A Writer’s Confession

My New Year’s intention is to make my creative life more of a priority. This means I have been focusing on my craft and more importantly my genre, memoir. I normally listen to books when I am working out and driving to work. I have a 20 – 25 minute commute to the hotel life, why not fill that time with listening to fiction, podcasts, and now, interviews with memoir writers. I am a fan of Mary Karr’s, author of three acclaimed memoirs and poetry books. I have read, The Art of Memoir, two or three times and have listened to it twice and I am about to listen to it again to get my head back into the physical writing of my second memoir.

On Wednesday, I was watching an interview with Mary and she shared a Sufi poem translated by Robert Bly. I listened to it twice and now have it printed and posted on my wall in my writing room. There is something about the words that trigger memories that I wanted to dig at but haven’t been able to. I was avoiding the flashbacks of the embarrassment of my reactions to the situations I found myself in when I was younger. The choices I made to stay with a man who was a cheater and liar use to haunt me. But as a believer in the mantra, everything happens for a reason, the choices I made were made for a reason. Creativity chose me to work through. I am the vessel to write the ideas creativity whispers to me. For the moment I know I am to write about my hotel life experiences, and the life lessons I learned while working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies. The choice to stay with a man who I adored but we were not very nice to one another for the first year and half of our relationship, was a choice that maybe many of us have lived through and I am here to share my experiences to say you are not alone. I am facing this notion each time I write, each time I pick and scratch at what the truth was in the moment it was happening.

The Radiance

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such
rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants–
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in
your mother’s womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that’s why everything you do has some weird
failure in it.

The first line captures me, why such rush? I am trying to catching up on the memories that flood my mind of my time working in the Canadian Rockies. I was in my early twenties and thought, I just need to get through this to get back home, back to university so I can get back to the Lake to work. What was the rush? I learned how to stop and take in the beauty of the moment and now there is no rush, however, time seems to be slipping by quickly and I am right here, exactly where I need to be. On the page, writing. The remainder of the poem strikes a cord that makes me want to cry because the words are raw and true.

Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that’s why everything you do has some weird
failure in it.

During that time I was with the wrong man and was not my true self. I was walking around feeling very alone because of my choices. I was embarrassed and thought others were judging me. How could I face them knowing they thought I was so innocent, yet I wasn’t so naive. I chose to avoid the truth, turn a blind eye. I got caught up with the notion of being in love, trying to control someone who couldn’t be held onto. I forgot who I was and I ignored the intuition I once was in tune with. I was floating along like a ghost. I was lost for the period of time I was tangled in love with that boy I thought would love me forever. It turned out he loved himself more and chose his own path. I once too broke up with someone and said to them, ‘I love myself too much to stay with someone who doesn’t know what they want.’ How did I forget that? How did I lose myself to one person who consumed my heart, soul, and true self?

All these memories and feelings came from first hearing this poem and then reading it over and over. It is as if my past experiences were living in between each word, each sentence of this beautifully dark poem. I am so grateful for the intentions I have set for myself and to come across a poem that I may never have come across if I didn’t make my creative life a priority.

Everything happens for a reason.

Thank you for being here with me today. I wish you all a beautiful day.

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2021 New Year’s Intentions Check In

My 2021 intentions are to put my creative life first. Creativity gets priority over everything else, besides going to my day job and helping with the farm when needed. However, I have made an effort to change my habits about when I “thought” I can write. Last year I was telling myself a story that I didn’t have the energy to write after a day at the hotel life. Then a few days ago I watched a video by Kristin McTiernan, the Nonscence -Free Editor. I stumbled upon Kristin when I was researching memoir practices on youtube. I was intrigued by her ‘Write with a Day Job: Make Money While Writing.’ I had been struggling with the notion of working a more than full-time job and trying to get writing in on the side. I forgot about ‘I am a writer who happens to be a manager at a hotel’. This mantra helped me separate my day job and my creative life over the year. It is time to take back this frame of mind.

The video was to the point. There were two notions that spoke to me. 1. Don’t quit your day job if you are not writing and publishing a book a month. Apparently, this is how on-line/self-published writers are making money. They write fast and keep their readers engaged. Then my ego says:

Well if I wasn’t working full time at a day job then I would have the time to write a book a month. Would it be that easy to quit the job and write a book a month? For me. Not right now.

