Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Dreaded T'ween...

You know, the week between Christmas and New Year's where you go from Christmas prep (gifts, decorating, baking, parties) to contemplating the year that's past and what lies ahead. It really is a huge change in direction this T'ween Week - and usually involves lazy days, lots of leftovers (including chocolates and shortbread cookies) and notebooks for journaling my thoughts and ideas.

This, too, is the ultimate week of "I'll start that at the beginning of the month!" because the beginning of the month is the beginning of the New Year! I've been guilty on more than one occasion of putting stuff off because of the impending new month - but I'm trying very hard to stay the course this week as far as exercise goes.

So, People of Blogland, is T'ween Week one of looking back at the year and eating leftovers for you? Does the week feel like a bridge from the year that's past to the one about to begin - a bridge that, while you cross it, makes the ordinary aspects of your life seem like they are in limbo? Are you thinking about your new word for 2012?

I'm off to have pie for breakfast - hey, it's T'ween Week, anything goes :)



Friday, December 23, 2011

Feliz Navidad...

The best way to express my sentiments to all who stop by here...

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart!



And if that doesn't get you tapping your toes (or even up and out of your chair for a little salsa first thing in the morning as it did me)!






Thursday, December 22, 2011

Now Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding...

I'm including a link to a recipe for Figgy Pudding just in case you feel the need to make it this holiday season! From what I know, it's very much like fruitcake, but more on that later.

Shortbread cookies are on the agenda today. I wasn't going to make any - goodness knows there's enough stuff around here and out and about that I don't need to add anymore, but shortbread cookies are a tradition and I can't seem to shake my craving for them (especially when I'm sipping on an eggnog). I always make the same ones - the recipe on the cornstarch box - and I use a cookie press that my mom gave me (it has a thistle on it). These are so delicate and melt-in-your-mouth good - I'm sure that my afternoon will consist of eating way too many!

Yesterday, we received in the mail our other 'must have' Christmas sweet. The Husband's mom sends us a rich, dark, decantly drunk fruitcake every year - and we love when the package shows up on the doorstep! She makes it in September - and then serves it rum over and over again until it's time to package it up and send it off. Not everyone likes fruitcake - but we do and this year's edition was perhaps one of the best she's ever concocted. Lots of red and green cherries - and very, very moist.

There was a time, years ago, I make a ton of sweets for Christmas. I would freeze them all and bring out assorted plates if we were going to friends' or if company came. Then, I did a stint of cookie exchanges - a great way to have a variety of sweets without having to make them all (not to mention all the different ingredients). My contribution was always rum balls (ooh, haven't made rum balls for ages). Again, the loot would get frozen and brought out at appropriate times.

Of course, not all the goodies made it to friends' or the plate - The Husband has a wicked sweet tooth and likes to eat the cookies and squares frozen! I would go to get a Nanaimo Bar or a Turtle Dove Square and the container would be empty, except for a few crumbs (which I've learned from him make wonderful ice cream toppers after all the sweets have gone). Then there were the 5 or 8 pounds I gained over the holidays because I can't say no when asked if I want a sweet with my evening tea!

So, we've pared down to just shortbread cookies and fruitcake. How about you, People of Blogland, do you bake up a storm? Do you like to try new recipes or do you have your tried, true and loved favorites? And let's get a show of hands for fruitcake - love it or leave it?





Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Inspiration - Christmas Giving...



Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect. ~ Oren Arnold

May Peace be your gift at Christmas and your blessing all year through! ~ Author Unknown

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Go Tell it on the Mountain...

I love the music at Christmas time - OK, maybe not when they start piping it through the speakers at the shops right after Halloween! There's the traditional carols that I love to sing along to - Silent Night, Joy to the World, and Oh, Come All Ye Faithful. And the contemporary songs that always take me smile - So This is Christmas, I'll Be Home for Christmas, and Silver Bells. And then there's the children's classics - Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and Away in a Manger.

I have a special place in my heart for The Little Drummer Boy. A student of mine way back when I taught in the Arctic didn't hear the words correctly - and, well, her rendition will always be my favorite (go here to read more about The Rubber Bum Bum Song).

