Legacy

I'm working on my blog, my site will come next, along with my overall web presence. But forgetting all that for a moment, I can't help but think what a legacy we leave for our families and loved ones. I have posts dating back to 2007. Three years of my life documented for the world to see. Granted, I haven't been the best blogger and I am working on that. But the next time you blog or read someone else's think about the legacy that's being left behind. A hundred years ago all you had left of a loved one who'd passed was a memory that faded with time and an ache the didn't. In recent years, we've been fortunate to possess photos to aid in the memories, but today, we have far more. We can have our own thoughts and feelings typed and published for our future generation. So blogging isn't just about changing the world, but changing someone's world. May each blog, someday, be able to do that and truly we will have touched millions.

LOLLIPOP Full Dell Version & Lyrics

Okay, so my sister said I should mention why I have the dell lollipop song vid on my blog. When my son was 8 months or so and they kept playing this commercial on television, he would stop whatever he was doing to watch it. At the time, it was the only thing on TV that he'd stop and watch. He loved the lollipop song.

His mother's son

I love my son dearly, but I must admit I complain because he fights harder than anyone I've ever seen just to sleep! He's four months old. My husband keeps asking what does he possibly think he's going to miss if he closes his eyes to get the much needed shut eye. My answer is I don't know. But after my mother informs I didn't like to go to bed when I should, I realize I'm not so unlike my child. And here I am... up way past my bedtime, admittedly getting some last minute things done, but as I type, I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open, my body screams to find a new position... and I wonder if there's one more thing I should do on the net before I sign off. I complain, but how can I blame the child that is his mother's son?

Baby Soft

Backs of hands
Even palms
Baby soft
Pads of feet, plus toes
Fatty legs and arms
Baby Smooth
Pudgy cheeks
Squeezable and kissable
Those tiny fingers
All so baby soft
So touchable
Loveable
My Baby Soft

Motivation

The other night as I was drifting off to sleep, I had brilliant words to share about motivation. They were poignant and profound, as I usually am inside my own head before the words make the journey from my brain into my fingers. Somehow, something is often lost in translation.

None the less, I want to speak about motivation. What motivates you to write? Do you have to have the sunrise on a clear morning? Do you require isolation and silence? Do the stars have to align just so, inspiring you with need and the right storyline?

Motivation needs to be found in every aspect of daily life, as well as with the perfect scenerios to suit us. I am motivated by the rain falling on my rooftop (one of my perfect scenerios), by a touching commercial, a character on a television show, by looking into my newborn son's sleeping face.

As writers, we need to find the depth, the emotion, the significance of even the mundane. Even as I'm a new mother, striving to find the time to shower and do the laundry, how does that relate to the characters I've created or those I've yet to create? Perhaps my character is unwed, but wants that child, that mundacity. (Is that a word?) Maybe instead, a single father is trying to cope with these boring and exhausting chores when he longs to be wild and free.

My characters thoughts and emotions, just as my own, motivate me to write. To share something that might change one person's mind about one little thing in life. This is why we write. To change us, to change others, to change the world. If that's not motivating, I don't know what is.