Christmas Memories~

Christmas Memories~

23 December 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

What are your favorite Christmas memories spent with your grandparents? Did you used to bake cookies / other desserts with Grandma or Grandpa? Or do you simply remember being surrounded by them on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, relinquishing the cherished memories of simply being together.

 

This holiday season will be the first Christmas without my grandmother, a wonderful lady who taught me so many things in my thirty years of life. She taught me how to work hard for what you’re most passionate about, never give up, and never stop trying. She taught me that one doesn’t have to have good looks to be successful in life; among other things. Ever since I was a little girl, I enjoyed baking with her. Saturday afternoons growing up, I’d go next door to my grandmother’s house where she had fresh baked cookies cooling on the counter, and always offered to make me some tea. She had a ton of different kinds of tea, so she always gave me my list of options of teas I could choose from. She’d always recommend one, too, and together we’d sit together at the kitchen table, and she’d look over the day’s newspaper or magazine and ask me what I was up to these days, even if she’d only seen me a few days before. My grandma always had her dark hair, no matter how old she was, short and permed perfectly. Her bifocal glasses sat at the edge of her long nose. Her hands were spotted with age, but ones that reminded me of comfort, love, and patience as she taught me how to sew images on dish towels and kneel at the foot of the bed at night before saying my prayers.

 

I’m thinking about my grandma a lot this holiday season, such as how, every year, she created little drops of fudge and divinity for her grandchildren to enjoy. My sisters and I, my parents, and as many cousins as could come, celebrated Christmas Day afternoon opening gifts that my grandmother had given to all of her grandchildren. You could tell, simply by the joy on her face, that she adored seeing the looks on her grandchildren’s faces as they opened their gifts, while being quite humble about her own gifts. My grandma put her whole heart into the spirit of Christmas, and aside from God, family meant the most to her. I so wish I could hear her laugh again, her pleasant voice, and the comfort one can have simply by being in their grandmother’s presence. I plan to one day tell my future children about her and the woman who meant so much to me. I loved her very much.

 

This holiday season, make sure you’re humble within the spirit of Christmas, that you’re more excited to give rather than receive gifts. Cherish the sweet home holiday traditions you share with your families, and study them fondly so that one day, they’ll be rigidly clear in your mind as you think upon what once was. Bake lots of Christmas cookies and candies, even if you end up having to throw some. Buy different kinds of wrapping paper. Find lots of cute little knicknacks and streams to hang around your house, aside from a simple Christmas tree. If, in your head, you’re finding excuses to not go to a certain relative’s house or to visit this person or that person – don’t think on the negative. Because Christmas is about the positive, and sharing the season of giving and sharing with those we love most.

 

Happy Holidays, everyone 🙂

 

JMK~

 

 

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When in Doubt, Do What Grandma Says~

30 October 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Hope everyone has had a good October and fall so far. Halloween is tomorrow, and I’m dressing up as Mario. What are you dressing up as?

 

This October has been a terrible one for me, mainly because my 92-year old grandmother, Agnes, passed away on Oct. 15th. I cannot even begin to explain to you the depth of how hard the past couple weeks has been. They’ve passed by in a blur, but it’s been a blur of numbness and shock. I keep having to poke myself that this wonderful, spirited woman who had lived next door to my parents out in the country all my life is now gone. There are no words to fully examine to you how much I miss her, or how much I crave her presence.

 

Almost every weekend when I was growing up, I went over to her house and hung out with her. I baked with her, prayed with her, and learned from her. As I grew older, I didn’t notice that she growing older, too, but in a completely different way, even though she was still her loving, spirited self. She had the same laugh, the same directness to handling disobedience as well as not being afraid to tell you exactly how she felt about something. But that was okay, because she was her own person. She loved the Lord, she loved her family, and loved reading, puzzles and, in the earlier years, enjoyed sewing as well. I fondly think that I’ve received my enjoyment of writing from her. She had a single typewriter she used for typing out all of her letters, recipes, and notes. She enjoyed reading and had done so for many years, up until within the past few years where she couldn’t see well enough to do so. When I was either 13 or 14, she started ordering Love Inspired/Harlequin books (which amounted to about 4 books a month) and gradually, when she was done reading them, she put them in a special cupboard in her desk for me to take and read for myself next time I visited her. Every time I visited, she always had a personal story to share that was similar to one of the books I picked up, or a story that reminded her of one of the books’ plots. And I’d sit and listen to her calmly and patiently talk, while she thought of every aspect of the story just to make sure she got every part right.

 

I went to high school and college, graduated, and lived on my own for a couple years before I married my husband. Along that time, I worked, enjoyed being a newlywed, and forgot about how my grandmother had gotten even older. She started using a cane. Then, gradually, a walker. Then, before I knew it, myself and most of the other grandchildren sat in her nursing home room surrounding her where she lay, unconscious and on oxygen. As I sat there, occasionally visiting with my sisters and cousins, I gazed around the room at the pictures that had defined her life. Her wedding picture sat nearby, and within that photo sat a much younger woman who had a full life of possibilities stretched ahead of her. It made me realize then, as I sat there, about how fast life really does happen. Once you reached 30, the age I’m at, you only have 10 years until you reach 40. Then, before long, your kids make your years whiz by up through age 60. For example, I can’t believe my parents are in their early 60s now. It seems just yesterday they were in their 40s, raising little ol’ me and my younger sisters.

 

If you think about it, it’s really not fair. Relatively, on average, God only gives us 70-100 years to live on this earth. We’re babies, then we’re children, and then we graduate from high school. Then, we graduate from college. Then, we get married and have kids. (Not necessarily in that order.) We raise kids, watch them graduate and get married and have their own kids, and before we know it, we’re sitting in a nursing home wondering where life had gone. Every day, especially lately, it feels like life just goes faster and faster. When I was growing up, particularly in elementary and high school, the days crawled. Maybe it was because I hated school and didn’t enjoy my classes, nor have very many friends. Or maybe it was because I didn’t think of how slow or fast life was going. But while I was growing up, my grandma was growing older. Whenever I wrote to her, she wrote back sometimes complaining that I don’t visit as often as I should. At the time, I just shook my head and chuckled, mentally reminding myself to visit her next time I visited my parents. But now, looking back, I feel ashamed of myself and not visiting her as often as I probably should have. However, within the past few years, I began visiting her more and more, and that makes me really thankful now that I did do that. We didn’t even have to talk about much. She had the volume on loud because she couldn’t hear the greatest, and we’d just sit there in her living room watching old game shows together. Neither of us really ever had anything new to share. But the time was made to simply just be with each other and cherish the time together. After an hour or so, I remember that every time I admitted I had to go, she had this big disappointed look on her face. But I also knew she understood. She’d been young once, too.

 

I’m saying all these things not to make you depressed or feel sorry for me and our family’s loss. Rather, I want you all to really take a good look at your own life. What kind of legacy are you going to leave behind for your children and grandchildren? The kind of life you’re living now, they’re going to be envious of one day – especially your grandchildren. If you’re away from home a lot, visit your folks and grandparents as often as you possibly can! Trust me, if you don’t grab hold of that time and cherish it, you WILL regret it one day. I regret not spending more time with my grandma. I should’ve made it more of a point to spend more time with her, even though I spent as much time as I could with her. One day, you’re going to be sitting in a nursing home wondering where life had gone and why it had gone by so fast. Don’t just bypass this blog post without thinking about it very much – REALLY think about it, like I have. Enjoy your life, and cherish it. Grab hold of it as hard as you can, and spend as much time with your family as you can. For if you don’t, you’ll regret it, and that’s a horrible feeling to have.

 

On the day that my grandma was driven to the nursing home, she left her home for the last time. She looked back at the home in which she’d lived for many years. So many memories had been there. Raising kids, grandkids, and having grandkids visit in your house. Walking across the land and breathing in that fresh country air. Thinking about the length of time and the depth of the memories ~ if you think about it, it really gets you. Life is built with memories, but most especially, with God as your Head.

 

Cling tight to those memories, but most especially to those family members you love so much. Keep God as the head of your life always. Plant a legacy the future children and grandchildren will one day be extremely proud of. Then, quietly leave it behind, trusting in the Lord to handle the rest in this wild adventure we call life. The continuous circle of life will go on until Judgment Day. But you – yes, you – only have 1 life to live. 1 life. How are you going to live it? Making choices you may one day regret? Or living in a way that is not only pleasing to God, but in a way where your future grandchildren will one day wish they’d lived it with you?

