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November 8, 2017

Day 7 of Gratitude: Goals

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There are people who believe in my goals right along side me. You know who you are…

There are people who believe in my goals sometimes even more than I do…I know who you are and am thankful for you every day.

There are also those who think my goals are a pipe dream. You know who you are…and so do I…and I forget a lot of things…but I will remember where you stood when it mattered.

I love my goals. I love that my books are going to pay the bills one day…that I am going to have worldwide book tours…that I am going to make it…that I am going to win an Oscar for best original screenplay.

Just in case you don’t know which aforementioned group you belong to…check your reaction to my goals…if you don’t believe in me…then kindly get out of my way.


November 6, 2017

Day 6 of Gratitute: My things

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 10:56 pm

Quiet Man with John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara is one of my all-time favorite movies, for a thousand reasons, but one of them is when she doesn’t feel at home without her things around her. As I was moving, and my things were here and there, I felt discontent…and now, with most of my things under one roof, I feel grateful for having “my things about me.” *I would have all of my things, but I am old and my back and my knees are not doing great with the stairs and the cold…but by week’s end, I should be all settled.

It’s odd, the things we find comfort in, but I love to have my projects all under one roof, where I know they are safe and waiting for me to say it’s their turn in line.

I like to have my little knick-knacks and memories. Things to touch when I think back on certain events or people in my life. Loves I have lost. Friends I have found. Memories of who I used to be and who I want to become.

I love Maureen O’Hara and how she stands up to the Duke…and I love how the Duke, hard and gruff as they come, goes and gets her things for her so there is peace in the household.

Day 5 Gratitude: The kits

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I couldn’t say this on Friday when they had the torture and inhumanity of being forced to being locked up in prison cells (carriers) and transported to their new home. I couldn’t even really say this yesterday when they were still traumatized from their Friday. *sarcasm font*

But today…I am once more (and always) grateful for the kits.

November 5, 2017

4th day of Gratitude: Friends

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 12:50 am

Sometimes, I am absolutely amazed I have friends. Every day, I am absolutely amazed by my friends. I have friends who accept and love my quirks, friends who love and support my goals, friends who don’t outwardly bash my goals, and friends who do all of the above and so much more.

If I count you among my friends, and if you count me among your group…just know that I am grateful for you every day.

November 4, 2017

3rd day of gratitude: moving day

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 12:16 am

When you have been putting things in boxes for over a month, it is a great relief when you finally get to take things out of boxes and start to figure out where it makes sense to put things.

I always forget how much I hate moving my cats until the time comes to shove them in carriers and zip them in as fast as I can. The Siamese didn’t catch on quickly enough to fight me. The tabby…always the tabby…hid under the bed until I moved the bed. Hid under the dresser until I moved that too. He verbally protested and thrashed about. Then on the drive, the tabby sulked quietly while the Siamese acted as if I was torturing him.

Now that the kits are here…I we are getting along again…but wow do I hate putting them in the car.

I am grateful for my apartment. Grateful for the friendships which made this happen. Grateful for the kits now that we are at peace again…

November 2, 2017

Day 2 of Gratitude: Sleep

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So there is a lot going on in my mind and world at current. Today, and every day it happens…I am grateful for restful sleep. It’s not an every day thing…even on the best of days. Being a writer is sometimes a challenge to restful anything…but between my move and my job and my other job and NaNo (which I only got 700 words on today, but that is okay…progress is progress)…I am definitely grateful for restful sleep.


November 1, 2017

Day one of Gratitude: NaNo start

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So, I am going to do this again this year, and hopefully I make it all 30. There is just a lot going on, but all of that is something to be grateful for, so I should be just fine.

I move on Friday. I am working a full-time job and a part-time job. I also am planning on getting 2 more projects finished before 2017 sees its closing. No one has ever said I was sane or realistic. So, of course, to add to the mix…is NaNoWriMo (or NaNo) 50,000 words in 30 days.

I woke up this morning at 2, with an idea for a perfect way to start chapter one…but my muse was sleeping, so I put it in Color Notes and went back to sleep. I didn’t think I would get my word count in today…I have boxes to move…work to do…more work to do…so I just thought…okay…just get it started. Start NaNo off…you can get caught up this weekend after you are moved in and settled.

