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OK, for those of you who watch Late Night With Seth Meyers you might know it’s usually Amber who says “WHAT?” Today it’s me. I can’t believe it’s been this long since I’ve posted. WHAT?! Reasons might be 1) things are really hectic; 2) things are really boring; or 3) “the times they are a-changin'” and I can’t keep up. I vote that all three options are applicable.

I won’t bore you with the mundanity of my life, personal or professional (for now). But I might bore you with the fact that I haven’t been on this platform for years, and I’m ready to get into it again. Except I have a lot of learning to do. Here are some questions I have:

  1. Is blogging still a thing? Instagram and Snapchat and a whole slew of other platforms are the thing, but it seems they’re made up with photos and videos. I most certainly am not going to dance or give make-up tutorials because I still dance like it’s the ’80s and I rarely wear make-up.
  2. Is my product line still a thing?
    • 2A. Candles have gone container, but I specialize in pillar candles. Are people scared to have a free-standing candle not contained by a thick container of glass? Just asking. Let it be known my free-standing pillars are made with all-natural waxes (not paraffin/petroleum-based) and have fabulous fragrances just like those easy-pour soy wax in a jar. Plus, mine have pretty colors and make for a fabulous centerpiece and general ambiance.
    • 2B. Drink charms, formerly known as wine charms. Got a bunch of really fun sets covering a plethora of genres. Not only do they slip onto your stemmed glasses, they can also be slipped onto mug handles. Put a little charm on your drink, yes?
    • 2C. Magnets. How can one go wrong with clever and fun refrigerator/file cabinet/any metal object magnets? Slap it on to any metal thing and smile every time you see it, right?
  3. Is giving up an option? I’d like to know some opinions on this. Where is one when one gives up? How hard is the struggle when one forges on? The rewards and costs are to be determined. And by “giving up” I’m only referring to my little business.

Well, there you have it. My first post in years. As Pink Floyd said, “is there anybody out there?” I welcome any comments regarding my questions. And stay tuned. Perhaps there will be a new online shop for you to peruse, and everyday antics set in story form for you to read. I know I’ve got one or two stories to tell, which will be published shortly.

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Everything Is Blunderful

My life is…completely unremarkable.  Except for the extreme blunders I make.  Blunders that make people wonder if I’ve had a stroke or am suffering some kind of psychosis.

I made one of those colossal blunders this week and I’ve been feeling badly about it for days.  It’s times like this I want to run away and hide.  Out of shame, out of embarrassment, or just to protect myself from committing more blunders.   I need a hiding place.  A private place.

This cottage and piece of property have been all but completely forgotten.  As far as I know it isn’t for sale, but from the looks of the upkeep the owners are there very seldom if ever at all.  It would be the perfect hiding place for me.

My blogging has been suffering lately, along with my self-respect regarding the most recent blunder.  The little cottage with the yellow door and shutters would be a wonderful place to think, reflect, and write.  In fact, this piece of property was pointed out to me as what could be my “perfect blogging retreat.”  I can’t disagree.

Take a closer look at the front window.  The reflection in the front window would be my view as I look up from my writing or my woes.  A beautiful lake and pristine forest surrounding it.

We all know one can’t run away from problems or blunders.  My problems won’t disappear even if I do, and blunders can’t be undone.  But how much easier would it be to erase those things from my mind, even if for a day or two, if I could escape to The Blogging Retreat?

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I picked up James Michener’s The Novel because 1) I’ve never read Michener before, and 2) I thought a book about a novel might inspire me.

I found out that 1) Michener is way into detail, which can be kind of distracting, and 2) I’m more resistant in my aspirations to publish than ever because of this story.

When I lie in bed tonight with my eyes going back and forth across The Novel’s pages I’ll wonder what will be the thing that puts me to sleep ~ the book, or the toll my day has taken on me.

If I ever write a book will it put people to sleep?  If it’s anything like this post it will.

 

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Hello again!

I just returned from a relaxing and rejuvenating getaway to Door County, Wisconsin.  I don’t know how many years Husby and I have been going there, but it never disappoints.  The tiny motel in which we stay is tidy, clean and unpretentious, but offers a most spectacular view of Lake Michigan.   Not only that, the house which inspired my novel-in-progress is right across the street, so I get more writing inspiration every time we visit.

*Insert House Picture Here…When you find it amid the thousands of Door County pictures you’ve taken throughout the years…I know it’s somewhere…Now I wish I’d taken another one this week…*

Speaking of writing, I tried something novel and daring while we were on our retreat.  I didn’t take my laptop with me, and when I wanted to write I did it by hand.  Yep, I took a note book with me and put my cursive writing to action instead of tapping away on a keyboard.  I must say it was refreshing, and I was surprised at how the process of writing is different when doing it by hand.  I felt like things flowed from my mind through my arm and out the pen in a more thoughtful way.  Also, I didn’t feel so detached from what was going on around me.  I may begin a practice of writing by hand every day, even if it’s just a stream-of-consciousness thing.  I really enjoyed it.

I’m sure I’ll be writing more about the peninsula soon as its abundance is all I can think about right now.  Here’s to the strength and peace of big water…

 

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Lately

My dainty hand made to be all clumpy and immobile.

Don’t feel sorry for me.  Except I’ll take any sympathy I can get.  My right thumb is crippled due to overuse.  I’ve been cutting with scissors and mousing way to much and I’m now paying the price.  If only I were ambidextrous!  Unfortunately I’m not, so I’m trying to help myself with this brace thing.

That’s no excuse for neglecting my writing though.  Well, it kind of is.  The truth of the matter is I’ve been so non-writey lately I don’t even recognize myself.  For example, my birthday was in August and I still haven’t written the thank-you notes for the gifts I received.  It’s nearly time to write thank-you notes for Christmas (if I’m on the “nice” list) so I better get on those birthday notes before it’s too late.  OK, it’s too late already, but better late than never, right?

I want to become more writey, so I’m just going to fake it ’til I make it.  I’ve got my Pandora Christmas station playing and I’m at the computer despite my crippledness.  The Christmas season is officially underway, which is a good thing with or without a crippled hand, with or without writing.

There will be lots of decorating going on at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this weekend.  I’m starting to get into the spirit.

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