Where Did she go?!

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Someone in the blogger-verse asked me, “Where did you go?”

This question got me thinking

I may have popped up every few weeks, but I didn’t divulge much of what I was doing with my free time while in my hiatus. I must admit I didn’t have a whole lot of time to sit down and focus on writing a crafted piece. That is most definitely for sure.

As a mother of a newborn, you don’t get the kind of down time A WRITER needs to get into that zone. After countless failed attempts, I realized I could only do so much, and stuck with what I could manage. There went my epic scenes, and poetic soul.

“Holy S***! Let’s take that back a notch”

As in Pouring my poetic soul out was hard to do, not like I fell into a dark depressing hole guys! Chill.

Lo and behold, I was resourceful. I found other avenues to stay active, and present without having to put as much time, and focus into it as I do here.

Sooooo…

I just spent the last year killen’ it on Snapchat with my bijmoi  

exploring musical.ly, and rockin’ on Instagram. I know! I dropped off IG for 4 months, and that was bad. I see that now with my stats. But we’ll make up for it.

Musical.ly tho! … that’s where I met some of the most miraculous people.

Some who took the time to become close friends with me.
Some who have even changed my life. 😘🌷
Some who became readers. Heyyyy. Hi. How ya doin’?
And some who reminded me just how special I AM.

Y’all are amazing!!

Through it all, that was one factor that led your beloved RareBear to evolve.

Ahahaha! I just had to.
Since one of you asked, “Where did you get RareBear from?”
I’ll reveal: It was given to me by a friend who means the world to me, and I’m quite fond of it. 💙💜💙💜

Don’t get me wrong. I love love LOVE! The names I’ve been called. Those of you who call me Rare. Those of you who call me Wise. You give me hearts in the eyes.

For those of you who see my username and Immediately make the connection.

AND… say that s*** correctly… There is a special place in my heart for you. MAD LOVE. Just ‘cause you get it.


By the end of it all, I still productively worked towards a goal, continued learning, improving, and growing.

Because,

“It doesn’t matter how slow you go, just as long as you get there.”

Besides, you can’t deny that I made a killer come back.
As stated by, Charlypriest

See ya on the next one. RareBear out



Rewind

“I can still remember that day. How it felt to finish my rough draft for my first novel. It felt…. .. liberating. It was a big step for me. After losing all of my journals to the house fire, recreating that kernel took some skill. From a story untold, It became MY story told.” 


Three days later….

When I laid my eyes on her, everything changed. A glimpse of hope gleamed brightly as she stared upon me with her baby blue hughes. this girl made my world bright again.
She IS:  “The light at the end of the tunnel” #Pieces


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Newborn Daze 
A December Gift

 


“Before conceiving Baby Blue, I was already on my way into my groove within my career. I knew as soon as Baby Blue entered the world, my time as I knew it would be lacking. Many of my projects were placed on hold. Not that it’s a bad thing. I did just get to spend the last two years shaping quite the remarkable young lady, and as she grows, so does her mother. Not that I’ve never grown up before, but as I shape my miniature me, I see the world through her eyes as if it was once mine. As her mother, It is my job to guide her through those moments in life appropriately.”

As my novel sat collecting dust digital dust, my blog too suffered the consequences. I guess you could say it was a rough transition.

I went from being an avid blogger with weekly chapters from a fiction series, a poetic crafter, brilliant philosophical moments, and budding novelist into a mom of four with a newborn to shape.

Everything came to a halt.

The only advantage I had on my side was experience. That foresight, encouraged me to set things into place . And so…

I set forth those goals:

Step 1: DRAFT THAT NOVEL! (Get to that next step before baby comes, so you’re not left in the in-between. Achieved!

Step 2: Warn my blogger-verse that I would be going into hiatus, with the promise that I would pop up occasionally.  A promise well-kept.

Step: 3 Evolve.


She’s back!!!!

A little older, and on the other end of the tunnel. It took a while to clean up all the debris.

Just as flowers cannot grow without darkness, neither can we. #StuffRareSays #Melasophical

Can I just say…. from day one, you’ve read through every post … Reading this right along with me. Feeling everything I’ve felt, learning life lessons with me side by side, and living vicariously through my stories. Whether real or fiction, it’s been rather interesting hasn’t it? 