I started writing…and except for my pen dying around page 3, I couldn’t write fast enough. The words poured out of me. I quickly grabbed another black pen whose color was close enough to the dying pen to be a match and kept going. I didn’t want to break the flow…didn’t want to have the magic die and have to face reality of boxes and work tasks.

So today…on day one of NaNo, I am grateful for 1804 words…chapter one of Quarterfinals being done. For this one moment, I am ahead of schedule.

October 23, 2017

Preparing for NaNo

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So…did you look at your calendar, realize November is NEXT week and squeal like I did? November means warm clothes and football and hot cocoa and all those good things…but to some writers…November means NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo (or NaNo) is National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is 50K in 30D (that’s 50,000 words in 30 days…which averages out to about 1667 a day). It is a beautiful, exhausting, exhilarating, challenge and I have participated in it since 2012 when I had Redeeming Trust as my novel challenge. I did not let myself even think about any other projects and the end result was a writer’s block around chapter 12 that I could not break and lost all kinds of time.

2013 was First Down which started off my Lucky Charms series. I let myself play with other things and focused primarily on my novel about Josh and Dillon and, of course, Lilly. It was a good time and I had a lot of success with it.

2014 was Driven West which is my first branch into the mystery genre. It is the novel I am now editing and will have out (hopefully) by the end of the year.

2015 was Don’t Let Go, a story inspired by a trip to visit my dad and step-mom in Florida which had 2 young girls holding hands and jumping in the deep end of the pool.

2016 was Dear Teaching: I want a Divorce. This one was a challenge because it was non-fiction and I was still teaching, so it was too hard to write about leaving when I hadn’t yet left. I got about halfway through the challenge, but some of the scars were too fresh and tears were still too close. It will be out in 2018.

And then this year. It will be a story I didn’t know I wanted to write until I knew I had to write it. Quarterfinals will finish out the Lucky Charms series and give JD, the Super Fan who started it all…his own story…with a soccer player.

NaNo starts next week. I need to get my outline ready!!!! I need to find my wrist brace. I need to figure out why I thought it was a good idea to move November 3rd…

October 16, 2017

Keep Coming Back

So far in my author life, I have self-published a single (Whatever you Make of It), a double (Arianna’s Honor and Arianna’s Destiny), another double (Broken Trust and  Redeeming Trust), and a trilogy (Lucky Charms: First Down, Stealing Second, and Hat Trick). I have potential ideas for a 2nd Whatever, a 3rd Arianna and a 4th Lucky Charms: Quarterfinals. I don’t currently have any ideas for a 3rd in the Trust books, though I cannot imagine my time with Sam and Ali is really done.

One one hand, I love these characters–I know them and love them, in fact have known and loved them for years now. They are my friends, and now that they are published, they are my readers’ friends as well. People have asked me for more. More Jac and Jyn (Whatever), more Ari, more Sam and Ali, more Lilly and the Lucky Charms crew. I love that they want more. I love that my characters have become real to my readers…and that my readers want more. I want to give them more, because that means I get to play with my old friends more.

On the other hand, there is this…


And if I keep revisiting old friends, how will I ever make progress with new friends? It’s the same as going back to the same ex…the same memories…rather than starting over with something new. There is comfort in the familiar, but there is also the promise of something you have never experienced before…

October 11, 2017


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Yesterday, I was standing in a classroom at a university…which at a time not too long ago, was the ultimate dream…to get my PhD and teach future teachers…pass the torch and help those who came after me…that was the goal for such a long time…until it wasn’t.

When I quit teaching in April, I felt good about my decision to focus on being an author. I felt a peace about my decision, which always lets me know I am on the right path…but there was a small part of me that wondered, if I was misreading the signals, making a mistake, if I would have regrets.

Yesterday, I stood in the classroom and waited for 3rd and 4th grade tiny humans to come for their sessions about poetry…and I also waited for that tiniest of twinges that I was supposed to be back in a classroom, and all I felt was that I was an author, about to talk to (and hopefully inspire) future authors. There was no longing, no love lost sickness, no ‘how could I walk away from this,’ in fact there was nothing but closure. That chapter of my life is closed…and my soul is at peace.

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