Jennifer Lynch's Blog - Posts Tagged "miracle"
What to do on a cold day?
Hello Readers
I will try and keep my blog posts short and sweet because then you will enjoy reading them and I will enjoying writing them!
It's always difficult to get motivated when the frost is on the ground and you're looking for that thick jumper that you hid somewhere in a drawer last year, but with boots on and dressed up to go, when the sun peeks out, the day can feel like a miracle. What a very long sentence!
How often do we feel thankful that we are just alive? I think some winter days are like this, the summer feels like a distant dream and yet, if we make the effort, we find that there are just as many good things to find on a winter's day if we embrace it.
Today, I have walked my dog for about half an hour and given a friend a full body massage. I sometimes give therapy to people as I'm trained as a therapist and it is a good thing to swop. As a result of this, my friend gave me a very hot vegetable chilli - this was a complete unexpected bonus and it tasted delicious!
I'm still editing, but I'm getting there. I'm trying not to rush too much as that way, mistakes can slip through and no-one wants to read a book with too many mistakes. What was great today was I noticed that I have a new reviews on Liberty Angel and William's Wishes. If you are interested in the subject of adoption, particularly sixties adoptions, William's Wishes is for you. Being adopted myself, I have first hand experience of the emotions involved. My characters are fictional but in a way, I want to say, if you haven't lived it a little, then don't write about it because to me authentic writing is the writing that really rocks. Of course, we can't have been and done everything, can we? But I still feel it helps to know a bit about what you write.
Now, this is turning into a long blog post!
I'd like to add a little part of William's Wishes where Rececca confronts her emotions about the adoption of Bridgette....
"Rebecca agreed to go to the theatre with Lawrence. She was completely enthralled by the experience and afterwards she couldn’t wait to see him again. As the weeks turned into months, their occasional date changed into something more serious. But never once did she tell Lawrence the story of Bridgette, the baby she had lost. The baby, she now considered dead. She was afraid that if she opened up to him about this, it would drive a wedge between them. Although she loved Lawrence, her past was not in any way relevant to her future, a future that she hoped to spend with Lawrence. She had taken enough risks and been through enough pain. She desperately wanted to hold on to what she had left. As the years went by, it was only really on birthdays that Rebecca thought of Bridgette. This year was particularly hard because she knew that Bridgette was eighteen. She would be an adult. It was totally unbelievable. Bridgette would be able to make her own decisions, have a key to the house. Even leave home if she wanted to. It didn’t seem possible. Most alarming of all, was the fact Bridgette could now trace her. What would that do to her life? Surely it would be too hard? The whole thing was too confusing for her to think about. Her vision of Bridgette was of the small baby she’d held tightly, in those last few hours. Rebecca felt it would be better to keep it that way."
Thank you for reading ... and happy Thursday.
Love Jennifer
I will try and keep my blog posts short and sweet because then you will enjoy reading them and I will enjoying writing them!
It's always difficult to get motivated when the frost is on the ground and you're looking for that thick jumper that you hid somewhere in a drawer last year, but with boots on and dressed up to go, when the sun peeks out, the day can feel like a miracle. What a very long sentence!
How often do we feel thankful that we are just alive? I think some winter days are like this, the summer feels like a distant dream and yet, if we make the effort, we find that there are just as many good things to find on a winter's day if we embrace it.
Today, I have walked my dog for about half an hour and given a friend a full body massage. I sometimes give therapy to people as I'm trained as a therapist and it is a good thing to swop. As a result of this, my friend gave me a very hot vegetable chilli - this was a complete unexpected bonus and it tasted delicious!
I'm still editing, but I'm getting there. I'm trying not to rush too much as that way, mistakes can slip through and no-one wants to read a book with too many mistakes. What was great today was I noticed that I have a new reviews on Liberty Angel and William's Wishes. If you are interested in the subject of adoption, particularly sixties adoptions, William's Wishes is for you. Being adopted myself, I have first hand experience of the emotions involved. My characters are fictional but in a way, I want to say, if you haven't lived it a little, then don't write about it because to me authentic writing is the writing that really rocks. Of course, we can't have been and done everything, can we? But I still feel it helps to know a bit about what you write.
Now, this is turning into a long blog post!
I'd like to add a little part of William's Wishes where Rececca confronts her emotions about the adoption of Bridgette....
"Rebecca agreed to go to the theatre with Lawrence. She was completely enthralled by the experience and afterwards she couldn’t wait to see him again. As the weeks turned into months, their occasional date changed into something more serious. But never once did she tell Lawrence the story of Bridgette, the baby she had lost. The baby, she now considered dead. She was afraid that if she opened up to him about this, it would drive a wedge between them. Although she loved Lawrence, her past was not in any way relevant to her future, a future that she hoped to spend with Lawrence. She had taken enough risks and been through enough pain. She desperately wanted to hold on to what she had left. As the years went by, it was only really on birthdays that Rebecca thought of Bridgette. This year was particularly hard because she knew that Bridgette was eighteen. She would be an adult. It was totally unbelievable. Bridgette would be able to make her own decisions, have a key to the house. Even leave home if she wanted to. It didn’t seem possible. Most alarming of all, was the fact Bridgette could now trace her. What would that do to her life? Surely it would be too hard? The whole thing was too confusing for her to think about. Her vision of Bridgette was of the small baby she’d held tightly, in those last few hours. Rebecca felt it would be better to keep it that way."
Thank you for reading ... and happy Thursday.
Love Jennifer
