BOOK SIGNING SODDY-DAISY, TN
I will be having a book signing at the Daisy Church of God, during Upward, from 10:00 - 12:00 in the Family Life Center on February 23, 2013.
I would love to have you come by and see me. Get a book if you like. If you have already purchased one from Amazon, bring it by and I will sign it.
What do you remember?
Mother's day has come and gone. My oldest son was here for a couple of days preceding Mothers's day. While here, he gave me the sweetest card. The card itself was nice, but inside was a handwritten note. He stated that when people ask him about his childhood, one particular scene camde to mind. It is the times when he and his brothers and sisters were around our bed (usually AFTER we had put them to bed..LOL, or early in the mornings). We are talking, bonding, and sharing. (I would add 'laughing"). It was amazing because, when I think of the children's time at home, this is the 'exact' memory that comes to my mind. Those were great moments, long since gone, and hopefully perpetuated in their own homes.
Being the genealogists that I am, I could not help but wonder what my families in the past remembered about their childhoods. If only, some of them had kept journals. I do have a few letters and/or post cards to rely on, but to actually know about childhood things would be a treasure to read.
Do you keep journals for your children and your grandchildren to read...even generations to come? Think about it. Tell them about your life. Even if your childhood has past, what do you remember about it? Join a memoir writing group. Or there are some great journal reminder books out there that ask key questions for you answer that can spark some really great memories to write about. It can also bring up some painful ones. I know it would be hard, but even those have lessons for us to learn from you. Maybe we can live vicariously through you for a moment and make decisions that can change our life for the better. You never know what your experience can do for 'us'.
Just think about it.
Do you have any comments? Would love to hear from you.
I know, I know. I was not consistent to blog as I should have been. I commit myself for you to challenge me and make me accountable to do just that...blog more consistently. At any rate, I have one for today.
Decluttering my life.
Clutter is stuff that serves no useful purpose. It fills our lives with things in a disorderly manner. A state of confusion. The word clutter in the British dialect also means to speak so rapidly and inexactly that distortions of sound and phrasing results. (It’s amazing how things can call your name. Ann, take this garbage out
RIGHT NOW. Ann, Answer that phone. Don’t let the machine get it. It speaks so rapidly that is distorts the sounds of more pressing matters that are also calling.)
I must admit that I am person of clutter. I like things around me. Just at hand’s reach, in case I need them. Which, by the way, drove my husband crazy when we first married. It did not take me long to realize that is was only clutter if it was MY stuff as opposed to HIS stuff. We both compromised and found suitable storage space for our personal clutter just out of eye’s reach but near to our own workspace.
(well most of the time. laugh)
In my friend’s world, clutter means something on a radar screen that does not come from the target and can be caused by such factors as atmospheric conditions, chaff, or confusion from similar objects pushing for the same recognition.
I pushed to write because it was a commitment that I made to my sisters. It was not that I did not want to write, I did and DO, but things had cluttered my life. On the radar screen, everything looked like the target and vied for my attention. Some really were important.
A son from one end of the state and a daughter and granddaughter from the
other both came to my house at the same time. I love writing but my family is
the most important thing I have. But what about that unmade bed? It had been unmade all afternoon long. Izzy had taken a nap in it before they left. So why did it have to be made at 9:30 p.m.? It could wait till morning. My mind was in confusion…cunningly discomposed by an enemy. The enemy desires to pilfer the time that I do not maintain in an orderly fashion. I must guard time and not let it
be strewn and whittled away with willy-nilly disregard to my call to write.
God, help me to declutter my life from the thieves of time. You have given me one of the best ways to do that…by scheduling time to write as we have in this challenge among sisters. Help me understand my goals and not be distracted from my purpose by clutter on the radar of my life. Help me have a sense of awareness of what is
important and what has been placed on the screen as a lure. Show me the sure assessment of what gives the best investment for the trade of the precious gift of ‘time’ that you, Father, have given me.
Hmm...what to say? what to say?
It's not that I have so little so say. Just the opposite. I have never been referred to a a person with few words. LOL. But to narrow it to a short, concise blog. I know your time is limited with the busyness of your life, as is mine. But staying connected is so imporant in this world...with friends and friends-in-the-making as are some of you.
You probably gather by now, I am a writer. I have been for quite some time, but my dedication to it waivered during times of raising a family, being a pastor's wife, working full-time job, and all that these contain. But it's HIGH TIME, don't you think, to get on with what makes me really happy. The front page gave you a preview of my current book that I am in the process of finding a publisher. Go there and, if you don't mind, give me some feed back on what you thought about that first chapter. Who knows? A publisher might want to see my 'platform' and you can help me build it.
No matter what, I am here for the long haul. I will blog about my book, about life, where I am and what I am doing that I feel might interest you (especially when I am 'signing those books after publication'!!!!)
Just for the record, would you like a chapter 'teaser' of the book at varying times?? Let me know.
Ann Phillips, Tennessee native with roots in North Carolina, mother of 5, grandmother of 15 and loving life..