When I’m in my flow I can…

Let’s get back to the writing prompts. I’ve been knee-deep in revisions and trying to find a place to live. The rental market in Victoria, BC is down right horrific. I don’t usually display my dark feelings so randomly, however I’m feeling the pressure of moving without any glimpses of hope. Deep down I know everything will unfold naturally as it will, but damn! It’s hard being patient while floating around in limbo land.

So to keep me in check and to listen as creativity is whispering sweet stories in my ear, I have picked up my writing prompt cards that I bought from Danielle Pope, a lovely woman who is a great inspiration in her commitment to creativity.

The writing prompt cards shares: When I’m In My Flow I Can… (Write for 10 minutes – write in poetic point form, list it out) I’m going to hit the timer and let the words flow across the page as this is my gut feeling.

When I’m in my flow I can do anything. I sit down at my laptop and sometimes it takes a bit to settle into the flow of things. I fidget with my pens and note pads on my desk, I straighten and re-straighten books that are piled on the floor next to my desk. I stare out the window and watch the grey squirrel run across the neighbors fence. It stops and looks around, what it sees I am not sure. It scurries off again. I look back at my laptop and I put my fingers to the keyboard and feel the flow of the words emerging. These days I am working on revisions for my WIP, but I am very aware of the stories that are lingering around within me, waiting to be written. As I am revising a chapter about the time my friend and I were canoeing at Lake Louise I remember when I sat in the canoe, and a story came to me in  a blink of an eye.

What if there are lake creatures living deep down in the frigid lake bottom? Are they friendly, could they be mermaids, how did they get here, how do they survive, maybe they take people from the canoes, but that’s not right we would have heard about mysterious people disappearing. Well that can happen, it’s a story that’s the beauty of it, make it all up the entire world of mermaids or a versions of mermaids that somehow live in the bottom of the lake. Did the founder of Lake Louise, Tom Wilson, maybe know about the magical creatures, did the person that told him about the lake in the last 1800’s know there was a mysterious energy about the lake and that’s why he told Tom about the lake, did the creatures need food and they prey on humans? What’s the story behind the lake?

All of this came to me as I’m sitting in a canoe facing the Victoria Glacier as my friend is softly paddling us around the lake and I’m gliding my finger tips along the glacier fed lake that hundred of millions of people have visited. Of course the sea creatures could feed off humans, but only people who have bad energy, the magical entities only want positive energy for the earth.

I am in the flow. I can see clearly that I was where I needed to be at that time and place, being idle, letting the creativity have fun. When I am writing, I am in the flow of the here and now.

The timer has stopped and I’m filled with excitements about remembering a moment that sparked my imagination. For this I am truly grateful

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .

Making Space for the Unknown

It’s been a creative week. I left the mini-marketing/writing gathering last week filled with enthusiasm and joy. I didn’t really have to tell myself that I had to hold onto the feeling, I just knew that what I was feeling, the pure awareness of the true self wanted to stay a front, to use her voice and you know what? I stepped aside and went with the flow.

My partner and I have been looking for a new place to live as you know we have been given notice so that our landlords son can move into the condo now. I have gotten over the grief of it all now, I went through all the stages, anger, sadness, and now I’ve moved onto the let’s-get-the-next-chapters-of-our-lives-going stage.             I’ve been ready to make space for what is to come. However the truth of it all is a bit frustrating. Victoria, BC, much like other major cities, is in this housing bubble where it is very difficult to find a place to rent. There are many places for rent but when you make an appointment to view a place you show up and the landlords have already rented it or are just showing it to see who is going to offer them cash on the spot to ensure they have a place to live. Or the pictures on the Craigslist add are slightly not what you is in reality or ten people show up to a showing and it’s basically a crap shoot who is going to get chosen. It’s very disheartening. What I am grateful for is our friends who are looking out for us, calling, texting, sharing with me places they have seen on their way to work, word of mouth, just a heads up. It’s all very comforting.

Faith is your best buddy when you’re scared shitless – Jenn Sincero

I have been packing up my books and cleaning out closets to make space for the new. This is to say that I am ready to leave this place and move into a new place, a safe and welcoming home that will help us get to where we are going. Sure I have fear pop up and say hello from time to time, but I’m okay. I have faith and trust in the universe that all will be as it should.

Then creativity shows up and whispers, don’t forget about me. How could I? I can never forget my creativity, she is right here with me. In the middle of what seems to be a daunting time, I have to carry on, I go to the hotel life and do my job. I hosted a first aid class during the week and without warning, like most of the time, creativity was there waiting for me. Our instructor was this amazing human being who said one line and creativity pointed feverishly like a little kid, did you hear that, that’s golden, he’s your Broc, he’s your Paris story! Get writing! In one moment I knew my story that I was given over a month ago was now falling into place. I watched our first aid instructor all day and made mental notes while learning how to save someones life. It was a very abundant and grateful day. Creativity is everywhere, it’s our job to pay attention and write it all down.

With change comes insight. I’m embracing the shift and taking one step at a time, I’m trusting that I am being led in the best direction that is meant for me.

