by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
May 30 is National Creativity Month. But, I think y’all might have picked up on that based on this post’s title. Am I right?
So, I just got back from
a lovely trip along the milky way my yearly excursion to the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference. It was, as always, life changing. How many life changes can This Girl go through and still be changed? I’m so glad you asked. Apparently, the answer is, well, quite a bit.
I still can’t put into words all this year’s trip meant to me. So … read the rest. . .
Confession time: I haven’t known how to say everything I need to say. Pretty soon I’ll be rebranding the blog with a stronger focus on social media, writing, and editing. But now and then, I’ll still have some emo to share.
Like this post . . .
Y’all remember the suitcase I picked up a few months ago? [Read: “Oh, The Place You’ll Go!”]
First it took me to Seattle. [Read: FIVE THINGS FRIDAY: Seattle.]
And starting two weeks ago it kept me company at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.
Since returning, my peeps have been … read the rest. . .
Hey y’all (I said “y’all,” y’all!)!
I’m back from my second year at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.
Was is everything I hoped it to be? Yes and no.
Yes, because there was much to learn, more to affirm, and an abundance of camaraderie.
No, because in this midst of all that, there were some treasured folk that were deeply missed.
I’ll tell y’all about it later (I said “y’all” again!), but this post is about what I learned about social media. In particular, it’s about one post that taught me about social media.
You see, there’s … read the rest. . .
North Carolina is full of rocking chairs and a Mayberry-esque lifestyle. There are rocking chairs in the airports, and there are rocking chairs in the restaurants. In the restaurants, people! I ain’t making this stuff up.
I want to live there. I want to drink more sweet tea and say “y’all” and “honey, sugar” to strangers and call my friends “Sweet Potato” and rock on a front porch as the rain patters down. I want to live in Blue Ridge.
Unfortunately, Blue Ridge is an event, not a place. Well, it’s both, but when it’s not an event, it can … read the rest. . .
It’s almost 1 a.m. Sunday morning. Well, my watch tells me it’s only 9:45 pm, but I’m in North Carolina now, so it’s three hours later. Which makes it thisclose to sunrise. Ok, not really. There’s still an opportunity to catch some zzz’s but I just can’t go to sleep without sharing what the last 24 — okay, 36 — hours have been like.
Having been blessed with a scholarship and a share in the travel expense, I’m — wait for it. No, I can’t quite get my head around it yet. But yes, it’s true.
I’m at Blue Ridge! … read the rest. . .