thoughts are things

thoughts are things


We each have a path in life. This BIG idea that makes us giggle smile. I know it and everyone knows it. We begin this path and then doubt, fear and negative outside forces and people  influence us in the worst way. These are the curves, zigzags, twists and turns in our simple path. This weekend I have been literally contemplating my purpose–well not really because deep down I know what it is. I love working with kids but art and writing is also a LOVE that has become an obsession. I spend most of my free time drawing and painting. But then there’s these meanders. These bumps in the road. I’ll be painting and for some reason the painting doesn’t feel right even after I have painted the same poem for like EVER it seems. Then I hear the same words,”Grow up and how can you draw all day?”  It’s not that they want to hurt me but come on isn’t every idea or dream a silly dream until OH it came true That’s just it I simply want to paint.  The point is this is a meander. Do I let these thoughts bring me to a stop? No absolutely not! 

Here’s a poem  that sums up how I feel and great timing that I finished it.


Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.


via Daily Prompt: Meander

picture book side projects

Book Project

Ideas and words swim around in my head. I think of J.K. Rowling and the voice that told her, “Your book will be hard to publish but if you, do it’s going to be huge. I think of  Whitney Houston who at an early age, singing in a church, she knew right then and there what she must do.

Right now I just want to write The tale of Ana Bee and George Bird. I don’t know why I started it but I need to see it through. I am not J.K Rowling or Whitney Houston but I am passionate about this project. This is a great way to immerse myself in creative writing, drawing, and color!

Intro to my book:


Chapter 1 George Bird

George could feel and see the crowd. “Sing—SING George!” said Ana Bee. He looked for her and tried to sing but the words wouldn’t come out. Scratch! The music stopped and George woke up.  George rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. “WHY do I keep having this dream?”  It had been a while since George sang. It had been a while since the terrible talent show.  He thought of Mr. Gables’ words, “You’ll never make it as a singer. For some reason he had a hard time singing in front of crowds but not in front of Ana Bee … “ANA BEE!” said George as he jumped out of bed. George washed his face, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Then grabbed his suitcase and ran to Ana Bee’s house.



Character profiles and sketches.

Ana Bee


George Bird

There have been some changes.


One day I just got this idea in my head and not sure how but a voice did say.” you gotta right this down.” I get ideas and I need to follow them. My problem is that I need to stop being such a wuss and wondering what if, how or buts.  I realize now as I write that oh my gosh but I have failed at all these ideas so what makes me think that this one will work. Am I wasting my time? Only if I am not giving my best. I mean don’t you have to go through all these terrible ideas to get to the good ones. I guess.


Imagine all the possibilities that are possible.