Do You Have PURPOSE??

Christina over on Christina's Journey gave me a brand-spanking new award!! It's beautiful. Thank you, Chris!


Purpose, what's that really all about? As a mother, wife, and daughter, I guide, comfort, and love. As a writer, I do the same only in a different way.


I feel compelled to give this award to a few of my writer friends who have either become CPs or have shared their writing journey with me on a personal level. Stina of Seeing Creative, Marcy (my 1st ever CP) of Mainewords, and Jen of A Day Into the Writer.

Marcy over on Mainewords gave me this one. I love it! All that silver and of course black. Like the best color on the planet, ever!! I'm resorting back to my alter-ego: the rebel. Yeah, I've always love the color black, but when I was in school--Catholic school mind you--my mother thought it was inappropriate to wear anything black unless one was headed to a funeral. I loved black nail polish. Always wanted to wear it but she wouldn't let me. Wanted to paint my room black. Sure a bit morbid, but I'm cool with the undead and all such creatures. And hey, the nuns practically wore all black. Anyway, so today I'm wearing black nail polish and a stylish new award! 

I'd love to pass these on in thanks to certain bloggers/writers but also to uplift and promote them. Hope you'll pay them each a visit if you don't already know them.

C. Lee of TheWriteGame, Susan of Ink Spells, and Dianne of In High Spirits.

And believe it or not, I've been given another award. Geez Louise, I am not worthy. I am not worthy. But I am humbled. Thank you. Alison Pearce Stevens has given me the Versatile Blogger Award. (say 7 things about myself.)


I'd like to pass this on to LM (who is like the most versatile person I know), and Jen of Unedited.


Seeing how I've done this one before, I thought I could get a bit silly with it and give you a visual of my junior high years.


1. Eyeglasses the size of toilet bowls on my face.
2. Said eyeglasses turned brown in the sun. BROWN.
3. Matted dark hair, which I probably hardly washed. 
4. Absolutely, positively no curvaceous features. I was a stick figure.
5. Dork in a ridiculously ugly cheering uniform. Gosh, why didn't someone tell us??? Parent abuse.

6. Roller skates constantly on my feet (a product of the early '80s) with at least 10 to 12 rabbit's feet dangling from the laces. Why rabbit's feet, you ask? They were all my allowance afforded me out of the toy vending machine which was directly next to the cigarette vending machine.

7. Metal in my mouth, allowed to wear no makeup, and I'd much rather have been shooting hockey pucks in the driveway then spending time in that ugly cheering uniform. #vomitinducingsweatermaterial

Congrats, my friends and Alleywalkers. Thank you for sharing in my writing journey to and beyond publication. Hearts to you All!!


Tell me: what purpose does your writing have in your life?