What Hostility Should be Allowable?
I can answer that question with one word. NONE. Sometimes it just isn’t worth it to get out of bed in the morning, especially when intuition screams at you to stay put. Unfortunately, there is little most of us can do about it. We have to eat and pay bills and in order to do that, we have to be paid, and you can only be paid by going to work. Sometimes, being empathic makes life Hell. Today was one of those days…
I really enjoy going into work early in the morning. I get so much accomplished, returning emails, preparing for return calls so that they go smoothly and efficiently, preparing mail that has to go out, since the mail person has come and gone before noon. It also gives me the chance to do my work in peace and quiet. Perhaps you know how much work you can get done when there are no interruptions to hinder it. Today began like that, but something just felt off when I saw the overnight delivery from FedEx on my desk. I opened it and knew that if the boss came in, there would be Hell to pay…
I set the offensive missive aside and just dug into my tasks. The boss called and said he wanted me to bundle the mail and put it in the mailbox. That typically means he will not be coming upstairs. Unfortunately, that offensive piece of mail was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. He has always used offensive language, the F bomb, more than most, but today was 100% worse than usual. I don’t know why he has to rant and rave in my office space. He should have gone into his own office. As much as I try to ignore it, I’m an empath and the pure violence from the tone used with such obscenity is enough to make me physically ill. He even acted like he was going to tear the door from the frame. By the time it was over, I just wanted to come home…
I know that this is viewed by the law as abuse in the work place. If I could have left and never went back, I would have. No one should have to put up with that, at work, at home or anywhere else. Hostility is never a good thing.
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
A Scary Place
I’ve always invited people to “Meet my Imagination.” It truly is an awesome trip to undertake. In fact, it is so vast that I could never write all the stories stored there in my lifetime. Well, come to think of it, for several lifetimes. I’ve always found it to be a safe haven when my emotions are in an uncomfortable place and I need to withdraw and think. All I have to do is close my eyes and I am off on yet another daring and suspenseful adventure. It truly does not take much and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just never thought of it as a scary place…
The best way I can sum up where all my ideas hatch is this: It is like standing in a warehouse on a lot bigger than any Southern Plantation and it is pristine. In this humongous room are rows and rows of filing cabinets, each with at least 20 drawers a piece. These file cabinets go on and on much further than the eye can see or knowledge behold. In each one of these drawers there is at least one story idea and, as has been the case over the past several years, a series containing at least three books and/or as many as six or seven. Due to the number of books I have already finished, but just need to edit and polish for possible publication, I have placed locks on each of these millions of drawers until I get caught up, which could be never…
Just the other day, I was mulling the ending to a short story I have been working on when out pops a drawer with three books to its series. The Angel Trilogy. I suspect it is to be an inspirational series for young adults with a minor bit of romance. (Or not.) I brought this up to my mom and she said that for characters to be desperate enough to pick the locks on their drawers, that I might not be able to maintain control, making the warehouse in my brain sound like a scary place to be. I never thought of it that way. However, when I take the time to ponder the possibilities and what many of my characters could have as certain magical or simply skilled violence, it does cast a shadow over this pristine storage facility.
As of now, there is no great emergency. I have convinced this new trio to stay where it is and continue to develop what they are about until such time as I can say, “yes,” let’s go for it. It matters not what goes on in my head and heart, scary or scintillating, I will always invite people to “Meet My Imagination.” So, I dare you, visit the warehouse. Just be cautious what you might find…
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds. This is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! - Lisa Hannah Wells
Okay, I’m having one of my ‘weird’ episodes. Therefore, bear with me. I really wanted to be a mother, but it was not to be. Sometimes, I have a little pity party when I look back at the very crooked line that measures the pathway of my past. Sometimes, I just want a strawberry Daiquiri or two and then go straight to bed. The latest of these episodes is the need to make my Creative fashions for close friends just to clean out the extra fabric bin. Not to mention… Sewing is very relaxing…
This latest in my endeavors to straighten up by reduction, is making wear-able outfits from the extra fabric that is just taking up space. The first person I did this for, I made an entire ensemble completely ready for any fascinating day at a Renn Faire. No measurements, no fittings. When I had completed it, I surprised my friend and helped her into the three garment outfit, laying on heavy with the Lady’s Maid/ accent and all. She was delighted and so was I. See, I don’t sew with patterns. It is whatever I see in my head. I truly thought that would be it. It was only the beginning…
I was trying to straighten up more stuff and ended up going through more than I should have. This time I had taken measurements for my intended “victim.” She had remarked over some of the fabric I had made a work outfit from and it just so happened that I had enough to make her something. I ended up surprising her with that and then made another one today and helped her into it in a brief “hit and dress,” attack. She felt like ‘Raggedy Anne.’ She was thrilled, or appeared to be and I hurried off to enjoy dinner with my husband. Sometimes I wonder how he stays with me when I get on a roll like this. It had better not last or I shall alienate every new friend I have made…
I have no idea where this came from. Out of the blue, certainly and most definitely from my over-active imagination. Perhaps, it is from the lack of being able to nurture my own kids. I truly can’t blame anyone for this one. Odd just happens to be a major part of my life as a writer… Just wait til you hear the latest in that development…
And that is my – LIFE ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
Post Root Canals; Still in Dental Hell
For those of you who have gripped the arms of your chairs, grimaced, or had to resort to strong drink each time you experienced my total and complete humiliation, pain and misery in this category, I have news for you. It ain’t over yet…
…I have since left the dentist who was “root canal happy,” and finally see a dentist who genuinely understands the Hell I have been through at the hands of two previous dentists. She has, also tried to fix the problems I still encounter as a result of poor after care from those miserable root canals. So far, everyone has argued for keeping my teeth. