Now or never

If I don’t write now, I might never have the courage to do so again.

I know that that is not true. But I haven’t published a blog post since the last contribution to the advent calendar went up.

That’s not good.

But I am not here to berate my absence of writing, or to provide my lovely readers with explanations (work, kids, family, writer’s block, no energy, feeling obliged to reply to comments and visit blogs when there is not enough time to do so… the list is long).

Today, I am here to write. My whole family is sleeping, if I am not mistaken everything that had to be done is done (writing those words the 5 copies of an exam I have to grade shoot to my head, oh no! Grading papers is not a fun thing (it can be when it is creative writing), especially when you have no idea what the student wrote about…

So, I have so many stories that want to ooze onto the pages. I have my life to share… Travels to tell you about, amazing places to visit, a new series in my head and so on. But for so long I had something blocking my path.

And writing is self-care for me! It’s more than a hobby, it’s a lifeline it’s where I am at home. It’s how I want to pay the rent!

Now enough of my ramblings. Now that’s off my heart and I shall hopefully jump right back into blogging where I left off shortly after my mother’s death…

Bye for now, but I will be back. And if you really miss me, you can always follow me on Instagram (even if you don’t miss me, follow me…)

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Spotlight On: A Fall Fairy Tale by Nicola Werner

Remember those leave piles in your back yard? Did you jump into them? Did you hide inside them and let the fall sun tickle your skin?

When I lived in the US with my parents and my sister, I had the possibility to enjoy a real autumn (actually quite a few), not one of those cold soggy ones I am used to in Europe. No, it was a fall with golden leaves, squirrels hiding nuts, dears eating crabapples, warm October days…

Watching all these events unfold lead my always creative mother to write a book illustrated with water paints. A present for my sister, and a happy memory spiced up with a little magic.

But see for yourself, the story written in 2002 is slowly unfolding on @themusicinyou_ my mother’s post humous Instagram channel. Can you tell who’s who?

Continue here…

Missing you!

Live the Music that plays within you!

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