Hey Peeps,

For some reason, at 1;21 am today, I have a deep urge to say something profound. 
Will you listen?
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To all of you out there that have not taken the leap at writing. Everyone has a story to tell. 
At least one, amazing, no-other-like it, story. Will you tell yours? 

Growing up in a large household, I often heard from my dad, “when in doubt, don’t.” 
I'm not sure where he picked up this little quote, but it has stuck with me FOR EVERYTHING. 
Shopping. 
Dating.
Trips.
For everything thing in my life, if I doubted it, I would pass. 
My mom taught me to take life in the fast lane. That there wasn't any room for doubt. 
Can you see what I had to deal with growing up? They were awesomely confusing. 

My point is... I never doubted writing. 
It never once crossed my mind. It was as if the world was at my fingertips but I was in control.
Safe and deadly all at once.
Well, only deadly if you were an evil character in my book and needed to be thrown off a cliff.
It was the best of both worlds my parents taught me to live by.
Doubt had no place in my creations, so I jumped in head first and became the master. 
No one ever told me about… “The Muse.” (She's crazy!)
Or about the scary, evil, plot blocker. (He needs an attitude check.) *Glares over at him.* "Yeah, I'm talkin' about you."
And I was clueless when I got to the end of my first book that it would be awesome, but also sad. 
Writing is a passion with no room for doubt, just limitless imagination. 
So, if you have a story to tell, don't wait. Write. Don’t regret it, but do it. 
The first step is the first word. The next step is getting your story finished. 
Little by little, day by day. 
Write it on a computer. 
On your phone.
Hell, on a napkin. 
Just... start. 

Nikki Bolvair 

Hello Peeps,
If you noticed the title of my post, give a mental "Hello" wave to Chris! (             Waves                    )  Awesome! You know whats great about metal "Hello" waves? *whispers* no one really knows if you did it or not!  
I see those heads nodding (BTW: Nodding means YES or in agreement. Shaking your head means NO, not in agreement) < Sometimes we all need that little reminder. 
Like my seven year old when she punched a boy at school today. Nodding. Oh yes, she did. 
But.... long story short (as much as I can) The boy called another girl a name AND my little one CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL and hit him in his arm. 
One: Fist pump!!! 
Two: Yeah, that's not cool. 
Three: We made cookies when she got home. (You didn't get the whole story, but cookies were needed) 
So, in a nutshell, today was crazy. 

New subject! 
Just to be clear, I posted BEFORE my anniversary of my last post. *Waves* Hi Chris! Betcha you're glad I posted now, huh? 

Night! 

Nikki

Hello Peeps!
I have finally figured out how to do a newsletter!! *Gasp* < I know, right? If any of you want to sign up, just follow the contact link in the top navigation bar and it should be there... along with a million other ways to find me. I'm all over the place! 

Tonight, on his way home, my hubby asked me if I wanted hot chocolate. (Who says no to that?) 
And of course I said yes.
He asked, "what size?"
My reply, "The biggest they got."
He was silent for a moment then responded. "Is that how you chose me?"  
*Smack my head* I needed to think this through, because it's not all about the package, (Unless it was hot chocolate) So I responded, "I love you for your mind, not your.. um package, that was just a bonus." < See? I can totally work this in my favor. 
His response: "Dido."
Now I paused. "Wait, your not attracted to me?"
He laughed. "I'm just sayin' what you're sayin', sweetheart. Of course I'm attracted. Wait, were you saying you're not attracted to me?"
Damn. Things just got complicated. That was SO not what I meant. I was teasing. 
I bunched up my big girl thong and replied honestly, "You are my stud-muffin, and I am one-hundred percent attracted. Now, can I get a large hot chocolate?"
He replied, "You and your hot chocolate."
And I was saved. All was right in the world. 

The point of this long drawn out message with a glimpse into my life is: this is where inspiration comes from. That, and my twisted mind. Welcome to my nonsense. 

Happy Holidays and I hope you all get hot chocolate! Unless you're allergic, then I take it back. 

Night!

Nikki

Hi Peeps!

So, I didn't get much done today. Well, writing that is. I did do the laundry I had neglected for weeks, cleaned my children's bedroom, and had some inspiration.

The thing about inspiration, it always comes at a moments notice and almost always rudely departs just as quickly.

I've had inspiration moments where my phone wasn't on me (I've learn that my phone should never leave my side), another time where all my pens and pencils have somehow found other homes (I swear, I'm not that abusive to my writing utensils. They can just get a little dramatic.), and lastly the dreaded no paper.

During these times, I have resorted to using napkins and crayons, whiteout and my child's artwork (shhh, don't tell), yelling my inspiration at another person to remember WITH me. (Very important. Two minds are better than my finicky one), and lastly, writing my inspiration in my shower steam on my shower glass wall.   

Yes, I have done all of these, and possibly more than that, but I shall not name them.
At least I HAVEN'T ripped out the sole of my shoe in lulu of paper! See? Not completely crazy. *Wink*

So my Peeps, I had inspiration today. I will not tell you what it is, but I will tell you, it's gonna be good. 

Night!
          Nikki
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