If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m worried for our planet. This week has had terrible news, not just in our ability to not hurt the planet but also not hurt each other. It saddens me and I worry for us and for future generations.

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If we were having coffee, I would find it hard not to sit quietly for a minute or two in silent contemplation of what has just happened to the UK. It’s just so sad. If it never happened again, it’d be too soon.

But I wouldn’t want to depress you. What coffee would you be drinking? I’d have a lovely cafe au lait. It’s a wonderful mixture of coffee and steamed milk that just reminds me of Europe and never fails to make me feel better.

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I’d tell you that work has never been busier and for some reason that appeals to me (obviously, I need therapy). I’d tell you that our dogs are both blowing their coats at once and, with the dirt from our garage construction, the inside of our house now looks an awful lot like the outside. Just dirt everywhere.

I’d also tell you that my hubby has bought a big truck and he’s now getting buyer’s remorse. I, on the other hand, I’m super excited about it. Truck! And blue! Cool!

Finally, I’d try to get you to smile…or maybe this is more for me than for you.

The Weekend Coffee Share was created by Part Time Monster and is now hosted by Nerd in the Brain.

My thoughts and prayers go to London and the UK

Only a week since Manchester. It’s so horrific it boggles the mind.

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Stay strong, London, UK. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone in the UK today.

Let’s hope that, one day, this is just a painful memory and peace fills our world.

London, we stand with you

Such a horrific attack. It leaves me searching for words and thoughts to try and understand why someone would do such a thing.

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My thoughts and prayers are with the people of the UK at this incredibly difficult time, especially with the families and relatives of the victims. Canada stands with you.

France, you’re in our thoughts and prayers

I just heard about the terrorist attacks in Paris. My thoughts and heart go out to all the people of Paris and France.

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Let’s hope that one day peace reaches all parts of the world.

A little break

I’ve been debating this for a while. I’ve thought of taking some time away from the blog during the holidays but then felt badly and changed my mind. Finally, today I finally decided to go and do it. Not easy to leave a blog even if it’s only for a couple of weeks because I like mucking about on it and chatting with people online (the people I’ve met are really, really nice).

Uncomfortable as it may be, this is something that might help me write more and certainly replenish my blogging batteries. Besides, it’s always good to try new things and experiment. So I’m taking the risk and doing it.

Wish me luck! (I hope I don’t cave and run back here crying like a four year old) And I’ll see you back on January 6th!

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On violence

This past Wednesday a gunman shot Nathan Cirillo, the honour guard (unarmed) from behind at the National War Memorial in Ottawa before heading on to Parliament Hill.

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Nathan Cirillo was, among other things, a father, a dog lover and a husband.

When I think of what his family must be going through, I hope, that one day, our world will not know violence like this. It hurts so much to think of that horrible, senseless act and it helps me to read some of my favourite quotes on peace from some amazing people.

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I hope, one day, our world will be a peaceful place.

It’s so good to be home!

I’m such a home body. It’s something that’s never been as clear to me as during this one day away from home. I missed my home terribly. I missed my dogs, my hubby and the lovely conveniences of having TV, internet and a phone.

This retreat was like entering a different time period. The entire building was massive, set in a place among 150 acres of forest with lakes and trails that were beautiful if you’re a squirrel and want to leg it.

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The place was as quiet as a tomb and incredibly laberinth-like. There were stairs and twisted corridors everywhere. No matter which you took, it turned and ended up in a different area of the building. I got lost more times than I can count.

The rooms were microscopic…and filled with dead flies. The staff was just as minuscule consisting only of about 4 people. They did everything from cooking to welcoming us to telling us the rules of the place. No outside shoes. Everyone had to go around in slippers.

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The food was great…except for the coffee cups. They were the size of thimbles and I just about had it. In an act of unparalleled rebellion, I seized one of their cereal bowls and used it for coffee. People stared…but I couldn’t have cared less. In the mornings, I need coffee.

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We did a lot of ‘circles’ where we sat and listened to our ‘leaders’ tell us how to work better. I tried to be a good listener and appreciate what they were saying but it was hard and, with each passing hour, it got harder. By the second day, I wasn’t the only one dissociating. I counted 7 heads nodding while the last speaker rambled on.

The group leader only had to say that it was time to go before I was gone. I was the first out of the building and the first car out of the lot. I came home relishing loud music on the radio, shouting it out as I drove.

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My doggies were thrilled to see me and my hubby even had flowers waiting.

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What have I missed? What are you guys up to?

 

Confession

I got a bad review. Or rather my book did.

Everyone gets bad reviews. I know that.

Weeeeelll…my head knows it. My heart has trouble remembering. It’s a pretty easy thing to forget when you get that nasty review.

Dealing with a bad review isn’t easy. Though everyone has their own way, I thought I’d share what has worked for me.

1. Writing about it. It might sound ironic but writing about painful stuff helps me. I either journal about it or I write it into a blog post :-). Writing is cathartic and helps me get it out.

2. Sending out positive energy. I find that if I send it out, it comes back to me. So, when I need support, I try to send it out. When I need a kind shoulder, I try to be kind to someone around me. If nothing else, at least I feel better about myself.

3. Working out. We have this punching man downstairs and these great boxing gloves. I go down there and punch that guy in the face until all that anger and frustration is gone. Or I go to the elliptical and run or I head to the gym. Anger is a great motivator. I can get amazing work outs thanks to those nasty reviews.

4. Sharing with other authors. I know there are trolls online but I have found amazingly supportive people in the web. I can go to them and share my misery. Odds are, they’ve had a bad review and can identify with me. If not, they’re Nora Roberts…no, wait she’s had bad reviews as well.

5. Kissing my doggies. They don’t care if I’ve get bad reviews or bad hair, they love me unconditionally and trust me. I can kiss those furry heads and tell them all my troubles and they just listen. No judgement.

6. Working at DayJob. I work with the public. Within five minutes of being at work, I’ll have an impossible demand; within ten, someone will be shouting at me. I’ll come back to my computer glad that at least that review was written and not shouted.

A nice list, with nice items. They hurt no one and are good, mature choices.

What follows is a more immature list. Choices that, so far, I’ve managed to avoid. Please notice the ‘so far’. The next bad review will probably send me over the edge.

* Throw away the computer.

* Send the author of that review a nasty email calling them every name in the book and a few I’ve just invented.

* Start a Voodoo doll.

* Go to Tibet and join a monastery.

* Take up Wicca and conjure up a spell. Or two.

* Give up writing and take up playing the banjo.

Absolutely ridiculous list. Time for some maturity. Let’s have some links.

-Try this link and see what works for other authors from Writer Unboxed.

This one is from Digital Book World and has great tips.

One more from The Write Life.

What about you? Have you had a bad review? How did you handle it? What helped? Any other items you’d add to the ‘immature’ list?

How about some cute baby animals? They always make me feel better…

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Awww….

Awww!

8504326519_37f41d5551_zAwww!!! Okay, feeling a little better.