Dec 4, 2017 |
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Monday Motivations for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
Frankly, My Dear . . . : Motivational Monday for Writers
“Give them a reason to care about you. Then they’ll care about what you write.” ~ Molly Jo Realy
With a pat on your back and a go-gettem-shout,
Happy writing!
~Molly Jo
And Frankly, My Dear . . . : That’s all she wrote!
Apr 19, 2015 |
Are you often amazed at the plethora of Monday-haters on social media? Sundays are an infestation of draggy, please-don’t-make-me-go-back posts and photos of closed eyes or weekend-recovery moments captioned “One more day!”
With the humans away, the Cats will play…
I understand. When you need that break to refresh, ending it can seem, well, horrid. I typically clean Bedford Manor after work on Friday night, leaving Saturday as my To-Do List and Play With Friends Day. That makes Sunday my day of rest. My I-Can-Do-Anything-Or-Nothing Day.
But here’s where I admit a dark secret: I treasure most Mondays. Those are days when the work week starts over. It’s the beginning of new opportunities to fill the board with great accomplishments, rack up some goals, and share ideas on making at least our corner of the world a better place.
To-Do List
Mondays are a chance to start over, or continue. There’s nothing quite so nice as knowing I’m earning my paycheck, and starting the week means I’ve five solid days to do just that.
When I’m done with my day job, I get to come home and work on writing, editing and social media publishing for my freelance clients. On Tuesdays and Thursdays you can find me in critique groups or working on their submissions. Wednesday evenings I’m in the online chat room for Aaron Gansky’s Firsts in Fiction Podcasts. Yeah. I’m busy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And for those weeks when Mondays are hard to appreciate, there’s always the Pollyanna approach.
“You can be glad because it’ll be a whole week
before (it) comes around again.”
I challenge you today to make a list of five things you have to look forward to this week. Just five things. It can be as simple as a quiet cup of coffee before work, or a smile from a coworker. It can be as complex as making it through the day when you don’t feel good, or paying a bill when you’d rather put food on the table.
Start a Glad List. Next week, come back and tell me how your week went. We’ll both be glad you did.
MoJo Glad List
And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!
Nov 5, 2012 |
It’s been a long time coming. I haven’t been able to tell one day from the next. But now… Now, I’m (almost) ready. Now, I’m less anxious and more amped.
My Bento Lunch is packed. My purse is gathered. My clothes are hanging neatly. Did I miss anything? After my emotional vomit on TGIF as well as the outpouring of encouragement and support that followed, I can say I’m faced with a renewed emotion today: Excitement.
It started out as anxiety as I prattled off a list of “What If’s” to my brother, who immediately assured me those thoughts are natural… But I’m not so sure how natural it is to contemplate being the sole survivor of a catastrophic event the first week I start work and having to run the office alone amidst a deficit of knowledge and working skills… Just sayin’…
Faced with the ridiculousness of my writer’s brain, I already informed my new boss that I think a little differently than most. I promise (or so I told her) that it won’t affect my professionalism. I mean, really. I’m back in the Insurance industry. My creativity won’t affect that. [I do hope I get to use the word, defenestration, at some point… but I highly doubt it.]
As I filled out documents last week, I broached the subject of Identity Fraud. My new boss questioned me, “Why would someone do that?” To which I promptly responded, “I have no idea. But I watch a lot of crime drama so I know it happens.” Yeah. Cuz my reality really should be a TV movie.
What started as trepidation as I perused the 300 page “Office Bible” quickly turned to confidence. I’ve done this job before. I can do it again. I loved it once. I’ll love it forever.
I am now, again, officially a Nine-to-Fiver.
My boss asked me a great question during our initial interview: “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I responded, “The same. Only… better.”
That which I have prayed for has arrived. And whatever comes of it, I’ve been here before.
So I know it’s going to be alright.
I’m turning a new page. And pretty excited to write a new chapter.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Oct 15, 2012 |
Yup. That’s right. Normally upbeat, optimistic MoJo had a not-so-good day today.
On the heels of crying on my friend’s shoulder for no reason at all last week, only to realize I was actually coming down with something (I always get cranky before I get sick), and then having the chaos of a not-so-well-cleaned house and not being able to fully devote myself to writing coherently…
All these little irritants went by the wayside and today I was ready to face the world again! Hurray!
But the world, it seems, wasn’t quite ready for me.
After spending the better part of the morning glued to my telephone and laptop, I finally tracked down and took care of such business relating to correspondence courses, writing assignments, freelance opportunities, political issues, and home schtuff.
Dot and I spent far too long at the Super Target where I bought pumpkins and other necessary groceries, and she bought sweaters and socks (did I mention the wintery weather of late?
We came home to a high-pitched toilet. Almost dog-hearing pitched, but luckily, it was toned enough to greatly annoy our cats as well! Can I use the word lucky enough in this post?
Dot surprised me with a sweater she bought for me at Target. I’ve been looking for such a sweater for over a year now. She bought me a sweater and socks to keep me warm this winter! What a Doll!
I decided then it was finally time for that haircut I’ve been waiting on. I called my stylist only to discover she’s no longer working, and the salon didn’t have any other openings for today. So I drove over to the walk-in discount haircut place that I used to go to.
Never. Ever. Go to a walk-in discount haircut place. Never. Not unless you know them, and trust them. Never. Promise me.
As soon as we walked in, I had a sneaking suspicion I was making a bad decision. There was no welcoming other than “We’ll be right with you,” which turned into a fifteen minute wait. And no one offered style books for me to look at.
When I was called up, the stylist mumbled too much for me to understand her. She used her hand to sweep the chair, and tightened the dirty cape around my neck too tightly. That’s right: not only was it too tight, but it had someone else’s hair all over it. Gross, right?
I showed her photos on my cell phone of styles I was interested in. She didn’t seem to understand what “longer bangs and shorter in the back” meant. As she spritzed my hair with water and dragged the comb through, I winced and offered an “Oww!” I began to question why she parted my hair so drastically to the side, when she again mumbled, fumbled, and said, “I’ll just start in the back.”
When she opened her scissors, I opened my mouth.
“STOP!” I insisted. I apologized lightly and told her I wasn’t comfortable with her cutting my hair. It was awkward, it was uncomfortable. But I’d rather walk out with her being confused than me needing to pay for a second haircut to correct her mistakes.
So here I am at home. The recipes I’d planned aren’t done yet. The cookies aren’t baked. The desserts aren’t made. The budget isn’t balanced. The toilet isn’t quiet. And the writing isn’t written.
Instead, you get this post about Bad Hairs and Mondays… aren’t you lucky?
I do have this one ray of light: Tomorrow’s a new day. And I’m pretty sure the sun will come out… tomorrow.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
