Thursday Thoughts: Universal Thumbs Up

Writing is mostly a solitary occupation. We authors don’t perform on a stage or in a stadium. We sit at a desk (or someplace) with a computer and keyboard. We live in the worlds of our imaginations, peopling it with characters, building their lives, telling their stories.  And while we might be “mere mortals,” we hope our creations will be imbued with eternal life.

Well, Silver, by this point in the day, if my calculations are correct, I expect you’ve already begun thinking of yourself as “mere mortal.” Somewhat alone, a little bit confused, and responsible for figuring out how to make your life take off.

So… just thought I’d send you a reminder that at this very moment, there are a million eyes upon you, grateful for your courage; that you already know all you need to know; and that whether or not you can see it, you’re already soaring.

“Houston to Silver,” nice blast-off –
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Silver, bravo Maestro.

Well, Universe, by this point of the day, I’m ready for my next cup of coffee and the energy to open the WIP and find some words that make sense to the story. Those millions of eyes would better serve me by landing on the words in the books I’ve published. Heck, I would settle for thousands. Hundreds even. But good to know you have faith me. I need to remember to have faith in myself. So, time for more coffee and the countdown to takeoff. What about y’all? Do you plan to soar today?

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
This entry was posted in Writing Life and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Thursday Thoughts: Universal Thumbs Up

  1. Lately, life here has been more about the ‘sore’ than the ‘soar’. Backache, shoulder ache, knee ache, heartache – take your pick. I need to just push all of that away and get my buns back to work. Flap my little wings and get liftoff. Not sure if I’ll soar, but I’d settle for getting off the ground.

    You soar, girl. Fly and be free.

Got something to say?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.