 

I will forever love and miss my grandmother. She was one of the more important persons in my life. But as I continue on in this adventurous and busy life, I will honor her memory by carrying on her legacy ~ a legacy she would’ve been proud of ~ all the while planting my own.

 

JMK~

Goals for Fall & Winter 2018~

25 September 2018

 

Hello, everyone!!! 😀

 

I am BACK!!! Back and ready to roll! 🙂

 

Some of you may be wondering where I was for two months. Well, I had been busily studying away to get my insurance producer license. For a month and a half, I took classes and studied for four exams for Property & Casualty insurance – only one in which I passed on the first try. Monday of last week, I finally passed the final exam. Along that time, I had sacrificed every evening to studying. My life only consisted of church, work, and eating. Friday evenings were the only time I used to spend with my husband. Otherwise, I was studying away, and I learned a lot and it was so very worth it. But now, I am back, and so excited to discover what God has planned for our lives. I’m also so excited for evenings spent with my husband again, and free time to do chores around the house, hobbies such as writing, knitting, reading, and playing piano. I’m so excited to get back into the business of writing and editing again – Lord knows how much I missed it.

 

Therefore, below is a list of goals I hope to accomplish before the end of this year, 2018. Hope you all enjoy, and comment your two-cents worth as well. I also enjoy hearing from fellow followers.

 

  • Finish editing my completed manuscript, “The Dead Sister” and send back to my beta reader.
  • Complete my knitting project (round table decoration runner) and give as a gift to somebody this Christmas.
  • Play a couple piano songs that will influence me as a pianist, songs I’ve been waiting to complete for a long time.
  • Get 2-3 novels read before the end of the year, including the newest book from my favorite author, Kate Morton: “The Clockmaker’s Daughter” (so excited!).
  • Get more organized around the house and maybe do some planning about the kind of decorations I’d like in our new home next year.
  • Start learning to sew by beginning a sewing project with my mother.
  • Start writing a new book with a catching title and a beautiful, thrilling storyline.

 

Now, it’s your turn! If you wish to join in the fun, let’s get to know each other better, people 🙂 Copy and paste the list below into your comments and complete it, or else send me a message if you prefer not to say. I’d love to get to know my followers better – whether you’re on WordPress only, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram 🙂 Come, and let’s be friends!

 

Hope to talk to you soon! Below is the list:

 

  1. Your favorite fall activity is:
  2. Your favorite fall hobby:
  3. Such hobbies such as knitting and sewing are_____________.
  4. Who is your favorite author?
  5. Favorite book genre?
  6. Favorite past-time?
  7. Outdoor or indoor person?
  8. Coffee, tea, or neither?
  9. Preferred weekend activity?
  10. State or province you live in?
  11. What you’d like my page to show more of? (Be appropriate, please.) __________________
  12. Was this list a good idea? Yes or No?

 

Blessings always,

 

JMK~

The Art of Contentment

15 June 2018

Hello everyone,

 

Are you ever at the grocery store, at the movies, etc and you overhear people complaining? And don’t you just wonder to yourself why they are complaining? I mean, even I complain about stuff. But if there’s one thing I try my hardest not to complain about are the blessings that God has blessed me with. And that’s what I’m here to talk to you about today.

 

I don’t watch the news anymore, because it’s far too much negativity. People killing themselves because they don’t have God in their lives and they’re not grateful for the blessings God has given them. The media complaining about the President that half the country didn’t vote for, when they should learn to be respectful of all people no matter what. The media complaining about anything. Politicians and celebrities saying or doing this or that that was shocking and apparently newsworthy. I’m sickened about all of that. Complain, complain, complain.

 

Let me tell you, if the majority of our world, or society in general, learned to be content with what they have and learn to follow God like they should, we wouldn’t have as many problems and misled people. We wouldn’t have a bunch of complainers we’re surrounded with. And it’s ironic, too, that a lot of things that they complain about in their lives they have actually wanted/hoped for/prayed for at one time in their lives. Now, hmm, suddenly that changes?

 

  • Don’t complain about your God, for He was the one Who created you and your loved ones and made you into a beautiful person, Who gave you all your hobbies and loved ones and people in your life. You should be extremely grateful to Him every day for all these blessings in your life, for it is actually only if we are thankful for what we already have do we receive more blessings.
  • Don’t complain about your job, because you need it to supply your income. Without income you wouldn’t be able to put food on the table, pay your bills, and buy stuff. It provides security for you and your household, and is a blessing.
  • Another blessing is your spouse. Actually, this should be #2 on your list that you’re thankful for blessings (#1 being God). Remember when you were in high school or college and the only single person among all of your friends, and how you longed for, in the deepest recesses of your heart, for someone to share your home with? And now you’re complaining how your husband or wife never does this or that, blah blah blah? Really? Don’t forget about everything your husband or wife DOES do to you, and how much they love you. Don’t forget how they always treat you right and how you’re #1 in their life. Spouses are a huge blessing. I should know – I married one 🙂
  • Don’t complain about your children and everything they do or don’t do. Try to be the best parents that you can and raise them right, but don’t wish that you never had children or that it wouldn’t be so hard. There are hundreds of infertile couples all over the world who would KILL to be in the same position that you’re in. Don’t forget that. Children are a blessing, more than you can ever imagine.
  • Don’t complain about your family, for there are lots of folks out there in the world who don’t have family at all. Families are a blessing.
  • Don’t complain about your friends, for God sees and knows everything, and along with talking bad about everyone else in your life, you will stand before the Lord on that one day. Friends are a blessing, but if they are thorns in your sides, then maybe it’s time that you find some better and truer friends. Friends should always make time for you and be by your side. They should encourage you and want to be around you all the time. That’s how one knows they have true friends.
  • Don’t complain about the food that you eat, the water you drink, the places you go. There are lots of people in the world who don’t have such luxuries. The right thing to do is to be thankful for the food that you’re eating, which is something I had to learn from a young age. Even if you don’t like the food, eat it anyway and be thankful that God has richly blessed you in supplying it to you.

Overall, folks, just be content. Be content with what you have and you can never go wrong. True contentment, though, is found through being a follower of Christ. Believe, repent, confess and be baptized for the remission of sins. Follow God and His unique plan and will for your life. It will change your life. It will make you into a better and stronger human being. And, for the love of all that is good and great, please just stop complaining so much. People don’t like to hear it anyway.

 

Be content. Be thankful. And be good to others. ~ That, after following God, is the answer to true and lasting happiness.~

 

JMK~

 

 

Goals for Summer 2018~

1 June 2018

Hello everyone,

 

Below are my goals for this summer of 2018 that I plan to get accomplished. All of it is in accordance with if God wills, of course.

 

In the mean time, what are your summer plans? How do you plan to make this the best summer yet? Feel free to share your comments below!

 

  • If it’s God’s will, accomplish my utmost heart desire, aside from serving God.

 

  • Be as active as possible with my church.

 

  • Develop a more consistent prayer and Bible study life where daily I am studying God’s Word longer, as well as pray to God longer. Also, this includes drawing strength from Him and learning to trust in Him completely to carry out His plans for my life.

 

  • Grow stronger friendships with the church brethren, as well as my close true friends.

 

  • Spend more time with my husband, Ryan, and do more fun hobbies together.

 

  • Find a literary agent and hopefully this summer, if God wills, get a publishing contract. If not, continue to search for agents and get my query letter finalized where I won’t need to constantly revise it anymore.

 

  • Make my 30th birthday on June 29th the best one yet.

 

  • Finish revising my book, “Crimson” and finish writing my book, “The Last Soldier”.

 

What about you guys?? Also, what do my followers wish that they could see more of from my blog posts? How can I make my blog posts more interesting?

 

I’ll check back in within another couple weeks or so. Take care and God bless~

 

JMK~

 

 

WRITING – MY WORLD, MY ESCAPE~

4 May 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

I adore escaping to the fictional world where nothing else matters except for the story that is yet to be explored, through your fingers to the computer or laptop keyboard. When I am going through a hard time especially is when this seems like a crucial antidote for me. Well, first and foremost I pray to God about all I’m going through, then I talk with my husband, but then finally, on Tuesdays I escape where nothing else exists except for my story and the characters within it.