2. The second item that Kristin spoke about was the type of day job. If you have a taxing job how are you expected to come home and write. After a day of emotional up and downs, hand-holding, putting out little fires everywhere is draining. Then try to come home, sit down and write. I use to belive this. I complained in my morning pages for years about my hotel life sucking time and energy from me, leaving me with nothing at the end of the day to even think about sitting down at my writing desk to invest any more of emotions onto the page. But every time I complained about the situation I put myself in, I turned around to say how grateful I was. I was and continue to be grateful for the amazing opportunities that have been provided to maintain this amazing creative life. My sassy-alter ego, who I call Sis, says, “Figure it out and write”. And that is what I did. Every day off I spent writing. I surrounded myself with other writers, I made myself accountable for my actions.

No One is Going to Write My Book For Me

I may have a job where my time and energy are wiped from me some days, but it helps me pay the bills, put food on the table, pay for editors, book cover designs, and everything in-between. My intention is for my writing to provide the finances to pay for all the same things, however, at this time, until I get a J.K. Rowling contract, I will continue to gain character developments and plot lines at the hotel life. I have met some very interesting people in all the hotels I have worked for and there is a little piece of our conversations or the way they may have said something to someone, the way they looked at their friend, lover, dog that struck a cord in me to write about. One of the best lines I have heard outside my office one night was, I didn’t know you loved me that much in that way. My imagination was ignited once the words left the woman’s mouth that was pacing back and forth in the lobby. I went home that night and wrote 1500 words. Though I worked until 10:00 pm I was energized by the story. I had to get the words down and see where the story leads me.

My day job has been the hotel life for over 25 years and I have written my debut memoir about my experiences in the hospitality world. If I didn’t have these experiences I wouldn’t have written the book. I am grateful for the experiences and life lessons that I have overcome to be right here and now. Everything happens for a reason. Now I am holding myself more accountable for my actions. In the first nine days of 2021, I have put creativity first when possible. When I am at work I am aware of creativity whispering in my ear and I ask for the time to do my day job and then I promise I will write when I get home, either before or after dinner. Every night I have worked on my second memoir in one shape or another, writing new words, doing research, setting up promotions, or reviewing what I have written the day before to make sure I am on track with my theme. Personal Growth.

I am making myself accountable here with you. I am also part of a year long writing challenge that keeps me responsible. To keep me on track with my work in progress. I am putting a little bit of pressure on myself and I need it. I will give myself a break when needed. I am not going to take part in this year’s April blog challenge. It is a distraction and I am aware of this. It is time to focus on my memoir writing. My intention is to write two or three books a year, but for now, I will write one book at a time. That is what I can do in this moment.

Thank you for being here with me today. Did you make any New Year’s intentions? What are they? How are they doing in the first week of the New Year? I love hearing from you.

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New Year’s Resolutions. Yay or Nay?

Happy New Year my friends. How did you spend the last day of 2020? How did you ring in 2021? I went to the hotel life for a few hours to cross a few year end things off my list. I had a nap when I got home as I knew we would be up later than we normally are on a Thursday night. We enjoyed good food and set intentions for our small scale farm for 2021 and rang in the new year watching movies. Relaxing. Exactly what we needed. 2020 was busy for us and we welcome a night off everyone so often.

With a new year upon us, the question is do we still set new year’s resolutions? I don’t have resolutions I have intentions. I use to write down the typical resolutions when I was younger. Lose weight, because in high school that’s what I thought about, I stood back and watched the popular girls and think they were cool because they were thin and had Esprit jeans. (I roll my eyes and laugh) If I knew what I know now, my high school experience would have been easier on my emotional well being.

Intentions: something that you want and plan to do

My intention for 2021 is to put my writing life first. I was on the cusp of a work-life balance when we lived in Victoria, BC. It took me almost six years to prioritize my writing life and when I stepped back to let creativity take over, everything fell into place. Like it always does and I know this, but the ego doesn’t like this and has slithered its way back into my life where my writing life is now third on my priority list. Not good.

I have become more of a planner over the years. I know my time management is not great, I know procrastination is my middle name and I know I can easily say, ‘I’ll finish writing that chapter tomorrow.’ Now I will be saying, I’ll finish that chapter now, so I can start a new one right away. I will stay seated at my desk in my writing room that I have intended for years. I have been blessed with rentals with a cozy writing room and now our home has three bedrooms. One of them is now my space with books everywhere but the bookshelves, bullet journal material to work on each month, vision boards that tell my story, and my goals.

