Friday, 8 July 2016

My passion; my help from you

Writing in my head always happens.  Always.  As I sit silently on my sunbed I hear the rushing of the waterfall, the lapping of the wind on the flag above and I think.  Think and write.  

Watching families arrive at the pool with excitement.  The day ahead promises more sunshine.  Children screech in anticipation of the cool water of the swimming pool.  I observe.


Constantly writing in my head the scenes my eyes witness.   Wishing for a keyboard to write it on.  Darn, I wish I had brought my wireless keyboard to write the thoughts on my phone.  Easily transferrable to my laptop later on in the day.
Yet, I sigh as I try to remember the views in order to rewrite those words into a translatable blog post.  In order to tell all the world, all of you,  what amazing sights I have seen.

Onwards, I realize there is another novel inside me.  Then another true story of my own to share.  I wonder if there will ever be enough time to write all the stories I have inside of me in this lifetime.  Constantly thinking and mentally writing.
Knowing my stories were sent to me to pass on, to inspire, to teach others.  

In wonder I think about the luxury of time.

This holiday sees me with plenty of time to gather my thoughts while relaxing and mentally write.  Will there ever be a time in my life I am able to do this every day?  My work is my passion.  My passion is my writing.  So how?  Apparently, the law of attraction says it is not up to me to figure out the how.  Forever, I have wondered how though.  So this I must let go of.  

Money, work, money, passion, money, work.  Bills must be paid.  Starving writer/artist syndrome keeps so many from persuing their dreams.  I will not allow this limiting belief to stop me.  I will write.  All the while vlogging.  Another passion.  I love this online life.  Better still that it can allow me the freedom to keep working despite my health.

Perhaps that’s why it is a passion.  However, I feel the passion is realized because of the health.  Perhaps the health struggles have allowed this realization.  My Crohns disease will not stop me, rather it will be my driving force.   This amazing job I love can respect my illness  - allowing me to take care of myself while living the dream.

Today, I sit with my laptop in the blazing sun, unable to see my screen while I lather with suntan lotion and I write my blogs.  Putting into words the eyes view.  Ready to write another blog.  All the while thanking you for reading my words, thanking you for helping me.
Thanking you for sharing my words, my videos, my books.  This is the dream coming true.  The dream is allowing my passion, allowing me to be me.


You help me to be me.  Unapologetically. 





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Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Where have I been?

Ahh the beauty of not having sponsorship on my blog is; I can write what I want, when I want. 

Although when I'm absent I really miss it. As I LOVE writing my blog! Beyond belief. 

Right now there's lots and lots of life stuff going on. Do you know the sort? The type of stuff you can only share after it's over. 

So, forgive my absence. In fact, I'm not going to be absent but instead I'll be sharing some of my favourite photos with you. Starting with this lovely bunch of roses I bought myself yesterday in the florist bargain bucket for £1. Oh the joy of flowers 




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Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Blogging all about YOU

Hey there my blog friends

Today,  I received an email from a lady who is a coach like myself.  She was cleverly referring to blog posts.

In her opinion,  it would be foolish to write a blog post all about ones self because readers would 'switch off' and never become clients.  Ahh.... this is assuming you need to convert this into a 'lead' and make a sale of the type where you end up coaching your client.

Now,  I'm not disagreeing with this notion but obviously there are many different types of blogs and these days we seem to be interested in other peoples lives.  I certainly am that's for sure.  I'm a little bit nosey {Smile}

My interest was reignited in my blogger account when I saw many bloggers are kind of diarising their day through words and photos.  I love this.  Hang on,  I LOVE this.  Realising that many of us are of the same opinion,  I took the brave choice to put my life into published words.  I was hoping to do this anyway through my forthcoming books.

Happiness in Vitro - Louise Usher


I'm big enough to claim to be an expert in my day job of coaching others in both business and personal life.  Which means I also must be 'big' enough to admit there is loads for me to learn on the blogging and general publishing platform.

Marketing,  affiliate links,  sponsorship, Youtube and adsense accounts are all beginning to show signs of adding to the income needed to start doing more and more of my passion which is writing.  Excellent news!

For ages I stumbled upon opening up on a blog and to be honest,  I still keep my wordpress account going which is often less personal and may use this for blogging to business owners too.  Much is duplicated onto here but I'm loving my new blogger friends who bravely share their lives too.

So tell me,  when you blog,  do you write from the heart,  sharing about yourself? 

Or do you consider the reader at all times?  Making sure they are 'gaining' something from your reading?

Engaging your audience is great but I'm such a believer that there is a place in the market for being nosey and looking at other people's wedding photos and hearing about love stories.... look at "Bridget Jones" and "Adrian Mole"........huge,  HUGE stories.

So here I go too.....I"m interested to know what makes you write? Also,  do you constantly write in your own head?  Wishing your fingertips just simply 'grew' a laptop so you could strike while the iron is hot?

Let me know below.... cos I'm nosey..

Love from Journal Girl....x

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