C.L. WELLS

Posts Tagged: fate

Hi, everyone! I hope you’re all enjoying this blog series as much as I am. When I put the request out there for the interviews, I had no idea how fascinating these folks would be. Initially, I just wanted to shed some light on local talent. Being a new author, I know how difficult it is to break into the market. You can work your tail off and barely scratch the surface. It’s a never-ending challenge. You have to toot your own horn so much that your cheeks end up with a permanent blush from the countless times you’ve embarrassed yourself. So, I figured I could toot a few horns for others and have been blessed in the process. *********************** Today, I welcome Ronda Miller, author of MoonStain, a collection of poetry. Ronda! Welcome and thank you for being willing. R: Thank you!  So you grew up in Kansas, is that right? R: I … click here to read the full article.

Let me tell you all something… You don’t want to miss this! Welcome! I’m excited to share my interview with Valerie Andrews with you! Valerie visited my author page one day and commented on one of my posts. She’d stated she remembered an individual from her stay at the Topeka Rescue Mission here in my hometown. For those of you who haven’t read my book, this shelter, which we refer to as TRM, has a huge presence in my book’s storyline. I was immediately interested in Valerie’s story and when she said she’d allow me to interview her, I knew it would be a fantastic story. Almost immediately, I realized her story goes so much deeper than I’d ever expected. But I’ll let you read it for yourself. So, without further ado, here it is. Valerie, thanks again to saying yes. I appreciate your willingness to talk with me about … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Robin Helm Never say never. Nearly eight years ago, after seventeen years at that particular Christian school, I lost my teaching job. I had been teaching for twenty-seven years. It was as if I had lost my identity – comparable to dealing with the death of a loved one. I mourned for two years. I promised myself I’d never teach in school again. However, I couldn’t just crawl into a hole and shut myself away. We needed my income, so I had to find a job. During my college years as a music major, I taught piano lessons and played for voice lessons to make extra money. I was young and impatient, so teaching piano wasn’t much fun. I told myself that I wasn’t cut out to be a piano teacher. The first full-time job I had after I finished college was as a bank teller. … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Earl Chinnici Cathy and I had known each other approximately seven years, yet never met in person. Now this was the week of her birthday and since I had little money, I decided to give my dear friend a glimpse into “my world” through the lens of a built-in camera on a miniature laptop computer. I was clueless at the time, but my world was about to drastically change. I phoned Cathy mid-morning and wished her a happy birthday. She seemed genuinely delighted as I told her of my intended gift and shared the information that she’d need to connect. When she started receiving the first images from the camera, her voice echoed her excitement even more. I gave her a tour of my home and yard. We were having so much fun. In fact, we enjoyed nearly an hour together before our schedules demanded that … click here to read the full article.

Just Listen

You’ve heard the old cliche ~ Bad News Travels Fast. Well, it’s never been truer than it is today. Are there some benefits to this? Of course! If a child is abducted, their photo will be spread across the country in a matter of minutes. If a natural disaster occurs, the entire world is notified and immediate action is taken. But there’s a price for these benefits, and the price has many names. Some of those names are Fear, Worry, Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Obsession, and Stress. Obviously, these oppressors have been around a whole lot longer than the Internet, television, or even radio for that matter. Folks have been afflicted with such things since the beginning of time! Why else would there be such beautiful scripture, poetry, and advice written to aid us through such difficulties? But now, we are inundated with bad news all day long. If we so much … click here to read the full article.

Welcome back, everyone. This is the sixth interview in the Self Harm Series and I really appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read the personal stories of current and previous self-harmers. I know these blogs aren’t the easiest to read; but, often it’s the hardest things that count the most. Today my interviewee is a young lady who is the granddaughter of a good friend. I’d asked my friend to read my book prior to publication for feedback and I had no idea her granddaughter self-harmed. It was quite a surprise, but it was my first opportunity to see how my book could really help someone else. Meet my friend’s granddaughter, Isabella. She and I emailed back and forth quite a bit. There are very few things that aren’t included, hence a longer interview than normal. I just thought that by providing everything that it may give you … click here to read the full article.

Hi, everyone. Welcome to the third instalment of the Self Harm Blog Series. Thank you so very much for joining us in this journey about a topic that can be difficult to read about and discuss. While there are similarities amongst self-harm victims, each case is completely unique, just as no two snowflakes are alike. With that said, meet Sami.  CL: Sami, Thanks so much for allowing me to interview you. Could you start off by identifying the way(s) in which you self-harmed? Sami: When I was twelve or thirteen I would cut up my arms, normally with a razor blade. I also have a few burn marks on my arm from a lighter and cigarette. It got less frequent as I got older, but I struggled with cutting and depression until I was around nineteen. What do you feel caused your behavior? I was so tormented. I felt hopeless … click here to read the full article.

~ by Bob Marley or Bob Dylan? Not sure. A meme with this quote was in my newsfeed on Facebook the other day. It made me stop scrolling, I thought about it for a minute. It was nice… but also poignant. It made me wonder what I may have missed so far. I scrolled on. Today, when I finally pulled myself out of bed, I decided I’d better run a few errands and get some things for the house. Then I’d return home to get my day going. Last night was the fourth of July so I slept in later than usual, which was lovely. My holiday was spent at my cousin’s house who lives out in the country. I had fun with my peeps and then got some much-needed rest. The first store I stopped at was Dollar Tree. While I was waiting in line behind a mom and her … click here to read the full article.

Get it? Jack of all trades… Oh well. I met Earl in a Facebook author group named Clean Indie Reads. If you’ve been following me at all, you’ve heard me mention them quite a few times. If you’ve read my book, you would have seen my mention of them in the acknowledgements. Earl is a man of many talents. His journey of giving up cigarettes led him to publish a book detailing the steps he took to kick the habit. It’s an interesting read with humorous tidbits thrown in. You can take many of the things he says and apply them to your own journey. If you follow Earl on Twitter, you might be the lucky recipient of one of his many beautiful landscape or flower photos. However, I have been the lucky recipient of some serious web building skills. I used to have another website that a friend help set … click here to read the full article.

Storytime! While I was still writing my book, I began preparing for the future. I set up Twitter and started collecting followers. I watched a bazillion youtube videos and read a million blogs. Do this! Don’t do that! If you don’t have a college degree, you can’t be a writer! Don’t overuse this word or THAT word! Have a support network! Ding, ding, ding! Yes, a support network is needed. In the midst of the preparations, I began joining facebook author/writers groups. Do you know how many of those there are? A LOT. One particular group stood out above the rest and it’s still the only one I spend any quantifiable time in. I really hope I used that word correctly. After a few bad experiences with other editors, and then wading through a mass of ego-strokers who read my first five thousand words, told me how wonderful it was, and then … click here to read the full article.

Scroll To Top