My focus is to finish my second memoir in the hospitality memoir series I have intended over four years ago. My debut memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers, was self-published in September of 2018. It is time to share the second memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors ~ The Winters, where I share my experiences of working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies. There are some experiences I am struggling with, do I share everything? There are some things I will keep back but I will share the times I overcame difficulty because the theme of the book is self-growth. And just like that, I have answered my own question through the power of writing. This is why I write. To get to the truth. To overcome the ego’s doubts and let my true self shine bright.

The power of intetion is more than planning and doing the thing you want to do. I manifest my intentions. I see myself writing. I see my book on the bookshelves of a book store, virtual and traditionally. I see people reading my books and sharing their reviews and asking when the next book will be out. This is happening right now. I will recieve a message from a few of my readers asking about the next book. They want to know more about the secret life of hotel employees. I get it. My intentions are telling me exactly what I asked for. So I better get to it.

Do you set intentions or resolutions? What are you putting first on your priority list for 2021? I would love to hear from you.

Thank you for being here with me today.

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A Merry Covid Holiday! 2020

How was your Christmas? Did you spend it with your close family? How did Covid change your holiday traditions this year? Here in the Maritimes, many long standing traditions have been forced to change due to limits on gatherings and travel restrictions. I could have driven to see my parents, however I would have to self-quaintine for 14 days in Nova Scotia and then again when I returned to New Brunswick. This was not relatistic for myself or many others that live in the area. Though it would be nice to spend time with my family I understand the risks and it’s more important to keep everyone safe. I have lived away from my parents for over 15 years and we are used to not being together in person. The phone calls and viedo chats have connected us over the years and 2020 is no different when I lived on Vancouver Island. I understand this is my story and I am use to it. I understand that many of you have traditions of spending the holidays with all your family in person. I understand, the hug, the laughter, seeing each other smile, the reactions to opening gifts. I miss these moments too.

As a young girl, I have fond memories of spending Christmas at my Grandparents Berry’s farm. My mom, dad, and I would wake up in our home in Kingston, Ontario and open our presents and then get ourselves together to drive to the farm where my Grandparents hosted the family Christmas dinner. I remember hugs, the smell of turkery and apple pie. My grandmother was always baking pies, she seemed to enjoy providing baked goods for all of us. I remember her being in the kitchen ninety percent of her time when we would visit. I assumed she enjoyed puttering around getting things ready for the family. When the Berry family was together at the farm house, everyone did their part for the Christmas festivities. The decorations were bright and inviting. Thoughtful presents wrapped beautifully with shiny wrapping paper and big ribbon bows. Chocoaltes and cookies on plates spread around the house so you were never without a sweet treat. I am smiling as I write this about these sentimental memories.

I now love puttering in the kitchen preparing food for Adam and I, and our family-bubble friends who have shared some time with us over the holidays. Adam and I spend Christmas Eve with his parents for a nice light dinner. On Christmas Day, Adam and I spent the day alone. I got up to work out while Adam attended to the microgreens and prepared for next week’s harvest. We opened gifts, made breakfast, and the rest o the day was filled with watching Christmas movies, attending to the greenhouse due to the 70km winds that potentially could have damaged the frame, but Adam was attentive to the structure to ensure it didn’t fly away. We made a nice vegetarian dinner and spend the night watching one of our favorite movies, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. I couldn’t think of a better way to share time with the one I love.

The remainder of the Christmas weekend was spent in my writing room cleaning things up from wrapping presents, reorganizing my books and preparing to work on this blog and my current work in progress. I enjoy having time off to spend time with my family and focus on the writing. Now I am preparing to find how I can focus more on the writing after my day job. The past few months I have been aware of the lack of time spent on the writing life and that is about to change. I have to take a hard look at my time mangement. It has been an area in my life (both work and writing) that I have struggled with. I am not in university anymore trying to cram for an exam and writing papers at 1:00 am that are due at 10:00 am the next day. Coivd may have stopped many things in our lives, but it is not going to change the way I treat my creative life any longer. The true self has had enough of the ego playing this poor me story. The magic of Christmas has slapped me across the face with twinkle lights and all. I am ready to get back to what is important. Me. The writing. Creativity.

