Birth of A Story - Excerpt from Texas Winds
One of the questions I guess I am asked the most is where ideas for my stories come from. Well, the short answer is, any and every where. Even my dreams. Which is what prompted my latest podcast. Below is the printed version, or if you prefer, click the link to hear it.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
I have worked from home since I retired in 2013 so basically I am home every day all day long. Hubby and I have established a routine for our together time and then we venture off to our own tasks. That schedule worked great until I HAD to stay home. Now, all of sudden, all I can think about is "I need to go somewhere".
In case you are wondering what happened to me, at the urging of my mentor, I am trying my hand at a podcast versus a blog. The jury is still out on which I will continue. I currently have several episodes recorded, and you can find them 
We've all heard that you don't always know how your actions (or inactions) affect others. A simple smile or kind word can mean all the world to someone. I got one of those smiles when I was a freshman in high school. We won't discuss how many years ago that was, but I still remember it to this day.
Mama's first painting. She did good!
I am, by nature, a positive, optimistic person. So much so, my husband says if I walked into a room full of horse manure, I would immediately begin looking for the pony. And he's right, I would. But that doesn't mean I don't see the crap in there; it simply means I choose to walk around it and not dwell on it. 
I came across this yesterday. Something I wrote several years ago as part of a writing prompt. I can easily see my mother as The Queen. Anyway, I thought I'd share it with you today.
The older I get, the more I realize I lived in the best of days. We didn't have much back then. In fact, by today's, standards we would have been considered poverty level. But, in addition to unconditional love, we had things no amount of money could buy. Our clothes were hand-me-downs but they were clean. The roof didn't leak and we had food on the table. We thrived on carefree summers spent at my grandparents farm or fishing with my dad or my brothers.