The words of the story started to pour out and I quickly became entrenched in these people’s lives. I knew a paragraph ahead where the story was going and there always seemed to be a new twist that I wasn’t expecting. There were no preconceived ideas on where the story was going. I just let it flow. If I had planned on writing it for someone else to read, I wouldn’t have made it past “Time out. I hate time out.”

There was another factor that would have stopped me from writing the story if I had known before hand. When I finished writing my story, I was shocked to learn it was placed in the Sci-Fi genre of literature because it took place in another galaxy. I do not like mythical creatures and wierd monsters so I had always shyed away from reading Sci-Fi. Yet, I dearly love Star Wars. They are no mythical creatures or monsters in it. George Lucas wrote a story of a struggle between good and evil that took place in another galaxy and so did I.

Each day, I found myself spending eight hours a day in my office writing. At night, I found my condition, making it hard to sleep. The experienced taught me that I like to take a deep breath in my sleep. This would cause me to wake up coughing hard and it sent me running to the bathroom. My bladder didn’t do well when I went into these coughing spells. For some reason, I would never just cough once. It would go on and on. Then I would be quiet for a period of time.

For some reason, my coughing would happen around five in the morning. I would lay there trying to go back to sleep but my mind would wonder where the story was going next. So I would get up and move my humidifier and air purifier to my office. This shocked my family. I’m not a morning person and seldom was awake at sunrise. They are really beautiful. I never appreciated sunrises until I started to write.

My oldest son lived less than a mile away and he would stop by to see how I was doing. When he found me in my office working on something mysterious, he became suspicious. He wanted to know what I was doing that seemed to make me so happy. I tried to discourage his interest but he seemed to be relentless.

When I told him, he wanted to read my story. There was no way. I wasn’t going to let anyone destroy my newly created world, by laughing at me. The joy of living in my secret world was wonderful and I was weary of criticism. Day after day, he would stop by and ask to read my story. Finally, I broke down because he promised not to laugh. He had never done anything to break my trust in the past so I let him into my world.

Each day, he stopped by to exchange pages. To my amazement, he was excited to know what was going to happen next. It wasn’t only me. With the holidays coming up, we met as a family. Everyone was there but one son who was living out of the country. At the table, my oldest son started to ask me about the history of these people. Where did they come from? What was there culture like? Why was it so different from ours? Without thought, I knew and would write it down on my pad of paper that I carried everywhere with me. He happened to be at the opposite end of the table. So everyone read my answers as the paper traveled to him. I still didn’t have a voice.

My second to the oldest son asked to read the story. He shocked everyone. This boy or man had never read anything for fun. He made fun of those who did. He read but for information only. I trusted him and made him promise to not share it with others outside the family.

A couple of days later, I heard from my second son. One morning, he called to leave a message on the answering machine that he was angry with me. The night before he had stayed up until two in the morning reading. He was upset to hear the alarm clock go off at six in the morning, telling him it was time to get up for work. He was caught in the intrigue of the story and discovered how fun reading for pleasure could be.

They pushed me to publish the story. Yeah! I wasn’t going there and I refused. It took me two months to get through the first book. Instantly, I knew there was another one. So I continued writing because I had no voice. The first of the year is your prime time to get listings in real estate. With no voice, I was still trapped in my office. So it meant that I wouldn’t be able to bring in new money for about six months with my pipeline dry.

My sons and their wives wouldn’t let up on getting the story published. I finally consented to doing it. Shortly, I mysteriously stopped coughing and I could take deep breath just fine. My voice was back so I could go back to real estate.

To keep my promise to my children, I sent the first book to a local small publisher who accepted manuscripts as a contact. I hoped they would tell me that the story would make a lousy book.

Instead, they told me I had a very strong story. They were going to turn it down because it wasn’t written in story form. They were interested in seeing my new writings. This wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I wanted them to tell me that the story was weak. I knew it wasn’t written in story form and they would refuse it.

I was disappointed because I knew their answer meant work. For the first time, I really wanted to lie to my children but I couldn’t do it. Everything, I had ever taught my children were on the line. Could I practice what I preach? This was the hardest situation, I had ever been in.

When I did the research on my story for genre, I had written fiction, Sci-Fi/ fantasy for young adults. This is the hardest arena to get into. There were so many books to compete with. They are hard to market too. What had I done? My kids were watching me expecting me to live up to everything I taught them about not quitting. In my heart, I didn’t want to get started but I had promised them. So I put my heart and soul into it, hoping they would appreciate my sacrifice.

This is what kept me taking one more step. You probably don’t want to know about the rest. So I won’t go into how I got it published. It wasn’t easy. This is how my career got started. My example to my children kept me picking up myself and moving forward. Many times, I had wished that I never let my oldest son read it. Then I read an email from an excited fan and it gives me the courage to take another step forward. I would’ve never published it or started a new career, if had kept it to myself.

You can read the first chapter at Stones Quest history.

