coming back in. I apologized to her before we ate donuts.

If we were having coffee, I’d talk a little bit about my writing. Or lack of, recently. Trying to develop a habit of anything healthy is not easy. Writing is no different. Especially this week. I posted zeroes on the 365 Monthly Club three days this week, including back-to-back at the end of the week. I feel so disappointed in myself. Here I am saying that I’m making more of an effort to find writing time and I slacked off this past week. It’s not worth beating myself over it; I just need to get back on the horse. 

I will say that on one of the days I did write, I started a new story. A Valentine-themed tale, pulling characters from a previous story I posted on my blog last year. In addition, I took some time to outline new stories. Time will tell if and when I’ll get to write them. It is possible that I’ll lose interest in them beforehand. But I’ll worry about that later. 

Well, that is all for this weekend. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, my next IWSG post is coming soon. So keep an eye out for it. In the meantime, take care and God bless. 

Digging Up the Past

I have a bad habit of lying things haphazardly. It’s a wonder I’m able to remember where certain things are. One day, I found an old journal stashed in my closet. I opened it and just started reading random pages. Some were journal entries, venting sessions about whatever drama was happening. One page was full of writing quotes. And some were exercises, though I forget where it came from.

About three-forths of that composition book is full of writing. The fact that I had so many entries and notes made me nostalgic. I do regret not stamping the entries with the year, but I can gather those from some of the entries. 

Anyway,  it got me thinking about how many notebooks and journals we have lying around. Or how many files we have saved on flash drives and laptops. And what’s in them. Clips? Flyers? Notes? Stories? I remember one notebook where I had just about all those things and then some. But then, when it came time to make more room, I saw my notebooks as obstacles to the ideal “work environment.” The same can be said for computer files or notes on smartphones. If I didn’t see them as something I could use in the immediate future, I threw them out.

I felt no need to keep old notebooks after I filled them, which rarely happened. And I wasn’t refining stories I kept on my desktop, so I deleted them. But after picking up that old notebook and browsing through it, I thought about the journals, notebooks, the computer files. All those documents that mapped my writing journey up to this point. I regret throwing them away. Maybe there was a story ideas tucked within them. As far as those stories on discs, I would need some sort of disc reader and Microsoft Word to even look at them. 

If I could change one thing about my writing journey, it would be to hold tight to those books and files. And therein lies one of the wonderous things about writing. There’s no telling where the next idea will come from. A note describing a man who smells like he bathed in Old Spice. A rant about how family drives you crazy. Who knows?

The past is past, I know. But it’s not so much about living in the past. Rather, it’s about the memories and experiences that make a writer’s journey unique. And having those old journals and stories are our markers. I wish I kept all the stuff I wrote in my early writing years. It would be interesting to see how much I’ve changed with my writing. 

What about you? Do you have old notebooks and/or files? Do you throw them away or delete them to make room for something new?

Weekend Coffee Share: Working Out

Good afternoon.

It’s pretty wet right now. It’s not cold, but it’s nice to get a break from the unusual January weather. But if you know anything about Georgia, you know how erratic the weather can be. Now would be a good time for hot apple cider. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: Working Out”

Weekend Coffee Share: Time to Get Writing

Good afternoon,

Please forgive me for starting this coffee session late. It’s been a busy morning. I’ve been up since 5:30. I had to take my sister-in-law to work. A couple of hours later, I took my daughter to karate class, where she got her white belt. I’m so proud of her. We hung out at the park for a little while. And now, we’re home.

So, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the choices are still slim. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: Time to Get Writing”

Writing Websites: Are They Worth It?

Hi everyone,

First off, thanks to everyone who read and commented on my IWSG and Weekend Coffee Share posts. Being that it’s my first year with both of these groups, I felt nervous, not knowing how they would be received. But reading the comments and viewing the stats put my mind at ease. I know it’s ridiculous correlating stats with happiness, but it means something to me.

Now that that’s out of the way, on to the matter at hand:

So, I check my email frequently, and every day I get updates on recent activity from Scribophile, a writing website I signed up for last year. Continue reading “Writing Websites: Are They Worth It?”

If We Were Having Coffee: New Start

If we were having coffee, I’d welcome you to my house. I’d introduce my wife and children. The older is six, the younger is two. The tree is still up. Still waiting for the right day. If the kids get a little rowdy, I apologize. The older one is especially excited about the snow.  Second, I applaud you for coming despite the “apocalyptic” winter storm last night; nothing more than a dusting. But I’m more concerned about the ice. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee: New Start”

A Plan for 2017: An IWSG Post


This is my first post ever for the Insecure Writers Support Group. A friend on Twitter suggested I start writing posts for this group, which is weird because I feel like I’m one of the writers that need encouragement. But I am reminded that I can encourage others with my experiences. So, here goes.  Continue reading “A Plan for 2017: An IWSG Post”