But my all time favorite (and this is hard because I have my Christmas CDs out and there are so many that I'm oohing and ahhing over) has to be:






Not to mention Josh Groban is fabulous!!!

What's your favorite Christmas Carol or song, People of Blogland?




Monday, December 19, 2011

Winner, Winner, Turkey Dinner...

Turkey because it's Christmas!

Oops, Jana sent me an e-mail this past weekend to tell me who won a copy of her book, The Girl Most Likely, and I forgot all about posting it on the blog. I haven't even had turkey, yet, so I can't blame my lameness on Turkey Brain.

Without further ado...

Congratulations, Silver!!!! You've won a copy of Jana Richards' book, The Girl Most Likely. If you'd like to e-mail Jana (her e-mail address is jana dot richards at hotmail dot com), you two can organize the prize payout!!

Now, back to our regular programming :)

Joy To The World...



Have you noticed the blog posts for the past week have all been titles to Christmas Carols? And most of them have been relevant to the post. This one - I'm stretching it! I couldn't find a carol that related to Christmas drinks!

*Edit - wassailing is the act of singing and drinking to the health of trees in a ceremony to encourage good apple crops in the future - there seems to be some toast (as in bread) used in the ceremony, too - thus the post should have been named "Here We Come a-Wassailing...*

Two years ago I posted the Christmas Drink of the Year - Eggnogtini. Ooh, so very, very good. Last year, we discovered the Maple Whisky Fizz (which I don't think I posted a recipe for, so I'll include that here - ooh, it really is joyful today :)

This year, another great Christmas Cocktail to share with you. The Jolly Old Elf! We made it up on Saturday night when friends came around for dinner. We had another version of The Elf last night while we watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1. The second version was a little different because we didn't have any sparkling wine left - not something we usually keep in the house. I'll give you both versions:

The Jolly Old Elf

1/2 oz Amaretto (almond flavored liqueur)
2 oz cranberry juice
Top up flute (or large wine glass) with sparkling wine
(adapted version: 1/2 oz Amaretto, 2 oz cranberry juice, top up glass with white wine and club soda)

Personally, I'm thinking that the drink could also be made with 7-up instead of the wine - I may have to try that out!

Here's the Maple Whisky Fizz:

1 1/2 oz whisky
1 1/2 oz maple syrup
Combine and pour 1/2 oz of mix into 6 flutes - top with sparkling wine.

Do you have a favorite Christmas drink recipe, People of Blogland? Do we have eggnog fans out there?



Friday, December 16, 2011

Jingle Bells...

The sound of bells at Christmas! For years now I've hung jingle bells on our front door at Christmas (I would love to have them there for the entire year, but The Husband says they get in the way - since they're a child's musical instrument and something you could wear around your wrist, I get his issue; so Christmas it is). I love the merry tinkle whenever I open the door.

This is not a Corcoran Tradition only - many people hang bells on their doors for the Christmas season. One of the local merchants has a bell on the door and as I opened it to enter, I couldn't help by smile. After a quick Googling (new word), I rediscovered that bells were used in medieval times to ward of evil spirits. I say 'rediscovered' because as part of my research when writing/editing Lady Bells I uncovered this tradition. It plays a very bit part in the story since Lady Bells wears tiny jingle bells attached to her girdle ties. Everywhere she goes, the sound of bells accompanies her. And because of her love of eavesdropping, she had to find ways to silence those bells in order to listen in on conversations.

Here Mena (Lady Bells) is heading toward the hall and her husband the morning after their marriage - they are at Hugh's Uncle's.

Heated conversation met her half way down the hallway.
Her hand slid along the ties of her girdle, cupping the bells and silencing them in her palm. A deep breath and she crept forward.
"She will be told nothing!"
Willamena crept forward, positioning herself against the pillar of the archway. Hugh and his cousin were alone at the lord’s table.
Hugh stabbed the wooden surface with his finger. "I will simply remind everyone at Fallowlees what’s at stake. The others are either dead or gone. You will say nothing, Armstrong."
"She should be told the truth of the matter, Hugh. Better to hear it from you than a simple wench who forgets her promise. And as for –"
"Lady Bells?"
Thomas’ silent approach startled her and the ties dropped form her hand. The sound of bells echoed throughout the hall.
"Are you coming or going?" He gripped her elbow, the pressure gentle, but persuasive. "Come, I will escort you. I believe Hugh is waiting for you."
He was indeed. His eyes were black, focused fully upon her. His face hard and chiseled. The tick she had thought merely a shadow from the dancing firelight last night was real; the right side of his jaw jumped in agitation. She stumbled.

