Reading With Sprinkle Of Spice, Please

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Reading With Sprinkle Of Spice, Please

8/25/2014

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"Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time." --E.P. Whipple

I am always caught off guard with the flood of emotions a great book rips from me when I dive headlong into one. I don't know why I am because it happens every time and I've read hundreds of books, but when I'm immersed in a good one I don't want to eat or pee or sleep or stop to answer the phone. I just want to stay in the story, savoring every single sensation of the journey and it is always with a pang of regret that I devour the final page. If you are an avid reader, I know you understand this sentiment exactly. And if you're not, I strongly encourage you to find books that make you feel this way. Why? Because the residual of these feelings provide an electric charge for an otherwise ordinary, everyday life. What pulls me in the most is a story that resonates with my own personal experiences, appeals to me on multiple levels, like stoking my sense of adventure and inspiring my Hope for what could be. It is also a perfect way for me to put my life down for awhile and shut off any and all worries, escaping to some wondrous place other than "here".

Today I spent seven hours (from start to finish) locked in the grip of such a book. I went on a fantastical and passionate adventure with characters bearing traits of various people I know from my everyday life. Some would consider my Monday wasted for allowing my time to be spent on such a frivolous endeavor. But for me, I laughed, I cried, I smiled and was angry. I remembered what wild love feels like, as well as brutal pain, and in the end got to savor a happy ending like a decadent dessert! If those things aren't the spice of life, I can't imagine what is, so I say, "I'll have another, please, and make mine extra sweet and spicy!"

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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