Thank you for being here with me today and I wish you a Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas 2020

I would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas! In the spirit of the holiday’s I wanted to share a few quotes from our favourite Christmas movies.

There are many other movies and quotes that I have touched me over the years. I love the Christmas spirit and wish you all a safe and magical holiday!

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Three Tips to Take Care of You

The holiday season is upon us and it is a very different feeling in the age of Covid-19.

For the past 25 years I have been away from home for the holidays. Last year I was grateful to have my parents drive from Nova Scotia to spend a couple of days with us over the holidays. We also had a lovely visit over the Thanksgiving weekend. Then the Atlantic bubble closed. First PEI shared they were closing their borders to the rest of the bubble, then Newfoundland then Nova Scotia to New Brunswick and vice versa. The closure happened within a blink of an eye. The cases in each province started to rise quickly and each chief officer of health made the best decision for all of us. The Atlantic provinces have been very fortunate with number of cases of the novel virus. We’ve even been called the safest provinces in Canada. I would be so bold to say in North America with the facts of how many cases and travesties in the United States. I don’t mean to upset anyone, it’s just that we all see and hear the news and it is hard to ignore the updates of Covid everyday.

Two weeks ago when Fredericton went back to the orange phase I felt depleted. I was experiencing Covid burnout. There was a lot going on and I was done with all the news revolving around Covid. I know I have shared this before and I now am over the feelings of acedia, a paradoxical combination of jangling nerves and vague lack of purpose. Ouch. But it is true. We are all feeling the rattle of nerves being displaced all over the place. I feel it and I’m sure you do too. It’s okay to have these feelings, it’s hard to ignore. But what are we to do now?

Take a deep breath and move forward. Take one step at a time and take time for yourself.

Meditate. Meditation is proven to lower stress and anxiety and improve self-awareness. You can find beginner meditation apps on any smartphone or laptop.

I have been meditating for over 10 years and I notice a difference in the way I don’t reacte to situation as I use to. I have been meditating more these days to help me with those displaced feelings and I am grateful for this tool to help with staying right here and now. To be in the moment and be grateful for the present.

Eat healthy. I know what you are thinking. You hear this all the time and possibly roll your eyes. But it is true. What you put in your body reflects how you feel.

Watch how you feel when you eat a mountain of startches versus a plate of salad with lots of leafy greens and microgreens. My hubby and I are 85% plant-based (because we eat fish and dairy) but before we made the conscious decision to stop eating meat I would feel terrible after eating meat and any processed foods. My body felt bloated and heavy. I didn’t like the feeling at all.

When we started to eat more vegetarian recipes we both noticed how much more energy we had. How the sugar cravings dissolved. Those 3pm sugar snack attacks at work were replaced with raw veggies. Food does make a difference in your overall wellbeing. I am happy to send you some easy plant-based recipes to try out. Feel free to email me to ask for a recipe at marionann.berry@gmail.com

Take Time for You. This means taking 20 minutes to yourself, longer if you can. If you have a family let me know about ‘your time’. Put it on a calendar in the kitchen or on the fridge, sent a message reminder, make sure they know you are taking time for yourself. Yes, be selfish to take care of yourself. My husband and I are childless by choice. We have our farm business, I am striving to write full time and we have a kitten. This doesn’t mean I can lock my door without notification. I communicate every week what I will be doing every Sunday and though it is my regular routine, it is nice to share with your partner what you are doing to maintain your sanity. I am a GM for a hotel and sometimes I have high-stress days that I manage with meditation, but at the end of the week, I want to lock myself in my writing room and unplug from everything. Guess what? It is okay to do that. I use to stress out over taking time for myself. But when I noticed everyone around me talking about taking time for themselves I thought, ‘then why can’t I?’ and now I do. I feel so much better when I take the time to take care of myself.

I am not saying any of these suggestions are for everyone. You have to do what works best for you. The key word is you. Please let me know if you have any suggestions of maintaining your wellbeing. I love to hear from you.

Thank you for being here with me today.

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2020 NaNoWrio Summary

November has come and gone with a blink of an eye. My 2020 NaNoWriMo experience was over too quickly. I started out strong and had a few ‘A-ha’ moments about my past choices and how they have brought me to this very moment. I was happy to see the structure of my next memoir unfold during the November writing challenge.