Do you love the sound of bells, People of Blogland? Do you hang bells on your doorknobs? Did you know that you can train a puppy to ring a bell at the door when it needs to go outside? I've often thought that I might try to train the next dog this way - that gives me the excuse to have bells on my doorknobs year round!! Happy Friday :)




Thursday, December 15, 2011

Let it Snow, Let it Snow...

I'm jacked up on buttercream icing! OMG, made these Eggnog Cupcakes and they are soooo gooood. I'm going to take my own advice and claim that eating dessert first thing in the morning allows all day to burn off those calories (Lu, don't remind me that the stuff I eat later could be an issue). If you get a chance, check out From Cupcakes to Caviar Blog (linked above with the recipe) - the writer, Janet (great name) is hilarious. And her recipes - fabulous (ooh, I see today she has a bacon, cheddar and cracked pepper biscuit recipe)! For convenience, I have her listed in my sidebar over there on the right under "Cooking Blogs".

So, it looks like it's going to be a brown/green Christmas here in Nova Scotia! There's a possibility we'll get a few flurries today, but with the temperature already at 1C, I think it will be more a rain event. The 2 week forecast has some rain/snow mix at the end of next week and into the Christmas weekend - but the temperatures look to be above 0C. I'm no meteorologist, but that doesn't bode well for those who want a white Christmas.

I'm OK with a brown/green Christmas. I've spent most of my life in places that were covered with the white stuff (some years the white stuff had been there since before Halloween). I love being able to wear my running shoes instead of my big winter boots (OK, I did that when I was a teenager, but I'm smarter - ha - now). I love not having to put on the big winter coat every time I want to go out (including just stepping out the door with the dog). And I love not having to wear my longjohns from October to April (yes, I'm a wuss and most people know my tendency to layer up for 6 months of the year). So no snow isn't a big deal.

But some do love having the white stuff for the Christmas season. Are you one of them? I'm reminded of Bing Crosby in "White Christmas" - I love that movie. I leave you with "Snow", sung by Bing, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney (yes, aunt to George) and Vera-Ellen.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Inspiration - Jana Richards Talks Success...

Does Success Equal Money?

A few weeks ago my husband and I were in Toronto visiting our daughter. While we were there we also visited with my husband’s nephew and his family. We always have great conversations with Mark and his wife since they are both well-read and well-informed and love a good discussion as much as we do.

Somehow the conversation turned to the meaning of success. My daughter was totally convinced that success can only be measured by the amount of money a person makes; the more money you earn, the more successful you are. She might be somewhat jaded by the fact that she was recently laid off and is having a hard time finding another job. Mark took the opposite view, and he knows what he’s talking about. For several years he worked in sales, making a very good living. By my daughter’s definition, he was successful. But he was unhappy in his work. He went back to university, got his teaching degree, and now teaches high school math and chemistry. He absolutely loves it. If he’d stayed in sales he’d make more money, but he’d have less job satisfaction. Because he makes less money, is he unsuccessful?

I thought about my own situation with my writing. If making money was the only criteria by which I measured my writing success, I’d have to say I was a whopping big failure. I’m lucky if I cover my writing expenses. Yet I feel I have achieved a certain level of success. There are many ways to measure success.

Over the years I’ve set many goals for my writing. Some have been accomplished and some not. I find that these goals change over time. For instance, when I first started writing, my goal was to complete and polish a book. The next goal was to submit it to a publisher. Then after that, my goal was to find a publisher who would accept my book.

