Marketing Words


I have a hard time promoting myself. I don’t know how to endorse my own creativity. I have two books out on Amazon and I rarely ever mention them. Actually, I forget they are out there. When I wrote Ballerina in a Bottle I wrote it from a dream before my life changed so drastically. The story is pretty parallel to my past. I showed it to a friend who is a writer and he suggested I finish it about a two years ago. It was like pulling my heart out of my chest with my bare hands. Excruciating! Many folks asked why I didn’t make a full length novel. The truth is that just being the length of a novela was difficult. This was part of the healing process. My other book, A Soul’s Peaceful Quest: Lessons from the Path is a compilation of my muses, lessons and stories. Many of the chapters come from blog entries which were removed once the book was out there.

Mark Nepo writes, “Often we repeat stories, not because we are forgetful or indulgent, but because there is too much meaning to digest in one expression. So we keep sharing the story that presses on our heart until we understand it all.” I never thought of myself as a writer. I still don’t label me as a writer of any kind. I am a story teller of common stories, situations and events. I share my experiences with hope that someone out there can say, “Oh my goodness, I’m not alone.” I also share them because I am working through them so I write them for me. At times the words come through and I have no clue how they arrive. Writing is therapy. It calls out in the middle of the night. It has coffee with me every morning. It recites parts of my soul while showering. It sings through the landscape while I am driving. Phrases slip into poems while in nature with every single step. Words fall out in a way that complete the pieces of me that have never been touched. At other times words magnify the essence of events, situations and allow me to heal through each letter, syllable and sentence. Many of these stories never make it outside of a computer file or a handwritten journal. They are hidden in there with the intimate parts of me. These are narrations that leave and dance in the process of exploration to rejuvenate, recharge and release the shadow parts of my essence.

I began working on a third book called Love Transcends. I also have a computer folder with thousands of poems waiting to be shared. It’s exhausting to go through my own words to clear the ones who can be contributed. I was blessed to have my fiance do the other two books and set them up for me. He is encouraging. I am forever grateful. Matt is a talented and amazing writer. Our lives have evolved into other areas that at the moment require our full presence wholeheartedly. So, I will continue to write at a snail pace until it is completed in a way I can share.

If you are ever in the market for a muse or a bit of inspiration check out those two books. I hope they will inspire you in a way that they touched me and healed my spirit. Mucho love to all.

Living Your Stories

Oh my goodness!  Life happens regardless of being present or not.  The summer has escaped me.  I don’t know where or how it went by so quickly.  I look back at my computer and realize I haven’t been able to catch up on my favorite blogs.  I haven’t been able to finish the five books I started months ago on my nightstand.  I haven’t been able to take the many hikes I had planned.  We’ve had a busy summer in our retreat center.  I am grateful for it all.  We’ve met so many wonderful people, each with their own incredible stories.

For so many years I would dive into books and escape the stressful life I was living.  Sometimes I would read five or six books in a week.  Once the kids went to bed I would glue myself into the stories…many of which I dreamt of living.  I would travel with my narrators.  I would dream of being in the mountains somewhere.  I lived vicariously through lovers and their many adventures.  Now I realize that all the stories have become a part of my life.  I am doing exactly what I have dreamt through those novels.

Looking at the past few months, a wonderful man in my life, only one young adult left at home, a gorgeous haven I call home, I cannot imagine anything better.  I have acquired everything I put out to the universe years ago.  I have found a piece of heaven while journeying with my best friend and I don’t require the nose diving mindless nights of searching for dreams in someone else’s stories.  Don’t get me wrong, I love books and will continue to read forever.  They teach, excite, marvel, and unite in places that life has yet to provide for us.  But, there is something sweet to be said about being the heroine in your own life.  There’s so much magic in allowing dreams to come true.  The Law of Attraction requires the energy set forth from your desires to align with your reality.  Books provided the desires, teaching me what and how I wanted my life to evolve.  Now that I am living these stories it is hard to sit long enough to concentrate on fiction.

As autumn peeks through the mountains I begin to slow down and relax.  Winter will once again force me to take refuge indoors.  I will catch up on my favorite sites.  I will read and research extensively.  For right now the weather calls for me to live my stories outdoor.   I apologize if I haven’t visited some of your stories.  I thank you for the support the blogging community has given me.  I am dumbfounded each time I write something and I receive feedback.  It is always mind boggling to find another person on the other side of the world reading my experiences.  I am forever grateful for the love and support.  May you enjoy the rest of these last summer days!  We can always meet back here in cyber space!

Mucho love to all….Millie