Someday

Saturday Morning April 26, 2014

I have been working on a brand new writing venue and I have been looking for a specific agent for this genre with absolutely no luck! My only other writing confidant I have, really, is my mom. She is the only one who really makes me feel like I have an incredible talent ( I am sure she is biased). So, I went to her in frustration. She hands me a brand new writer’s digest and says they have agents in here all the time, have you been reading yours? (she is referring to the stack of hand-me-down ones she gives me). I confess I haven’t been. Over the last couple of days I have had this in the back of my mind (Every time I look at my magazine rack, which is strategically placed onwards into the kitchen!).

This morning when I woke up, my teenage son, his friend nor my youngest son had invaded the living room and I decided it was a perfect time to start working on my Dream Board. About a year ago I had this idea to create a dream board, this is where you go through magazines and various other types of picture cutting methods and put everything you want for your future on this board for inspiration. Well, life happened and I totally forgot about my Dream Board idea. While browsing the internet I recently  stumbled upon a delightful blog by Gala Darling. You can find her on twitter and facebook. Believe me I was depressed and in a rut and her blogs have just really helped me to fall in love with myself again!!! Thanks Gala Darling! I of course have no money to buy her incredible ideas, like the radical self love Bible, or the notebook she recommends upon which you write down the things you’re grateful for, but her blogs are free and with a bit of your own creativity you can come up with your own self-love ideas, which leads me back to my Dream Board, (whew, ya, this is pretty much what it’s like inside my head ALL THE TIME!) Her blog reminded me of my Dream Board idea from forever ago and this is what inspired my morning.

 The first stack of magazines I decide to go through was my pile of writer’s digest, big mistake for my Dream Board, (I know, I am SO sorry Dream Board, hopefully it won’t be another year before I think of you again, haha!) As I began to thumb through the most recent magazine I found a few Dream Board worthy pictures, but I also found myself reading more than cutting and then I get this amazing idea to go through all of my writer’s digest magazines and tear out every important article…(which is quite a few, let me tell you!). Therein lies how I began My Writer’s Bible~

I began ripping and separating the articles into appropriate piles and when I had gone through ALL the magazines I stared at the pile of “empty” writer’s digest magazines. The shells of what were once individual masterpieces to encourage the masterminds we, writer’s deem ourselves to be. Me, sitting crisscross applesauce with stacks of knowledge sitting around me on the carpet, like friends. I sat back and stretched, it was great to be back!

For two years at least I could not write nor read for that matter. I had “woken up, for the first time and finally gotten out of a horrible marriage, which was a relief and much needed, for our safety and my sanity, but even when you make a ginormous, positive change, there is always a healing process and mine included walking through life kind of like a sleepwalker. I was basically guided 100% by life. If a door opened I went through it, if it closed or stayed shut I just stayed on this conveyor belt of life until I either tripped into or was dumped through an open door. Let me just say it has been an adventure to say the least!

So, this morning is a giant stepping stone in “waking up” again.  To be on the living room floor hidden amongst piles of wonderful trinkets of loveliness was familiar…was family. It was me. And I relish these moments. For a minute or two I forget that I am financially poor, (as the neighborhood troll peels out in the cul-de-sac, again with the rearranging of his vehicles, which he does habitually) I smile to myself…I am a writer and one day I won’t be here. I will be in another living room in my very own house…with no troll disturbing the birds with his bee bee gun, or his loud cars. Just my family and me and the birds…someday. Someday I will be too busy to even notice the trolls of life and I will be just where I was meant to be, just like I am this morning.

I hope you all have a great day and feel free to create your own dream board or Writer’s Bible, mine is coming along quite nicely, I have a collection of clear, vinyl page covers from yard sale’s, (the best place to find office supplies, when you’re poor!) which I have used to cover the articles and put them very orderly into what is now My Writer’s Bible!

The TRUTH in LOVE,

Heidi L. Shepherd

P.S. What’s really hysterical is that I actually started my day out with a notebook, a pen, a highlighter and the book Screenwriting for Dummies! Hahaha, life with ADHD, is never boring, that’s for sure!