Monday Motivations

Monday Motivations; Ace of Swords

Hello friends and welcome to another whirlwind week of writing.

Friends, I come to you today from the inside of a blender. Some mysterious fever-causing illness has once again crept into my household, on the very week my elder two children have a veritable smorgasbord of school/extra curricular activities, and, oh yeah, my son’s birthday is Friday.

Needless to say, staying on top of my writing obligations is going to take some heroic concentration. If writing was my full time job, I might would choose this week to relax my wordload (get it?), but alas I do not have that option. There are no sick days or time off requests. There are no coworkers I can lean on to help me out during this kind of pinch.

Yet to say my writing goals are impossible to meet this week would not be accurate. I can still blog, get my words done, and meet my other obligations. There is simply less room for error at the moment.

That means keeping my eyes on the road. Staying focused. Not letting additional distractions delay my progress any further.

Heroic concentration. That’s my motivation this week.

Kerry Share

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The Ballad of Mercy May #0019

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Now free from the terror of the chase, the unnerving matter of the woman’s missing memory returns to top of mind. Though every inch of her body feels ready to sink into the soil itself, the woman pushes herself upright, her eyes darting this way and that — though what it is she seeks, not even she knows.

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Jo Henderson hasn’t been back to her hometown of Leander, Michigan, in sixteen years, and the last person she expects to meet there is her childhood best friend — who has aged very well. Ezra Teller has grown into a handsome and successful bartender who seems just as excited to see her as she is to see him, and they quickly make a date. But things get complicated when her father, the town sheriff, never comes back from investigating a disturbance at Ezra’s bar, and soon evidence surfaces that Ezra himself may have been involved. Can she trust Ezra to help her find her father — before it’s too late?


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Thursday Words

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Hello friends and welcome to another deceptive edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer. 

I’m not feeling especially good today, mentally, so my apologies in advance for kind of a downer post. 

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