I had moments of panic wondering if I had written enough, or what I wrote was good enough to be shared. The Ego was having fun playing games with my true self.  For example, when I thought I was close to diving deep into a memory after reading my past journals I witnessed myself retreating quickly, like a snap of an elastic, with the words of the ego whispering, “this is not good.” Ouch.

A lot of emotional stuff was happening in the month of November. My uncle passed away suddenly, Covid cases started to rising in the province I live and that affected people and the hotel I work for ending with having to lay employees off at the worst possible time. Then last Sunday I learned a past colleague took their own life. I was in shock. I hadn’t been in touch with this young man since the day I left the camp over 20 years ago but I was hit with grief. The loss of my uncle, stress at work, not writing more than I knew I could have been in the past year and everything Covid-19 was catching up to me. I was done with all of the “BS” revolving around the story the ego was stuck in and I wasn’t able to reach out to flip the page. I was stuck in the story.

My only solstice is writing. Being on the page to write away the thoughts of the world. I was writing myself to another world, a world where I started my journey in the hotel world, a world that provided me with amazing experiences and not so great experiences to share with you.

I worked through the emotions and finished my NaNoWriMo project. I have a lot of work to do, but I am happy with the progression. I am one step closer. That makes me happy.

Though I know I must move forward with the editing process of my next memoir, I am compelled to write about my uncle and the young many who I worked with a long time. My uncle, Bobby, was an amazing man. Much like my father he put his family first. His undying love for my Aunt and his children shined through his infectious smile.

The young man I worked with, Jarod, also a beautiful soul. We worked together at a church camp, he was always there and helped out everywhere. He seemed to be always there when I was working at the camp as the assistant cook. A job that I loved. I was cooking for up to 50 children every week and I never got sick of making the same pancake breakfast every Saturday morning. One day I will share these experiences in a series of blogs starting as soon as I can. 

Now back to the next memoir, Behind the Kitchen Doors ~ The Winter’s, one employees’ experiences about working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies.

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To read my first memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers, click Here – Thank you.

If you liked Kitchen Confidential and the Grand Budapest Hotel, you will enjoy this eye-opening life experience of one employee’s journey of working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies. When Marion Ann stepped on the plane for Alberta to work for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies, she never thought her life would change. Sure, her first job was in the food service industry at McDonald’s, but the Golden Arches had nothing on the Chateau Lake Louise. A mountain resort where employees came to either experience a good time away from home, or to hide from secrets. Maron Ann was living both lives. She needed some time to heal from a broken love triangle and the secret of her not being the shy little girl she was labeled by her family. When she was faced with a platter of cocaine during her first few weeks of working at the resort that essentially started her hospitality career, she knew life wasn’t going to be the same. Intimate and truthful, Behind The Kitchen Doors is a coming of age for one employee who found out that working atop of a beautiful mountain came with a price.

Three Things Keeping You From Writing

You’re ready to work on your novel and for the month of November, you may have committed to the NaNoWriMo adventure where thousands of people are writing 50,000 words to shape into a novel. Maybe you have planned and plotted out your novel idea and ready to get to work.

I am NaNo rebel. I am working on my current WIP and using this time to shape my manuscript for self-publication. My intention was to have this novel finished and published a year ago. The only excuse why I didn’t is me. I am in my own way. I had to sit down and look at the areas of my life stopping me from working on my true passions. It’s not a fun exercise but necessary to start flushing out what is not working in my life, and at the moment I am witnessing my ego scrambling to say, but, if, wait a minute…

My three things that keep my from writing, please let me know if you resonate with any of them.

  1. I am a procrastinator: meaning delay or postpone action; put off doing something:”the temptation will be to procrastinate until the power struggle plays itself out.

When I procrastinate I witness the unfinished manuscript that is desperately crying out to be finished. What is suffering is the creativity and my true self. The fear of making a mistake washes over me and then I say, ‘Hey! I already self-published my debut memoir, I can do this again.’ So what in the heck is stopping me?

2. The full-time job that provides us me with what is needed to maintain the creative life. To pay for the editing, book designs, promotions, hard copies, a long with the mortgage and food to keep the body warm and fed. I consider these essentials of life, I need a place to write and fuel to be able to feed the body, mind and spirit.