I’ve had some success with these goals. But now my goals have changed. I want to continue to complete and publish new books, but now I want to submit to larger publishing houses. I want to write that ‘breakout’ book that Donald Maass talks about in "Writing the Breakout Novel". And I’m not gonna lie, I want to make money. Making money from my writing would allow me to spend more time writing, to perhaps attend more conferences, or to spend more time and money on promotion. Perhaps that would help me to reach a level of success that right now I can only dream of – to be a well-known, and well-loved romance writer. Money is great, but it’s simply a a tool. It allows you to do what you really want to do.

Though money is an element of success, it is not the only measurement. Does what you do provide you with self-fulfillment and self-worth? Does it make you happy? Then in my book, you are a success.

How do you measure success?


Jana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side. She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.
When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.
Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren, and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at
http://www.janarichards.net



The Girl Most Likely by Jana Richards:

Cara McLeod, the girl most likely to have the perfect marriage, is now divorced and, in her own words, "fat, frumpy, and over forty." The thought of facing former classmates—and the ex-husband who dumped her—at her high school reunion terrifies her. Cajoled into attending by her kids and her best friend, Cara enlists help at the gym to lose weight and look great for the reunion. Personal Trainer Finn Cooper is more than willing to help—but does he have to be so to-die-for gorgeous?
Finn thinks Cara is perfect just the way she is. She’s everything he wants in a woman, except for one thing—she can’t get past the fact that he's eight years younger. To Finn, age and weight are just numbers. But can he convince Cara the numbers she worries about add up to only one thing for him—love?

Jana's newest book, The Girl Most Likely from The Wild Rose Press, is available now. Go here for details on picking up your own copy.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Hallelujah - That's Me...

After all these years I have finally come across a term I believe describes me! Hallelujah!!

Backtrack - I often describe my life as a book and most books have chapters, right? I consider my always changing dreams, goals, jobs, residences as my chapters. Let's look at jobs - I've worked retail, I've learned how to be an engraver, I've developed photographs (back in the day when it took 6 hours and chemicals), I taught English as a Second Language, I taught elementary school, I worked in a deli, I did a stint in a bakery, I've worked accounts payable and was a receptionist. Now I work as a database/marketing specialist!

Residences - the Prairies, the Arctic, Big City, Small Town, East Coast.

I've been a Highland Dancer, I've learned how to weave (and have a loom sitting in my front room collecting dust), I wrote a book (unpublished, but still finished), I ran a half-marathon, I took Scottish Country Dance classes and learned how to line dance to country music. There was a time when I went through a gourmet cooking phase, and a bread-baking phase.

My dreams - oh, too many to list - from being an actor (did some small town theatre and loved it) to a doctor. Thought about being a vet. Would love to learn how to paint. There's the published writer dream. And with all my research into running and nutrition, I'd love to go back to school to become a sports nutritionist.

And I've already talked about my love of learning here.

See, all over the place! And I've often looked back and thought "Scatterbrain!" And, as many of you know, often thought of my failed dreams or loss of interest as, well, failure. But not now -

A multipotentialite is a person who has many different interests and creative pursuits in life.
Multipotentialites have no “one true calling” the way specialists do. Being a multipotentialite is our destiny. We have many paths and we pursue all of them, either sequentially or simultaneously (or both).
From: http://puttylike.com/terminology/

The whole article resonated with me - OK, maybe the 'gifted individual' made me giggle, but the rest: "THAT'S ME"!! And from now on I'll think differently when I begin to pursue a new adventure, dream, or interest!

This was the big "Hallelujah":

Multipotentialites don’t define “finishing” the way a specialist (and indeed, most of society) does. We learn what we came to learn and then move on to the next interest. This may not always look like “finishing” to the outside world, but it is.

Thanks to Procrastinating Writers Blog who linked to Puttylike and introduced me to the word. And I can't wait to see what Jennifer from Procastinating Writers Blog has in store for her new venture: "I’ll be launching a brand new blog. This time the focus will be on teaching writers how to adopt holistic practices in life/writing to help inspire their creativity."

Any multipotentialites out there in Blogland?




Monday, December 12, 2011

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...or not!




Wow - I think this guy needs some help untangling those lights!!

A little less than two weeks to the big event - are you ready? I have Christmas boxes piled in the spare room only because I had to find a suitable Christmas gift bag ASAP. I came across the little wooden sled my friend Brenda made for me years ago and put it on the dining room table. And that's the extent of Christmas decorating inside the house.