Have you been faced with an unexpected change? How are you managing? Know that I am here to support you, I’d love to hear from you.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .

Friends & Writing

Spending time with other writers is a great way to get inspired. My good friend and award-winning author Jacqui Nelson organized a few fellow writers together for a writing/marketing/goal rally over the weekend and like everything that is meant to be this little gathering was exactly what I needed to commit to the goals that we were asked to share with the group. To take this commitment further, I will share my goals with you:

  • Finish final draft of my current work in progress (One of a three book series of a hotel memoir) by April and send to editor for a copy-edit.
  • Start writing book two and three – I have several notes that need to be organized and put together.
    Book two first draft to be completed by May/June
  • Send query letters to a few publishers to see if there is an interest in the hotel book series.
  • Start working on some book covers. Along with blurbs, front and back, tag lines, all that fun stuff.
  • Start the self publishing train for my memoir about my family.
  • Continue writing one to two blog posts a week. – maybe focus blog posts on hotel series to start promoting.

When we share what we were brought here to give, we are in alignment with our highest, most powerful selves. ~ Jen Sincero

My list of goals are very attainable and the key to my success is focus and actually taking the steps to get to the page and write. I also will ask for help when I feel like I am drowning in my own watery pool of self-pity of “thinking” too much. I am aware that the ego tries to slip in to whisper, hey you, you can’t do this, who do you think you are trying to write and self publish? There are a millions books out there why are you special? I say, because I am that Special and Unique! I have been chosen to tell a story and it’s meant to be shared! Move over ego, the authentic self is here to stay.

                               From left to right: Me, Jodie, Sharron & Jacqui

Jodie Esch our lovely host for the day and talented author is going to join me on writing a weekly blog for Twitters #Monday Blogs As we have shared in our like-minded group we have connected to support one another. This sense of community brings joy to me, I feel connected to my creativity and even more so when we connect as a group and uplift one another where ever we are in our creative path.

What are you writing goals? Have you committed to them? Please share with us, I’ll be happy to help any way I can. Just know that I am here cheering you on.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .


                 Painting by Laurie Pace

Another week has come and gone. I feel like time is slipping by quickly and I wonder if anyone else feels the same? I honestly didn’t take any time during the week to write beyond my morning pages and I was aware of my mood. When I don’t write or work towards my passion I am aware of how my energy changes, my actions reflect the lack of motivation I have for anything. I end up living the routine to just get through the day and that doesn’t do anyone any good.

Then in one moment I am reminded of my passion and that writing is always a part of my life.


Friends of mine were staying at the hotel I work for and they were traveling with friends. When they stopped in to say hi I was thrilled to see them. As my friend introduced me to their friends she said “Marion Ann is a writer as well.” She waved towards her friend, we’ll call her Riley, and shared that her friend was starting to write blogs. I shared how I was a writer who works in a hotel and writing is always with me. They asked if I had anything published and I shared my short list (I’m proud of my list) and went a step further to share my intentions with my latest manuscript. Riley voiced, “I admire you for being on the publication train, I’m not there yet but one day.” And I shared, yes, it’s a journey but the writing deserves to be shared, it doesn’t deserve to sit in the desk drawer any longer. I was given this talent and I’m here to share the creativity. As I spoke these words I truly felt this notion, I’ve shared this before but it’s worth to share again and again. I whole heartily believe that creativity has chosen me to work with and my job is to write and share. So that day I decided to take Saturday off and to work on what was needed to get one step closer to sharing my work.



I sat in my writing room and wrote the day away which was filled with mini breaks and sitting idle for the creativity to show up and share. For this I am grateful.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .



The Push – Gratitude for Change


I wrote this when my bruised ego was and still processing a sticky situation. Then as divine intervention just knows when I need a little spiritual hug, I was invited to join the second Gratitude Gathering with Jo-Ann Carson and it all makes sense to me. I am very grateful for the pure awareness, this moment here and now. I have been using writing prompts to kick start the creative flow. This is the one that spoke to me:

Smoke, Fog, and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

I’m not going to set a timer to this writing prompt – I’m letting it sit with me as I have recently had some change occur in our lives. Not that I didn’t know it was coming, deep down I felt approaching because we’ve been manifesting this very situation. The universe is now saying, ‘okay, that’s long enough, time for me to step in.’ bam! Here you go.


I’ve been a bit of a fog these last few weeks, maybe even months. I tried several things to help the mind, such as supplements, fish oils, stay away from sugar and alcohol, stress, drama, all the things that distract me. I tried to sit here on the page where everything seems to be the clearest. However, my job can be filled with drama which can cause stress, which numbs me and I retreat within and I can’t seem to see beyond what is right in front of me. I’ve been gliding along in this smoky, foggy haze state of mind and though my higher self was very aware, waving arms around calling out ‘hello, anyone home? time to get to the page.’ Then as I make my way to the page everything seems brighter and things make sense. This is my truth.