3. Vulnerability. Even after publishing my debut memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors~The Summers, I witness the self-critic whispering negative comments that don’t exist, for example: no one will understand your point of view. No one will read a story about an ordinary person and their hotel life. Who wants to know about little old me? The inner mean girl is real my friends, even for someone who has successfully written a book and self-published. The inner mean-girl can take a time out while the true self takes over and writes.

There are 23 days off in Novemeber and I am well on my way of shaping my manuscripdt. On my days off from the hotel life I am locking myself in my writing room and writing. The laundry can be done during the week and my hubby is tackling the vacuuming. If your passions mean that much to you, then you will find a way to honor them.

If you need a writing buddy, my NaNowriMo buddy ID is Marion AnnB ~ See you there!

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Top Three Benefits of NaNoWriMo

What better way to kick start your writing by entering a writing challenge for the month of November where you are encouraged to write an entire novel of 50,000 words. Does that sound daunting or exciting? I get excited thinking about the month of November dedicated to writing a novel.

Top Three Benefits of NaNoWriMo

  1. You are writing every day. To write 50,000 words in 30 days, this averages out to be 1670 words a day. You don’t have to write it all in one sitting, or maybe you want to and you are able to sit down and hammer out 2000 words in one sitting. There are days I can write over 2000 words at one time. Other days it may take me a few hours of writing for sprints of 30 minutes at a time then take a break, then return to the writing.
  2. Being part of a writing community. Writing is a lonely job, we all need as much support as possible. Knowing you are not alone in this adventure is motivational and inspiring.
  3. You get a lot of inspiration. When you sign up on the NaNoWriMo site you are encouraged to select your region and then you get an email from the municipal lesion providing you with information and inspiration on a weekly basis. You can connect with other writers by genre, region and interests. NaNo Buddies are to support and cheer one another on. I haven’t taken advantage of this area of NaNoWrimo until now. I am connecting with new writers and looking forward to sharing and supporting everyone I can.

Now it is time to get writing! Good Luck to everyone partipacting this year and if you need a cheerleader my NaNo ID is Marion AnnB

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NaNoWriMo 2020

Creativity is all around you. Imagine better worlds and invest in your creative energy by writing a novel with us. Are you ready to commit to writing this November?

This will be the fifth year I have taken part in NaNoWriMo; writing a novel in November. I am considered a Nano Rebel. I don’t start a new novel during this challenge. I use this writing challenge to work on my manuscript. I take the month to dive deep into what I have worked on throughout the year. In 2017 I finished my first memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers. Then in September 2018, I self-published my debut memoir. Writing every day was rewarded with a book I finished and shared with the world.

Last year I worked on my second memoir (the title is a work in progress), but I was knee deep in my new job at a hotel. I was battling different work personalities and long-term friendships I am used to. But it was the first time I worked with people who did not like one another. They talked about each other with disrispect. I was not used to this type of work life. I was the newbie they thought they could manipulate me to their side of negativity. They learned quickly I don’t play games at work. There is no time for nonsense. We are getting paid to do a job, I take that seriously. I maybe labeld as too serious at my job but that is who I am. I take pride in what I do. My personal life was messy. I have worked on my personal development for many years. Meditation and writing have provided me with my true self. Still. Quiet. Love. Then the ego slithered its way in and I witnessed the old behavior of irrationality take over. My in-laws were still living with us, and I was struggling with sharing my space. I witnessed the irritation and frustration of our situation at home and at my job head-on. It was not a pretty picture from where I was standing. I was ashamed of my thoughts and opinions towards the experiences that have provided me with exactly what I had wished for.

The only way to come back to center was to write.

For the month of November 2019, I would retreat to my writing room to write for at least fifteen to twenty minutes. I could find my voice again. When I sat down and stepped out of the way, creativity took over and showed me that my sassy alter ego, Sis, who tells 99% of my first memoir, was not gone. She was waiting for me to get back to the writing. My voice is always with me. Creativity has not gone anywhere. This November, I am honoring creativity and NaNoWriMo by carving out an hour a day to write, to finish my second memoir. This is my pledge to creativity, to my true self.

Are you planning to join the NaNoWriMo adventure? What will you be working on? Are you a planner or panster? I’m a bit of both. I would love to hear from you – maybe we can be NaNo Buddies. My NaNo name is Marion AnnB ~ See you there!

Thank you for being here with me today.

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