Outside, The Husband put the lights up a couple of weeks ago when the weather was decent. Here's a picture of what the place looks like all lit up:

I got creative and found an old plant pot, dug up a small pine tree and stuck it in there, added some other pine tree branches (I love the fact that our house is surrounded by trees - all kinds of coniferous), went walking in the woods until I found some branches that still had red berries and added it to the pot, and placed it on my plant stand at the front door. I think I'll tie a festive bow on one of the branches sometime soon (now that the boxes are out and open) and call outside done.

Now, to find the time and energy to get the inside done. I'm sure we'll get it decorated by the time Christmas rolls around. If not, I guess I'll go hang out at that guy's house ;)

Are you decorated for the holidays, People of Blogland? Do you stick with the tried and true or do you change things up every year (we went over to friends' yesterday to help decorate their tree - she always does a different theme every year, this year was homey/country/folksy and the tree looks fabulous)? Do you decorate inside and outside?



Friday, December 9, 2011

Windswept Beach...



There seems to be a beach theme this week. Yesterday way a blustery day here on the East Coast. 85K/hour winds (53mph) gusting to over 100K (65mph) made for many trees down, signs blown over and, because it was garbage day in some areas, garbage bags rolling down the street like modern day tumbleweed!

We took a quick trip over the river on the ferry. A large vessel, usually steady and smooth, bobbed up and down in the water as swell after swell hit the side. If one was prone to seasickness, the contant up and down of the horizon might have caused some quesiness. I loved it. The motion, the overcast sky, the howling winds took me back to my childhood when we would go overseas to visit relatives (Scotland - notoriously bad weather) and take as many boat tours as we could. My dad loved boats and water - inevitably, we would be out on the water in less than perfect conditions riding out the swells and listening the flap of our pants in the wind.


The Husband and I drove out to Hirtle's Beach - a beautiful stretch of beach that usually has some fantastic waves. The wind was so strong, I struggled to get my door open to get out. Then struggled to walk down the boardwalk to the rocks. Here's me leaning into the wind at the end of the boardwalk.



































The pictures don't do the wave action justice. It was incredible! The sound of fury. The salt spray. But it was hard to keep the camera steady. If you're interested in seeing Hirtle's Beach on a calm day, head over to Dream Big - Sara had been there on Monday and took some fabulous pictures and a short video.


Have a great weekend, People of Blogland :)



Thursday, December 8, 2011

A Simple Pull...

unraveling...
perfectly constructed,
meticulously crafted,
harmonious!
one tug,
a simple pull,
loosens, frays,
destroys!
tumbling, knotting,
heaped in random chaos,
undone!











Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Inspiration - The Beach...

Inspired by my run on Crescent Beach, here are some wonderful beach quotes - and my own photos of Oxner's Beach (with The Husband and Taz enjoying the walk), a small collection of beach 'gifts', and The Bay of Fundy taken at Burntcoat Lighthouse this past summer. I love the beach :)


I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.” ~ Anna Quindlen




The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea. ~
Anne Morrow Lindbergh



In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.” ~ Rachel Carson


The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea. ~ Isak Dinesen


At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun. ~ Unknown







Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Post Race Report...

Took a long weekend there - needed it after my crazy busy Sunday. Yes, I did run a half-marathon distance in 2:28:14, which is a personal best! I decided to do a straight out course - there's something about getting out a distance and then turning around and knowing you have all that distance to cover again to get back to the start. Mind games! I convinced The Husband that he needed to come and get me. He arrived right on time.

The course I chose, from my place to Crescent Beach, was beautiful. And it was a beautiful day - I was 'unlayering' before I even hit the half-way mark. I ran along the LaHave River to where it meets the Atlantic Ocean, then kept going until I hit the beach. I've blogged about this beach before - the only beach in Nova Scotia that allows cars to drive on it (good thing, don't think I could have walked back to the parking spaces) - see here if you're interested in knowing more about this natural wonder or seeing some pics I took.

When I got to the beach, the watch told me I still had mileage to go - so down onto the hard-packed sand I ran with the waves spilling in toward me and the rhythmic sound accompanying the percussion of my feet. What an awesome way to finish a run!

