Writing Your Book — Just Do It

plant a tree writing your bookThinking about writing your book? Let me tell you a story. Last week, we celebrated my husband’s birthday. Prior to our trip up north, I asked him what he wanted.

In a previous life, his ex surprised him with a party. He was not amused. I didn’t want to make the same mistake. Instead, I asked him outright what he wanted.

He told me that one of the biggest regrets in his life was not learning how to play the guitar. I thought, “That’s it?” That’s easy to fix! Then, with my encouragement, he bought a guitar. Almost a day doesn’t go by without him thanking me for prodding him to take the plunge.

Writing Your Book

And that’s my advice to you. If you have been thinking about writing your book, just do it. Start! Let this proverb be your inspiration:

“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.”

Look at it this way. Five or ten years from now, you can say how glad you are about writing your book. Or, you can say how you wish you would have started. It’s your choice.

I had a similar awakening when it came to college. I didn’t go right after high school. I had a good job—and a boyfriend. Later, I regretted not going. Then, I did it. I dropped my job for student loans and went back to school. I’ve never looked back since.

That’s how it is about writing your book. The act of getting it down on paper is powerful. I can’t think of a greater feeling than knowing what my book feels like when printed out. You get a real sense of your accomplishment when you heft a manuscript. It’s priceless.

You may or may not publish it. That’s okay. You can easily make that dream come true with something like CreateSpace.com though if you choose. The important thing is to write it down. Think of it as your legacy.

Once you make the commitment to write, you’ll find that inspiration comes to you at the oddest of times. Your mind will work on it when you’re doing the dishes, mowing the lawn, or taking a walk. And when it’s done, you can call yourself a writer. Well done!

http://mystery.weborglodge.com/By Chris DR

photo credit: Shawn Harquail (away 3 weeks) via photopin cc

Describing Beauty in Words

describing beauty at overlookMy husband’s birthday was yesterday. As a surprise, I booked reservations at a resort on the North Shore in Minnesota. Neither of us expected to be so overwhelmed by the grandeur of a place. It left me feeling at a loss when it came to describing beauty.

Describing Beauty as a Feeling

Neither of us had ever visited this part of Minnesota. I had seen pictures in books and online. Neither could prepare us for what we would experience.

In describing beauty of this magnitude, my first thought goes to the tears that welled in my eyes. We walked the breakwater that protects Grand Marais Bay. It’s a mix of concrete pathways and basalt rocks smoothed by the waters of Lake Superior. A lighthouse stands guard at the end of it.

It wasn’t a very windy day, but the waves still pounded the rocks and splashed over them. You could feel that force. When I’m describing beauty then, I’m talking about the feeling of being so overwhelmed by Nature. I think we need this reminder every now and again about how small we are.

Overwhelmed by Beauty

The fall colors were at or very close to peak. Several roads took us off the beaten path—literally—to experience them up close. We stopped at a wayside just past the bridge over the Cross River. At this point, we were intoxicated on visual overload.

We had seen so many beautiful sites. Just when we thought nothing could top the last, another stunning vista appeared. We stood in awe of the falls and took pictures. My mother would have been proud. I’m sure my sisters had to be getting tired of all the texts with the pictures I was taking.

We walked across the street to see the other side of the falls. Again, that wave of awesomeness overtook us. We wondered how so much beauty could exist in one place. A couple came up the side of the overlook. They had climbed down from other point to get close to the river.

We teased them about taking the long way rather than the stairs we took down. They asked us to take a picture of them to celebrate their feat. We chatted about how amazing the weather was. We described it as perfect.

The husband asked if we had taken any of the fall color drives. We had driven the Gunflint Trail for several miles, but not the tours. He suggested one just ahead on County Road 1. We decided to take a side trip and enjoy the gift of his tip.

Running Out of Words

The man we met described the drive as going through tunnels of color. It wasn’t long before we learned why. His words came to me spontaneously as we drove past maples in bright oranges and reds so vibrant they seemed fake. I thought the colors on those pretty postcards were Photoshopped. They’re not. They’re real.

Our trip ended, but not without a cache of visual images that will fill my dreams for weeks to come. Our trip to the North Shore was a lesson in describing beauty. Never have I experienced colors so magnificent. I’ve heard people say how the North Shore captured their hearts. Now I understand.

http://mystery.weborglodge.com/By Chris DR

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