The change that occurred, the situation the universe now has put at the fore-front? It’s about moving. We live in a very nice two bedroom, two bathroom apartment within a five-plex building. It’s very quiet, in a great neighborhood and the list of positives goes on. A few months ago my husband and I realized our goals and passions require more finances and the one area that would help out would be by moving to another place fore less rent. We didn’t put a lot of energy into the matter and we continued to glide along in our daily lives. My husband and I would discuss our goals over and over and the centering theme was money – we needed to be spending less and saving more. Our grocery shopping was cut down by more plant based meals, but still something was missing, it was the fact that fifty percent of my salary was going to rent and the cost of living in Victoria, BC is not cheap – it’s one of the most expensive cities to live in Canada and we were choosing to stay right where we were.


A few days ago our landlord called and he is a very direct man, he doesn’t dance around any issue. The conversation basically went like this, hello, it’s a busy time as it must be busy for you at the hotel, good for the economy, so we would like you to sign a lease for a year with a ten percent rental increase but if you don’t want to sign a lease then you would need to leave by the end of May so my son can move in, we can’t find him a decent place in the city for less than $1700 a month. Don’t get us wrong you are wonderful tenants and we like having you live there, the market has gone up or property taxes have gone up and…. At this point I’m not listening – the ego has woken up and full on human emotions are starting to flare up. I tell our landlord I will speak with him at the end of the month with our decision and that is pretty much how we ended the call. A little of my old behavior peered through the cracks of my bruised ego of “thinking” how can this happen, we are good people and I want to tell this villainess man to taking a  flying leap (okay, maybe a few more f-bombs in there)


Through the haze of the emotions, I know, this is what is needed to move forward with our passions and goals. We asked for the universes help and we didn’t do anything about it, so now the universe is like, no more lying around, it’s time and remember, if not now, when? Deep down I know this is the right path and even though my old behavior wants to hold onto something familiar but that’s fear and there is no way I’m afraid of change or moving forward. This has been a lesson for me to keep myself in check that I need to be walking the talk, and lately I haven’t been doing that. As I sit here and write the truth I have more energy and that spark that I know has always been there is glowing brighter.

Through the smoke, fog, and haze I can see the light and I am ever so grateful for this moment.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .









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Ready, set, write…



This is what makes sense in my life…Write for 15 minutes – prompt, answer, prompt again, answer.

Are you ready? The timer has started.

I recently heard that blogging is not as it use to be about five years ago. This maybe true, but for me blogging makes sense in my life at the moment as blogging gets me here on the page and that is what makes sense in my life. Writing makes sense in my life. Why? The list is ever-growing. I’m here to tell a story and yes I should be spending this fifteen minutes on my work in progress that I want to finish editing and revising by mid-march, it all makes sense to me. The process of writing, the process of sharing the writing, the process of learning more about writing, promoting, marketing, all of it makes sense to me. What doesn’t make sense to me is the procrastinating that settles in when I’m not looking. All of a sudden three or four episodes of whatever Netflix original has gone by and I wonder why the hell I feel so tired. Because I’ve been wasting precious time on something that does not fuel my soul, it feeds the ego and the old behavior of what feels comfortable. If I’m going to change and I’m going to go after what really matters in life, then I have to do something different. That is the truth.


This is what makes sense in my life. That I’ve been bouncing from place to place. I mean I’ve been guided to beautiful places in Canada, I’ve flown across the country from the east coast to live on top of one of the most beautiful Canadian rocky mountains to work and to experience life, this was to add to my creative life, this makes sense to me. The fact that I was with a company that transferred their employees to other beautiful resorts and hotels was a blessing, that made total sense to me. At the time I took it for granted, but deep down I knew that I was in the right place at the right time and I went with the flow, it all made perfect sense. I knew I was a story-teller from the start, I knew I was here to share this talent that has been given to me, a gift so precious that it almost seems like a secret that I shouldn’t share, but why would I think that? Anyone else who has the gift to tell a great story hasn’t held back, look at J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, Danielle Steel, Nora Roberts, my goodness they keep writing and keep sharing, why wouldn’t they? Why wouldn’t I?


What makes sense to me is that I am procrastinating from time to time and the excuse of my full-time job is really pissing me off – it’s no excuse, it’s the old behaviour wanting to sit on the sofa and numb the creative being into Netflix submission. That makes no sense to me what so ever, so what am I going to do about it? Get off the sofa, go into my writing room that I’ve been manifesting for most of my life yet don’t spend as much time in there as I have fantasized about, and write, or at least spend time there to give my writing room my energy, to keep giving it time to settle with me, to idle and let the words flow and be with the creativity as it should be. That makes sense to me, to spend time with those who support me and strengthen my abilities as I would do the same for them. Creativity has supported me for this long and it’s time for me to support the talent that has been so graciously loving me. I’m tired of hearing myself be upset hat I didn’t spend time with my writing, so it only makes sense to me that I continue to fight hard to be with it, stay away from the distractions that numb the senses, and go for it, go for the truth and be here on the page!

Well that was a quick 15 minutes – nothing a good rant onto the page won’t fix, or at least have some eye-opening moments.

What makes sense to you? Ready, set, write.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .