Each and Every Day!

One of the most frustrating things I experience is that I dedicate myself to an idea or project, and quite often I do as I have here.  I visit once in a while rather than focus each and every day.  At this point I feel the crazy chaos of starting a new semester of school along with a new year.  It also is coated in a sugary layer of positive thoughts and hopeful beginnings as I move forward and prepare for my 3rd writing class.  The momentum and joy of taking writing classes has continued, if not amplified over the past few months and has brought one important thought to mind.

Each and Every Day!

To be a successful writer, one must dedicate time to writing everyday.   Without that focus, the skills do not remain sharp, nor do they come as readily when needed.  This is true of every skill we wish to utilize professionally or in our personal lives.  In our actions or in our behaviors.

Simply said, whatever you choose to do, do it with passion.

Complete it with dedication.

Remain focused on the task and practice it Each and Every Day!


Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.



… And this is why I try not to make too many promises…

I promised to be in touch throughout my writing classes, and here I am a class and half in and finally coming back to the board.  Tonight I sent an email to nominate David Villalva, and his website: https://davidvillalva.com/ – to the top 101 websites contest.  His work has been part of my studies through accidental efforts as I have looked for additional sources to aide my writing goals.

Not only has he been effective in keeping me focused, but he also manages to find a way to keep my trust rolling forward.  And let me tell you… wow!  Believable characters…. had to use a lot of my own quirks to keep that point in place.  All is good.. now setting.  Oy!  I love the idea of not using a specific location on Earth as we know it… I need some freedom so I can explore the world and feel that my lack of traveling has a valid source.  So I am looking at pictures, searching my mind for ideas… and now I need a governing, cultural, and .. well.. complete world.

And again I say.. oy.
But then I see the kind of freedom and gratification that only creation can give me.  So, with that in mind… I will sign off for now and wish you well in your efforts to let the art of creation take your mind to the best of places.

Main idea of the scatterbrained post?  Keep creativity alive – especially the type of creativity that you love – carpentry…. welding… writing… art… on a daily basis if you can.

As one of the videos I watched exploring for class says… the only bad book is that which is not attempted.  So go forth and create with all your horrible terrible first ideas – then look for the gem in the midst!

Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon!


Week 1 – Creative Writing classes

In order to maintain my wish for this site to be useful, as well as become more readily accessed regularly by easily distracted me – I am going to share some of the writing tips that I am learning as a creative writing grad student.  Hopefully one or many of you will find value in what I share and can either improve your writing goals, or can find writing to be a valuable way to decompress.

So.. here goes nothin!

Have you ever read a book and realized.. hey, why did the author create that character?  Why is this book set for adults when kids would enjoy it?  WHY am I not writing a book like this!?  That, my friends, is one of the most valuable tools that is mentioned in week 1 of this course.  Fortunately I had already started this habit because .. and I don’t know about you, but when people tell me to show-don’t-tell a story line, I find many ways to confuse myself instead of going with my instincts.

So… to lets start there.  Write what you love.  Write what you know.  Write what fascinates you, and read what you love with the intent to tear the author’s approach up to gain more insight toward your craft.

Have a great week!

Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.


I’m Baaaaack!

Like it or not, I have made it back to the land of the cyber world and Bacon for the Brain.  I even managed to get a few photos of bacon which will soon grace the page. In the meantime…

A few things have developed and I am once again laying claim to the title – perpetual student.  Through a recent meeting in Malta I found a possible connection with the Montana Arts Council and through the discussion, I am focusing my efforts on establishing an office that yes, will still help with travel if needed, and documents, but will turn most of the office time toward coping tools.  The ideas I have in mind include writing, painting, drawing, carpentry, welding, mechanics, etc.  Ideas that can be turned into coping tools as well as tools that will lead toward financial success for my future clients.

This is where you insert comment toward ideas that I have not thought to include so I can focus my efforts on finding coworkers to help lead.  Keep me in your thoughts if you have no ideas yet, but may later.

Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.






Or maybe… Bah humbug.  No it is not Christmas, but the thought of changing my schedule from me time, to work time tends to drag this out of me on a Sunday night.  Monday’s are good because the week is heading toward completion, but this is my time of disgruntlement.