 

Right now, I am in the 4th editing phase of revising my manuscript, The Dead Sister. Editing is my least favorite part about writing, because of how in depth it is and how I always keep finding things to revise. But then, I always keep thinking about Stephen King, who after twenty-some revisions of his book, Carrie, was encouraged by his wife to try just one more time. I enjoy hearing encouraging stories like that, and it makes me even more excited about the future possibility that I am praying for – a chance for my book to end up on bookstore shelves. It’s one of my dreams in life, and God willing, it will work! But in the mean time, I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing and working my hardest with my writing and editing.

 

When I was growing up and in my teen years, much like today, writing was my escape. I thought about my current WIP each and every day. Whenever I endured school embarrassment about my quiet and sometimes shy personality, I always thought to myself that it would be a much better day once I was sitting on my bed writing. I began with notebooks and then gradually typed it all up on the computer. But since us early 2000s kids had only one computer at home and had to share it, I devoted the majority of my time sitting on my bed with the door closed, music blaring, writing my stories out until I could barely move my hands.

 

Does writer that may be reading this understanding where I’m coming from, or who came from similar backgrounds?

 

I had homework anyway, which was the least of my concerns. More than anything, all I wanted to do as a career was to be a freelance author – and it remains the same way today. That yearning inside of you for that perfect career quite simply never goes away. All you want to do is to sit at your desktop computer / laptop and write until you can’t write anymore. I’ve learned so much about writing, though. First, I wrote lots of letters to authors when I was growing up, who all taught me so much about writing and the importance of it. Secondly, I read and read and read. Not only did I read other novels, but I also read a lot about publishing, editing, and how to write certain topics and how to revise your manuscripts well enough. Thirdly, I went to college for a major in English, and graduated five years later with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, an emphasis in Writing. During that time, I learned so much about writing, editing, publishing, and the overall art of being a writer than I ever thought I would learn. I adored the professors that I learned my education from, and sometimes I still think about them in how they influenced my life.

 

As a writer, you do so much reading. Read and read and read. I read novels not only because I enjoy a good story, but also because I want to learn how the author wrote that particular book. Besides thinking of the overall plot of the book, I’m also thinking about how the author would’ve come to certain scenes, how they’re gradually developing more and more suspense in the book, etc. And you write a lot, as often as you can. When you’re not writing, deep in the recesses of your brain, you’re planning what to do and write about next. You plan a lot – even behind the scenes. If you ever see me gazing off into space where I’m not watching TV, most of the time I’m planning a book scene or thinking about my books. (That is, after I finish thinking about God and my husband of course.) Also, in my experience, it’s also important to develop several different social media pages and have a whole bunch of strangers follow you – and create your own blog to freely write about anything you want. Or, at least, anything that will benefit people the best. For example, you’ll never find me writing about political ideals on here, because of all the controversy it creates. And it’s not the most positive of things to talk about. Just like you’ll never see me writing about anything too negative on here – and I make sure that my own stories always have a happy ending as well. Because life is too short to think so much on the negative or on things that may just depress somebody in the world today. It’s much better and more fun and more fun to give people a positive experience by your writing as opposed to not. (Another case in point: I’d never read a Stephen King novel, although I have. He is a magnificent writer, but I greatly dislike horror stories.)

 

Anyone who ever thinks that writing is NOT an art needs to look up in Webster’s dictionary and do much more thorough research to realize what true art really is. It’s not just acting and painting and sculpting. Writing is also an art. I have truly been blessed by God with this amazing talent of writing. Inspiration is a daily friend to me, and I even have an app on my phone called Bear (I highly suggest this app to all writers) that helps me organize the writer thoughts in me when I am not at home, or away from my home office desk in general. Writing is a hobby that I will constantly endeavor for, no matter if I have children, am in the process of raising children, or no matter how busy I am in my life otherwise. Hobbies like this must never leave you, because it’s part of who you are and how God created you so beautifully. Aside from God and my husband and dreams, writing is my life, and I would never think in a million years of giving it up.

 

So you out there – yes, you. Refuse to give up on those aspirations of yours, of your hobbies and dreams. Don’t ever give them up EVER!!! Because God created them as part of you, and with His help, you will never lose them. Writing is more of an art, too. It’s your world, your escape.

 

And it’s mine, too.

