life of a georgia Artist

  With the holidays barrelling down at us, we are starting to feel the stress of what all the seasons curtail.  We are frantically trying to find gifts for loved ones with a supply chain that is lacking all the things we feel we need, but do we? Maybe this is a gift we have been given. Perhaps this season we can focus on family, food, and spending time together. It is the season for sharing good times with family. Perhaps this is the year you buy books for all your family from a local book store. Maybe it's where you all cook together and share a special meal with the entire family at the table.  Think outside the box and come up with family scavenger hunts, hiking trails and see who can identify the most trees, who can find deer prints in the trail. I know I am guilty of wanting to buy buy buy at this time of year, but this year, after almost two years of this chaos known as covid, I've gotten smaller and smaller when it comes to presents. I want this year to give gifts that a

  So I am reading a book about leaving your day job to follow your passion. Jon Acuff's book quitter has opened my eyes to a lot of things about writing. I love my day job so was not ready to leave it to write, but Jon pointed out a few things that I did not have in place to leave a full-time job anyways. I knew I could not quit and write my heart out and pay my bills. I knew I wouldn't have insurance, money to pay the house, all of those things I love, you know like food. His book is titled Quitter and after reading three of his books, I have to say this one is my favorite.  Writing my heart out is a good hustle. Getting paid here or there for an article published is great, but it can cause my head to think, well then I do not need my day job and I would be wrong in saying so. I continue to write. I'm trying to republish my witch book. I submit to online and offline magazines, and I keep hustling, WHILE I stay at my day job. Jon mentioned that he was told numerous times to

  I went out to the woods today. Warner Robins, Ga is so darn slow to get fall and I needed to chase the colors. I drove north and only had to go about an hour before the orange and yellows and the warm autumn light was found. I grew up in NJ and we have a glorious fall there. Every fall there is a hot air balloon race, festivals around apples, acorns, and chestnuts. There are barns open with vendors selling their wares. Apple dunking with the kids wrapped in large black trash bags so they stay dry, and music playing in the background from a hired harpist.  In Georgia, the season comes and it is not heralded in with trumpets like in NJ, but it blows in like a soft whisper and gently sits itself down for an all to brief stay. It comes in and out without a trumpet being blown at all. Not even a harmonica. Having grown up with all four seasons I know that each one is to be treasured and enjoyed. Now living in Ga I see a colored leaf, red, gold, yellow, and I literally run into the woods s