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It’s as if my house is filled with light. I come home and colors are more vivid, sounds more brilliant, and smells more delicious. I am filled with contentment; the message ‘everything will be alright’ beats through me. I love coming home, particularly because home is filled with music.

One of the very first things I did after getting back to MN (after I went on a run with Dad, the dogs, and Cale, and after I ran into the house to give Mom a big sweaty hug!) was to lift the piano lid, sit down and play, letting the music spin around me. I have an electric piano in MS, but it just isn’t the same as the real thing. After playing piano, I played guitar with Dad.

Today, I’m going to leave you all with the first piece I sat down to play. It’s glorious. Of course, there are about a bazillion I’d like to leave with you, but this one has some wonderful parts. So relax, sit back, and enjoy some beautiful music.

Oh, and uh…before y’all start getting crazy ideas, I don’t play it near as well as this dude 😉

Happy Easter!

I am in the in between moment of the day.  We’ve just gone to church and are preparing to leave for Grandma’s in an hour.  Mom is running an errand, Katie’s taking a nap, Dad is still at church, and I am sitting at the table, writing.

I love Easter.  I love this beautiful sunshiny 69-degree day (Minnesota in the spring-time is utterly breathtaking.  Mississippi is starting to become humid and hot, so it’s a nice break to be here for a bit).  I love my family and how they remind me to laugh hard and be at peace.  I LOVE the music at church – the brass ensemble and the amazing choirs.  I especially love that tiny bells are handed out to kids to ring whenever the word ‘Alleluia’ is spoken or sang.  I love our family’s tradition of making Ukrainian Easter eggs and I love the candied ham loaves Mom makes.

Happy Easter everyone.  Enjoy the beauty of the day.  I’m going to go play the piano to celebrate.

Best. Holiday.

Do You Doubt?

I have the best support system any girl could ask for.  I have an amazing boyfriend who gives me all the quiet time I need to write and is there to bounce ideas off of.  I have a Mom and Dad who are always willing to edit and read draft after draft of work.  I have a sister who is excited to be a part of my work.  And I have two dogs who sleep beside me while I write and keep me company.  These are my main supporters in my path to being a writer, along with friends, cousins, aunts, and grandparents.  All of these people are great at critiquing my work and not letting me think I am better than what I am, but at the same time they let me know I am not chasing after a dream I have no talent for.

If I know I am talented, have the dedication to work hard, and the willingness to learn, then why do I still doubt myself?

Occasionally, I doubt my ideas aren’t creative or that what I find interesting no one else will.  A lot of the time, I doubt my knowledge of grammar and punctuation.  Sometimes, I doubt that no matter how hard I work and how much I love what I do that no one, outside my circle of supporters, will respond to my work.  Most of the time, I doubt my writing, that when placed next to others it will fall far short.

There are two ways I can respond to doubt: one, I can stop writing and keep my stories in my head, and two, I can acknowledge my doubt and continue to work hard.

While reading other paragraph entries on Nathan Bransford’s blog, I was intimidated by many submissions and I definitely questioned how mine looked up against theirs.  I think this is great though because the only way I will improve is by reading and learning from others.

What’s especially cool about posting on Nathan’s blog is that TWO people liked mine.  Not ZERO, but TWO!!!  How cool is that?!  I know it’s not ten, or twenty, or a hundred who said something, but I was thrilled that both Patti and Sophia responded to my post.  Thank you both.

I believe all artists doubt, perhaps all people in all areas of work doubt their abilities.  The only way I want to respond to my own doubt is to push them aside and continue to work.  Doubting myself will only make me write…err, work harder.