Needless to say I was tired and could already feel my legs burning. An epsom salt bath was needed - as was the hot chocolate spiked with Swiss Almond Liquour (the running nutritionists will be having a fit with that post-race refueling). And I had to be ready to leave the house for an afternoon party in under two hours. I'm so glad I took the time to have the bath, though, or I wouldn't have made it through the rest of the day.

After all that excitement - the run and a marvelous party with friends - I was one tired puppy yesterday. Didn't even have the energy to blog! Still a little fuzzy around the edges today.

How was your weekend, People of Blogland?




Friday, December 2, 2011

Vegas, Baby!

My friend Brenda, and her friend Leah, are running this weekend in the Rock n' Roll Las Vegas Half Marathon. Being a supportive kind of person, I, too, am running the half marathon. Just not in Vegas!

I decided to do this - run a race thousands of miles away and all by myself - not only to support Brenda, but to give me something to train for. I've discovered that if there's nothing coming up race wise, I skip my workouts. Yes, you read that correctly. I am lazy. But if I have the incentive of an upcoming event, I will get out and run. Call it a carrot.

With this being a kind of virtual run, I was worried that I would slack off. Obviously I didn't sign up for the race, I won't be running with 40,000 people and the only one who would know for sure that I actually got out there and ran 21K (13 miles) would be me. But I didn't - well, except for that one week where I kind of slacked off.

And that one week? Had I not made the committment to run 'with' Brenda, that one week would have morphed into two, then three, then four. I've already learned the hard way that any time away from consistant running will quickly derail my fitness. After last year's half, I stopped running and when I started up again in January it was like starting from scratch. All that conditioning had disappeared. I took time off after the race in May (not as much, but still time away from running) and the same thing happened.

I need deadlines. So with that in mind, I have already planned my 2012 running schedule to help me stay the running course. And because I'm loving this running thing so much, I have tentatively mapped out my 2013 year (and it's going to be BIG - I turn 50 and I have a goal that is both very scary and very exciting - more on that later). With all this planning, all these carrots, I'm sure to keep myself on the running path.

What kind of carrots do you dangle in your life to keep you on your chosen path? Do you work better with deadlines (and carrots)? Have you ever noticed that time away from something sets you back in skill level or conditioning (I think of my writing and the same is true - obviously the reason why so many advocate writing every day)?

Happy Friday, People of Blogland. And good luck, Brenda and Leah :)




Thursday, December 1, 2011

NaNoWriMo - We're Finished...



Dear NaNoWriMo,

I’ve never written a Dear John letter before. OK, there was that one time back in Grade 6 to a group of girls who, looking back now, were definitely cliquey. Perhaps not the best decision I’ve ever made, but I survived and I like to think the stand I took made me a stronger, better person. Of course, I could still be in denial and therapy shouldn’t be out of the question.

Now, years later, I’m writing another letter to explain why we’re through, NaNoWriMo. Don’t get me wrong, this, what we had, was so very good when it was good. But I couldn’t keep up. Your demands for my time and attention were unrealistic. There’s so much more to my life than just you and your word count!

Oh, if it had only been about word count. You wanted commitment and focus then tempted me with a shiny website. Your simple request to log my progress got me into your inner sanctum only to have you seduce me with online forums filled with others just like me wanting, no, needing to be acknowledged, loved, listened to. Had I known what distractions lurked there, I may not have agreed to your terms. Had I known how many others you were involved with, I may not have fallen so head over heels for you. And, if 59 different forum titles weren’t enough to lure me away from my manuscript, my NaNo Mailbox filled up with messages of hope and inspiration, and mail from other writers.

I know, I know. Excuses all. I promised myself I wouldn’t lay blame for this failed relationship. We’re done, our time has come to say good-bye. I’ve learned a lot about myself in this short period of time, for that I thank you. I’ve tapped into my creative side, something that’s laid dormant for too long. And because of your shiny website and love of community, I’ve met some like-minded people who live near by. So, perhaps this isn’t so much a final farewell, but a fond adieu. You never know, I may call you up in a couple of months, a year, and we could try again.

Sincerely,

Running_Writer