August 7, 2017

And I'm Done

I've been so busy with my job away from home that I have forgotten what the most important thing in life is, my family. But what's even more tragic, a long the way, I lost myself. I use to go to yard sales with my kids. I use to take weekend fishing and camping trips with my family. I use to take real vacations. I use to craft, write, sing. I use to, I use to, I use to.

Now, I do nothing but work. My body and health feel it on a daily basis. I come home, eat, then go straight to bed, most nights. I don't even have time to do grocery shopping anymore. Sad, isn't it?

At the start of 2017, my goal was to re-create this blog by taking it down a new path of life designing, in addition to my writing career as an author. I wanted other single moms to live a life within their means and make enough money to give them the opportunity to stay at home with their kids, just as I wanted with my own kids. But I allowed my other job to slowly take over my world and here I am, back to square one. Ugh!

A week ago, I broke down and decided to have a talk with my boss, only to realize, nothing will ever change.  There would be no more family time, no more vacations, no more days off. It was time to move on.

But moving on will mean a lot of hard work! It will not be an overnight success. There will be long days and nights, but most importantly, I must focus, focus, focus! Something clearly easier said than done for me! Still, there will be no excuses and I'll continue to keep on trucking, or should I say blogging because after all, this is my life, not yours and I will prevail!

Joy Smith also known as The Insane Writer, is the author of the Sci-Fi novel, The Generation. She can be found on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Google+ and LinkedIn.

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March 30, 2017

Just His Luck

"Hey, Guitar Center has, bc rich warlock at a great price!"

"Huh?" David turned to the feminine voice, an angel with dark chocolate eyes and olive toned skin. She smiled and he suddenly felt like that angelic smile was meant just for him.

"You look like a guitar kind of guy." She said.

A slow smile form across his face. She thought he was a guitarist? Really? "I, umm, not really." Was he blushing? She really thought he looked like he played guitar?

"Oh." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that put him to shame. Damn his luck, A hot brunette and he had to go and screw things up.

"I mean I'm not just a guitar kind of guy, I'm a-" "What had she called it? "BC Rich Warlock kind of guy," He smiled.

"Really?"

He nodded, suddenly wondering what the hell he had been thinking.

"Then you wouldn't mind buying one? I really need a sale!" That once an angelic smile had just suckered him into another guitar. Just his luck!