I’ve had a goal for a year to get started with blogging. It seems like something always get in the way. With a new year, I’m going to blog and get to know you all.

For me, I’m use to teaching. I can see with blogging. You need to just talk. If I’m going to share myself, then I need to start at the beginning. People seem to find it interesting. It’s a surprised to me because I think my life is boring.

I was abandoned at the age of four being told no one wanted my two siblings or me. My life mirrored the words of my father. I raised myself. My sibling and I were spilt up and really didn’t get to see each other. No one stepped in on our lives, inviting us to be permanently apart of their family.

As a child, I want into a deep spiritual depression at the young age of eight. It’s an interesting story on how I worked my way out. If I was old enough to understand suicide, I think I would have done it.

Today, I’m not a just a survivor of a serious bad situation. This is important for you to know. I’m a conqueror. I dearly love my past. It taught me lessons about life that I now share with others. People are changing their lives.

I’m an author of numerous books and I teach seminars on how to deal with disappointments and rebuild shattered dreams. Disappoints are very important aspect of your life. They make up of who you are. So often, we wear them on our sleeve as a badge of pain. This is why I can’t have a wonderful life. This happened to me.

Do you find yourself doing something that isn’t really what you want to do? How often have you tried to change it only to have it unmovable? Or you will the behavior to change only to have it come back when you relax. It is possible to change anything about your life with ease when you know how to do it?

I’ve learned we easily can and do program our minds. Is your mind working against or for you? I have so many subjects that I could talk about it. I’m not sure where to begin.

Ask me what it is that you keep hitting up against a wall and you just seem like you can’t get through it. Tell me what it is and I can tell you how to understand what is happening to you. Maybe, you can understand how to change your life?

You have probably have heard the saying, “There are two thing that you can always count on. It is death and taxes. I want to add a third element that haunts our steps. It is fear and everyone has felt it at least once in our lives. Fear can stop us from having happiness and becoming who we want to be in this life.

There are many books on the subject. If you have read a book on the subject, you should be able to handle it perfectly. Can you? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to read a book and presto, you have changed your life. The truth we have to choose to implement the principles into our lives.

Choice is a governing principle of the universe and we are bound to it. You had to choose to take you first breath and you have to choose to implement the techniques that you read in a book. I have read over two hundred books on self-help. If you want the success from what you read, you have to choice to implement them into your life.

Fear is an emotion and it is a action word. What I mean about fear being an action word. You have to take an action with fear. When you feel it, you will hide, fight or flight. Sometimes, we experience shock at the same time we feel fear. If this has happened to you, then you have added another problem.

As a little girl, my oldest brother thought it was funny to take me and through me up into the air. He would say, he wanted to see if I could hit the ceiling. The ceilings were ten feet in height. It would have impossible for me to actually hit it.

A two year old doesn’t understand that concept. Every time, he threw me up. I would scream and cry. With each toss, I held my breath. I was experiencing shock and fear at the same time, so they became attacked to it each other.

In the future, my mind brought up the shock every time I would even stand on a chair. I relieved the fear of being tossed up into the air. It would cause me to be consumed with fear. I relived everything right down to me holding my breath. If I stayed on the chair for too long, I would pass out from not breathing.

When we feel fear, we all hope that it will go away with time. I would have gone to my grave being afraid of any height without me doing something about it. I learned how to go back and release my mind from that frozen moment of being afraid.

I learned how to reprogram my mind to release any memory of being afraid. It has improved my life greatly. Sooner or later, we have to deal with fear or we spend the rest of our life avoiding or medicating our fears. Fear keeps us from growing and it will steal our dreams. You might want to deny what I said but down deep. You know it is true.

How did I get rid of my fear? The first rule of dealing with fear, you have to acknowledge you are afraid and it is okay. Sometime, we are embarrassed to admit that we are afraid to do something. It might make us appear weak.

Somewhere along the way, we promised ourselves that we would always be strong. Weakness was not acceptable. Once you have acknowledge it. You need to look at it. Why does this stop me cold?

You need to look at your fear from all angles so you can understand it. For me, when I asked me mind to back to the first time I felt paralyzing fear. It took me to my brother. I found embracing the moment with love and forgiveness removed the mind from the shock of feeling it. Love is a very healing emotion and you need to give it to yourself daily.

I sent love to myself until I felt the fear drifting out the window that my brother was standing next too. When the fear disappeared out the window, it left me. I sent it away through the window by choosing to let it go.

I knew it had left because I became consumed with a peaceful feeling. It is okay to feel fear. It becomes a problem when you do not allow it to leave you. Sometimes, we make the mistake of holding on it, thinking it is our duty. You can feel the fear and then you need to let it float through you. I hope this helps you. It works for me.

If you want more information, you read it in the book “Hot to Rebuild Shattered Dreams.” I also have a young adult series called “Stones Quest.” It’s a Sci-Fi/Fantasy series. The people are just like you but their technology is completely different. Along with their education, lifestyle and adventure, it is a fun, fast paced adventures read.