Last post you may remember me talking about writing about the good that happens to you in a day to help put the good and bad moments into perspective.  Well, for this time I start the … I have a solid 5 hours of playtime before I have to start for bed.  That means, at least 2 movies, or a handful of tv shows, or maybe even a good book.  It means crafts, or writing, and surfing the web for ideas for my students.. (yup – opted to teach summer school).  And now I just need to settle on my choices.  Maybe that is what the frustration is based on … I have too many options and only a little time.

So for now, I am going to think about my preferred thought for dinner.. I hate to cook if I can help it… and aside from the current allergy attack… I am going to make the most of my time.

What tools do you use to keep yourself upbeat, or establish a routine, pattern, or mission for your new week?  I know mine will be – reading, phonics and The Loch Ness Monster in the mornings.. but afternoons are aaalll for me. 😀  Find you bliss and create your mission.  It makes the blah moments into memorable moments.. for me.

And if I can remember to buy bacon so I will have headers to fit the page…

Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you soon!


Ms. Hughes, how come you’re so awesome?

“Ms. Hughes, how come you’re so awesome?”  This is how my tutoring day ended yesterday.  A less enthusiastic child came today, but the ending was similar.  These are the moments that impact the love of any responsibility as we go through our, occasionally, humdrum lives.  One tool that has been exceptionally beneficial to help maintain this perspective is to write down the good moments that happen in a day, and actively identify the times of stress within the 24 hour stretch.  I have often noted that I allowed.. yes allowed… a 10 minute experience to wreck my frame of mind for at least a few hours, if not a few days.  After I started this habit, I found myself to be happier, and less frustrated in the long run.  Unfortunately, I am still human and those hurts from 20 years ago will overlap current frustrations and I will get lost for a bit, but I eventually come back around.

The thought then today is a post I saw last week:  For every minute of anger we feel, we lose hours off our lives.  In exchange, every minute of laughter that we feel adds days to our health.  Not a bad outcome if we choose the right path.

Til tomorrow, good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.

Carroll College – February 2, 1989 – 4:30 something in the morning…

Carroll College in Helena February 1st was a bitterly cold, and windy day.  To my understanding, we were the last school to close in the state as the temperatures were -35, roughly -70 with wind chill.  Though many of our cars were froze up (yup, real technical there, I know) I among others, still wondered between the student union… ok, St. Als for those who know the campus… and my dorm.  By 11pm I was back in my room ready to enjoy a late wake up as no alarm was needed.

And then it happened.  I woke up at 4:30… ish for no rhyme or reason.  I sleep like the dead.. ok… used to… and with lights from the parking lot, and power on in my room, I saw no reason for being awake.  I turned back to face the wall, buried myself into the covers, and just as I relaxed I heard a loud explosive sound and my room lit up from outside.  I sat up turning to the window just in time for my window to blow in with a second explosion as my curtains followed suit and started flapping against the ceiling.  I screamed like a girl.. ok .. so I am one.. but I have never done that before… and dove under cover to keep from being hit by glass pieces or anything else sent my way.  The concussive blow of the explosion seemed to last forever, but I am sure it was seconds.  Those of you who have been through something similar can relate time more readily.  I bounced from… “It’s a nuclear bomb!.. Why’s Russia attacking now… No wait.. I am not dust…” to various other confusing thoughts that went on until the room quieted down.  The moment my curtains returned to their ‘normal’ position, I was up and out of the room barely touching the floor and slamming the door behind me.


So now you know the story.. except the source of it.  A train had rolled down iced rails unattended and slammed into another engine below the college.  Needless to say, I hate the concept of trains, or traveling by train, and especially being near the tracks when a train comes by.  I am working on breaking the panic down by being there for photos, or simply driving, as well as living within 3 blocks from the tracks. Some days it works, and others I question my wisdom on every level.


This is my 1 true moment that has created an altered view of my days that can turn my peace into panic at a moment’s notice.  While it in no way compares, it is my 1 connection to the emotions and events that I connected with in my research to make a difference in those who suffer from PTS, TBI, or any other stress induced emotions.


Good morning, or good night wherever you are.  Talk to you again soon.





…. hmmm… gotta come up with a bacon salutation huh… ideas?