Winter Blues hit in January, after all the hoopla of the holidays are over, there isn’t much in January to do or get excited about. Though this month I actually do I have something to get excited about, I have another Winter Fine Art Show and Sale with the Grayslake Art Alliance on January 25th. I love being a part of such a great organization and able to be featured at these shows. I will have some of my photography, as well as, my books.
I am also working on my newest collection, Don’t Let Me Fall, which will be released in June 2020. This book has helped me through some real difficult times. I look forward to sharing it with you all.
I love this time of year everyone is a little nicer, children look at the world in wonder, and spending time with love ones matters the most. This month is the only time of year that I love seeing snow and as I have gotten older I have come to realize I should slow down and take in the lights and joy of the season.
So, I just wanted to take a moment to wish all of you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays! Enjoy this time with you friends and family.
I will be back next year with new poems, events, signings, and so much more. This next year will be full of new and promising adventures for me.
Sorry for being away, but I have been doing quite a bit of writing and working on my next collection of poems. The title is Don’t Let Me Fall. I will take you through my last year of sadness, grieving, learning, pain, finding the silver lining, and see the happiness in the smallest thing. This collection has my soul in every page and has helped me through the healing process.
I am hoping to have this collection by June 2020, and hopefully by the time Printers Row Lit Fest, which is June 6th and 7th. If you haven’t been to this Lit Fest, you should. There are Indie bookstores, authors, organizations, and so much more.
Up coming events:
Holiday Fine Arts Show and Sale, November 29th from 5p-8p at Grayslake Village Hall
A Poet in Everyone Workshop, January 11, 2020 from 1p-3p at Grayslake Heritage Center
again, those words you spew slash to the depths of my soul, til all that is left is a shell. -tel.
I am working on a new collection of poetry and I am hoping to publish the newest book by next year. It will be my second book published through Pressing on Press, Inc. I will have all updates along with sneak peeks of poems & photos, and dates of events I will be attending.
Yay!!! After a few spring snowstorms and cold temperatures, we are finally in Spring. Flowers are blooming, trees turning green, and the sweet sound of kids playing outside, wakes all of us from the winter slump.
Now its time for planting. I have 3 new lilac bushes in the ground and standing tall. The kids will be more active in the veggie garden this year, which will be a huge help. We are extending it to hold more cucumbers and lettuce and adding some new veggies too.
What do all of this have with writing? Poetry? Its all about inspiration. Watching the world awaken around me, I go off in the land of poetry, where hope, beauty and emotions encourages me to write more, even raining days. Poetry is me. I put my heart and soul into every word I get on paper. Then listening to the kids outside reminds me of my youth and though my childhood had some very bad times, I can look back and see the moments that where my best days.
Life is my inspiration. So go out and enjoy Spring, maybe you will be inspired too.
Every writer deals with a slump or block along the way. Its no surprise then, that I have fallen into it too. When writing poetry, I find even on my bad days I can get at least one poem idea but in writing my novel there seems to be more times where I am looking down at a blank piece of paper. I have been trying to find ways out of my block, oh yes I even looked into how some of the greatest authors did it, but I just can’t day drink (LOL). I have tried many things meditation, reading, writing all thoughts down, but nothing helped until, I started listening to music, especially Walk Off The Earth (oh yeah, huge WOTE-ing) and the light went on and the words flowed out onto the paper.
So on to writing! When it was Me is in the works and more than just a title and a small idea!
My favorite time of year is Fall, however Spring is a close second. The beauty of the world being reborn, inspires me in so many ways, yet, at times cause some bittersweet memories. I look forward to all of the flowers blooming but one stands out above all, my lilac bush. The sweet smell transports me back to a kid, where I would climb up in our lilac bush and escape reality for awhile. For those moments I could dream without being disturbed and hope that one day I would be able to live out my life a bit simpler than the hardship I was going in those days.
The ups and downs that mold you as an adult, can sometimes postpone those dreams. Yet, after many years behind me, I am finally able to live a dream or two. I never gave up on them, even in some of my darkest hours.
Who knew that a lilac bush could nurture and inspire someone in that way. From a simple flower, I take its fragrance and associate it to some of my most happiest times, as well as, some of the saddest. Yet, I always go back to it and savor every moment of its blooms.
I reach across timelines to get a glance of you, on more time. -tel
I have been hard at work getting my writing time in and establishing more of a routine. One of the other items on the list is working on my blog and keeping my website up to date. Fingers crossed I will get into a routine soon. I hear it takes 30 days for anything to become a habit.
So here is day 1.
I have also been busy with setting up more book signings, workshops, and other events. As they get finalized I will be posting all the info here, as well as, on my social media pages.
I am so excited to announce I have submitted a couple of poems to a contest through Southern Editing & Design. The link on Facebook is, https://www.facebook.com/group/702693853408808/?ref=group_header. Please feel free to go there for all the rules and when you can start voting. I will also be promoted on their website, https://ww.myaffiliateonstore.com/-tel.html. So go over and check it out.
Spring is when all life starts again and great time of year when you can start anew. I look forward for what is ahead of me and to share my journey with you all.
Its been a couple of difficult months for me. The lose of my Dad, missing my Grandparents, couldn’t get into my website, and physically in pain (due to all my autoimmune problems). Now the website is back on track and I am still having some tough days, but needless to say I have return to the living.
Been really busy with my writing, I believe this has helped in my slow process of grieving. I just hope I can write some more uplifting poems soon. I have injured my left knee and will have to have a MRI done to see what I have torn, but the silver lining of my cloud is that I will have more time to write. On Wednesday I will find out what course of action I will be taking to fix it. The working title for the novel is When it was Me.
I am also getting some reading done. I am currently reading Finding Dorothy by Elizabeth Letts. I am really enjoying it. Its a imaginative novel of the wife of L.Frank Baum, Maud, and the making of the movie The Wizard of Oz.
I first have to apologize for being absent from my website and blogs. In December, I lost my father. He battled for nine and a half years against truly monstrous foe, CANCER! I was able, along with my siblings, to get to my parent’s house to spend his last couple of days with him, before he drifted off to be with my grandparents in Heaven. The pain to watch him be in was hard to bear, but I also would never trade being there for anything. When I first arrived he opened his eyes, looked at me and with a big smile he said “Hi Tish. I love you.”. The rest of the time was in shifts with my sisters and brother during the day and my Mom took the night shift.
He passed on a Wednesday surrounded by my Mom, is kids, and some of his grandkids. As I placed my hand on his leg I could feel the faint pulse against my hand, then in a last breath, he was gone. We checked everything off his list on how he wanted to go, his last request, surrounded by his family at their home, and knowing we would have each other to lean on as well as help Mom.
With his passing, I have been turning to my writing more. For me that will be my therapy for the long rode ahead without my Dad. He was my biggest fan, encouraged my writing from early on, and supported my dreams.
I will miss him everyday for the rest of my life and hopefully I can pass down stories to my children, so that all of our memories will live on.