 

Have a good Spring, everyone 🙂

 

JMK~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Made Me a Writer~

3 April 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Once upon a time, I was twelve years old on a bright summer’s day. I wasn’t your average twelve year old, though. I had one friend who had just moved away that summer. I didn’t consider myself as very outgoing, and in fact, I was a very quiet and shy girl. Not unlike the average teenager then and even today, I tried to avoid household and for me, barn chores wherever possible. To normal outgoing teenagers who spent a lot of time at lakes, going swimming, or with hanging out with friends as often as possible, I didn’t prefer any of those options. Instead, I was perfectly content with reading. At that time in my life, I remember reading constantly – novels, magazine articles that piqued my interest, even obituaries. I was starving for knowledge and reading as much as possible was the only solution. When I wasn’t reading, I found random hobbies around the house, such as playing piano, recording songs on a cassette tape of myself singing (embarrasingly enough), and listening to my favorite CDs. Needless to say, if you can’t tell already, I was BORED. Bored, bored, bored. Most of the time, I became so bored that I willingly cleaned and helped my parents out with chores just to avoid the state of boredom. I’d go on walks with the family dog at the time, Pepper, and try to find ways to entertain myself. During the school year, homework obviously filled the bulk of my evenings. But despite that, my imagination was constantly flowing with ideas and the constant urge to do something wonderful and exciting with my time. Something I could use to pass the time and distract myself from how lonely I was, how unexciting I believed my life was, and how starved for attention I was. I needed to constantly do something useful and exciting.

 

I started reading Sweet Valley High books on the school bus to school and back home. I read and read and read. I thoroughly enjoyed the Sweet Valley High books, because they were filled with endless drama, intrigue, and suspense, not to mention romance. My mom had either a bunch of the little novels on the office bookshelves, and one day, after complete intrigue, I decided to read them.

Sweet-Valley-High-Books

Those books, I am happy to say, changed my life. These are the books that inspired me enough to be a writer. That summer day that I finished the last of the books in the series was the day I started to become a writer.

 

When I was at college, I complained to my class advisor that I simply could not get into the Mass Communications degree that I had taken up. I thought for sure that was the degree associated with writing. I kept telling her that I wasn’t enjoying the classes, I wasn’t doing well in them, and I didn’t want to learn any more about news reporting. I was even terrible at the photography classes. I was completely upset. But my minor was in English, and I have no idea why I chose that as my minor. I was completely blind to the fact that the minor I had taken up needed to become my major. When I mentioned to my professor, aka advisor that I really had enjoyed the Creative Writing class I had taken up, she asked me why that was. Gradually, I realized that I had taken on a completely different major than I should have from the very beginning – but as a degree in English (which I am quite proud of by the way), I chose it more so for the freelance writing aspect of it. I didn’t want anyone to tell me what to write or how to write it. I didn’t want anyone to constantly judge my writing – except when it came to literary agents and publishers. I wanted to be a freelance writer & author while retaining a secular job at working in an office, and that’s exactly what I did. So let me back up……

 

On that summer day, I finished that last Sweet Valley High book, and then thought to myself, I wish I could write a book. Well, friends, that’s what started it all. I started writing novels in notebooks at first before eventually converting to a computer and saving my stories on floppy disks! (Remember those?) And the very first book I started was called, “Life with Guarding Angels,” which is now called, “The Dead Sister”. It is essentially revolved around a love triangle that causes the guy of the love triangle to end up in prison for eight years.

 

Being a writer has taught me so many things. In 2014, I got accepted at a publishing company that later ripped me off two years later – so then, I learned the secret to doing much more thorough research of sending material to such companies. Send to literary agents instead. Through both college and personal experience, I’ve received countless letters from fellow authors, have learned how to have a website and how to maintain it, and the pros and cons that follow the world of writing. But I would never give up on it for the world. I love my writing talent that God has so richly blessed me with and I would never trade it for anything in the world.

 

This blog post today should inspire all of you to remain vigilant to your own passions, hobbies, and desires, not to mention your dreams. DO NOT EVER GIVE UP ON ANY ONE OF THEM EVER!!! God has blessed you with such things, and HE is the one who should daily be praised and thanked for such wonderful things in your life 🙂 My friends, I have loved my writing journey, and I plan to continue it the rest of my life, no matter where it leads me and no matter what setbacks come up along the way. 🙂

 

What will you do with your talents & dreams? Never give them up. Never.

 

I hope everyone had a happy and fun Easter. God bless and take care.

 

JMK~