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Ask permission.Gain a morsel of respect.Ask permission.Show a morsel of respect.Ask permission.Gain a lesson in respect.Ask permission.Show a habit of respect.Ask permission.Gain awareness of another.Ask permission.Show awareness of another.Ask permission.Learn lessons about another.Ask permission.Share lessons about another.Ask permission.Sharing may just become caring.Ask permission.Caring may just become sharing.Ask permission.Avoid stalking.Ask permission.Promote relationship building.Ask permission.Nurture the good.Ask permission.Avoid ...
Phew.Whew.We all survived the day devoted to “Love”.It was.The day before yesterday.In case you forgot.For some it is a day of dread—the expectations, the opportunities, the gains, the losses.For others it is a day to begin to strengthen, repair, renew.How ever one approaches the sentiment, the day is devoted to something we know and feel but oftentimes cannot describe adequately.Love.What the heck is it anyway?A feeling?A state of mind?A yearning?An aversion?I wish I knew so I can tell you.What it is.The best I can do is provide you with ex...
Dump and Go?Not quite. That simple.Baggage has a way of ball and chaining you to the past.A result of your own “doing”. Or not doing.Sorry.Even if an when you hide behind cousin A, B, or C.That is a fantasy land may be best for you to reject, to awaken from.Have an awakening of sorts.It may be too late for you.Thank goodness you connect via Facebook, huh.?Your life blood.Good for you.And all the best, too.Enter the tug.Enter the war.Enter the tug,of,all wars.Just when you assumed we were not looking.You assumed incorrectly.My apologies.For y...
Want Ad:Wanted: The very best friend in the world.Requirements: Able to handle a multitude of your “stuff”, without batting an eye. Without turning away. Able to leap tall buildings of the chip on your shoulder in a single bound.And then does it.Able to read your cues without question/questions.And then does it.Able to share your sad feelings with you.And then does it.Able to radiate smelly and stinky, hairy and grungy, unjudge-ey non words, deeds, actionsAnd then share it with you.The sentiment. Of taking on with you the “stuff” that is you...
Like a small child.Who will not take “No” for an answer.Grimaced face, crossed arms in front, stomped foot on the ground.”I want more.”The child knows, as a child of God that the Master knows. Best.More of the good stuff is always worth the stomp fight. A small child simply doesn’t know how to properly pray and ask just yet.Good stuff:KindnessHelperListenerServantBad stuff:IgnoranceIgnoreGreedTaker”He was faithful to God, who chose him to do this work, just as Moses was faithful in his work in God’s whole house.God’s whole house.A man who bu...
Attachment theory.De-tachment theory.Have you checked the corners of your own closet lately😳? Might be a good time to take stock of your stuff. Before you scream out loud.What is so important today.May be forgotten tomorrow.Sad.The effort.The memories.The momento of a moment in time.Collections collected in a moment in time.Memories retrieved along the way.Of a full life, a life well lived.What’s the “diff” you ask?About possessing possessions?The insidious desire to possess another person and their possession? Their possessions?Scarey stuff...
There certainly is“enough” to go around.Enough hate.Enough love.Enough blank stared, wrinkled skin, catatonia, color coded codes of potential implementation to “take care of it”, to “take care of you”.Suddenly we find our collective selves attempting to out do one another with the trash talk of all trash.Trash talking.An insidious way to “get into our heads” to force us to believe we are less than or un equal to.Reparations do not repair this. Reparations do not repair this type of behavior. Hand outs do not either.A deep dive into one’s own...
Ok. Here goes.As the lines of the lies continue to blur your beautiful and innocent minds.I am compelled.First: To earn your trust.Second. Hear your thoughts.Third: Respect your thoughts.Fourth: Tackle the demons together.There is such a “thing” as common sense. Really. Usually that comes in the form of a trusted parental-like unit who by words, deeds and actions teaches by example the differences between right and wrong.Right and wrong exists. Really. Truly, Madly. Deeply.The sooner you learn to trust the trust of trusting your inner self. ...
“Better a meal of vegetables where there is love than a fattened calf with hatred.”There is something quite beautiful and meaningful. About sitting at the table. Sharing life, sharing stories. And one does not even have to be a good or even great cook.🙂Sometimes in life, the process can be the punishment. We have choices. We do not always choose the most loving option. We blame it on youth or ignorance. We go ahead and “do it” anyway.We should stop, look and listen to what we are doing. At what?Wonder and love at the process of cooking up a ...
Cute as a button.Cute as a bug’s ear.Did you know? Cute was a shortening of the word acute for “sharp witted and clever”.I did not know……learn something new everyday!Clever.ShrewdIngenious, tooNot outwardly beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, bombshell-ey, “hot”.But.Cute.Small things are usually cute.Bunnies are cute.Small children are oftentimes considered cuteA button is small, is round, so I guess could be considered cute.Although I know a person who as a small child had an aversion to buttons. But it wasn’t what you may think. This person had...
Who is on first?Who is first?Who goes first?Who was first?Whose on first?Whose is first?Whose goes first?Whose on first?The first shall be last and the last shall be first?Who is on last?Who’s on first?Who’s was first?Who’s goes first?Who’s is last?Who is last?Who goes last?The last shall be first and the first shall be last?I have a headache.🤕I forgot where I was.Where I left my head.Who, Who’s. Whose. Whom. Whomever?How now brown cow. Rolling in the green, greens grass.In the manure, just for a break.Fidget. Widget. Slimming. Or. Stimming....
The Bickersons need to know. When they come face to face.” I cry and cry for mimicry?” asked Mr. Bickerson“I can read your face like a book.” replied Mrs. Bickerson.The life story unfolds, unravels, un kempt, un certain because the Bickersons simply did not understand one another. They surely knew how to bicker. And bicker they did. About the small things. About some big things. Ironically, and by grace-of-god-godily not about the biggest things.In the meantime, the bickering took its toll. And tolls it took. On his toils. On her toils. In d...
Just. Show. Up.Half the battle is won when you just show up.The rest of the battle can be won or lost from there.It’s what you have and what you do with it. It is what you say, and how you say it. It is how you serve and serve best the interest of your fellow man. Whether you like them or not.I, for one, hope my last breathes when leaving this world flow smoothly alongside my thoughts. My good thoughts. Even when the going got tough, I never gave up. That every road block, and bump in my road, met with honesty and regard for those around me....
The cross argues for you.Every day.Every minute.Every hour.Every new day.Every new minute.Every new hour.”Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without a fault in a warped and crooked generation.” The you will shine among them likes stars in the sky. (wk)Be a peace trainer (pf).It is safe to say we are all imperfect.It is safe to say we can all improve.It is safe to say we all come from “somewhere”The beauty is in knowing the difference, the indifference, the difference betwee...
Who is too different?You?Me?Us?Them?Differences in life show us who we are and who can become. When temptation rears its ugly head of contempt toward another.Conquer it.We are way more similar than we like to admit.We all bomb on decision making—from time to time.Better decision making is a good place to begin.Give the gift of freedom from owning one’s own likes and dislikes. (wk) And put them in the hand of some one who cares. Really cares. His will for you is beyond believe able. Because he believes in you.It is ok to find the good in all ...
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