Thank you for standing by!!

Even when I was a ghost, you were there reminding me on Instagram that I rocked. reminding me on twitter not to ever give up. Reminding me on snap chat how awesome I was. Reminding me in musical.ly that with me there was hope.
FREEZE!!
Do you feel that? It’s a story…. of a girl who through her battles became a queen.


It was apparent I needed some resources to help me get things done quickly. Dash suggested I get involved with #NaNoWriMO. For those of you that don’t know, National Novel Writing Month is a competition with yourself to see if you can write a 50,000-word draft in a month. Whoa whoa whoah I know what you’re thinking,

“That sounds hard.”

BUT!  #NaNoWriMo offers resources to help you keep your pace. Such as; Writing groups, nano word sprints on twitter, webinars, and much more!

The best part is… once you finish your novel, they offer summer camps with awesome and FREE resources to help you edit your novel. Did I mention you can do all these things straight from the comfort of your own home? Well, except the in-person face to face writing groups.

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Since I had baby blue three days after winning my 50,000 words, I was unable to participate in the summer camp. Hence the reason it sits collecting digital dust. This year through… It’s on!

During, my path with #NaNoWriMo, I was too far along to travel to the in person writing groups. Ahh!

There was a group in Santa Fe, NM with special guest George R. R Martin. I still kick myself for not being able to go. Oh, what I would have given to have the opportunity to simply ask, what are your writing strategies, how do you combat writers block, got any tips, ahhhh! BE MY MENTOR!!!  Have you seen is dialogue skills?!

I just… wanted to pick his brain, but my chance was lost. Therefore, I will forever wonder what I missed out on that day……………

See Ya on the next one, Where did she go?!”  RareBear out.



On The Flip Side

I’m feeling a little better today. 

Although, I must admit last night was a rough night. No one ever warns you that once you’ve injured yourself, you are forever doomed. 

In the car accident of 2009, I injured my right knee severely. Now when I get sick, or the weather gets cold, I must deal with the pain resurrecting itself Like, “Hello there old friend, lets grab drinks. and catch up.”  Meh!

Once upon a long time ago, I dislocated my shoulder. Ahhh teenagerville. When being wreckless had unforseen consequences. Nowadays, when It gets cold, or I HAVE a cold, or simply sleep on it wrong, it’ll slide out-of-place, or swell up.  ouch! I spent the better half of my evening, and well throughout the night in excruciating pain.   For a hot minute I was In a desperate attempt to find comfort despite the pain in my knee and shoulder. If you know your beloved RareBear well enough, you know I don’t DO painkillers. I’ll tolerate anything if it means not having to take  man-made substances. Think of all the chemicals!  Last night, I had to cave and take ibuprofen just to sleep longer than twenty minutes.

To be honest, I personally have never noticed the pattern of when my injuries flare up, but Jay does. Jay always notices these things about me more than I do.  Even when my pain, and discomfort makes me grumpy, Jay does his best to help this mom of four get back on her feet as quickly as possible. which Is why I’ve spent the last two days pumping myself full of vitamins, fluids, and the bombest homemade soups filled with glorious antioxidants.  and so, today I shall get back on my feet.

It’s the weekend!!!! remember that George R. R Martin story I promised you? It is coming. This weekend I will be posting my two-part series on the events that led up to my encounter with George R. R Martin.  Guys!! You wont believe how it all went down. for now, I’m off to my writers nook for some TLC.

RareBear out 



Sick Day

I woke up feeling terrible. Oh who am I kidding, I slept terrible for the last two nights in a row.  Because of my horrible nights worth of sleep, I ended up sleeping the majority of my day which also meant. no post.  Why does this bother me, you ask?

I recently made a goal. My goal was to post every day this month. Guys! EVERYDAY!  And by golly, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make that happen, even if my post is up late today.

If you heard my podcast from yesterday, I was talking about some topics that left me bothered and unnerved. Our town leaders seem to think that pickle Ball will be the savior to all of our problems. 

how shameful. Either way, if you haven’t tuned into it, feel free to do so now. For now, I’m going to go lay back down and work on getting better.

RareBear out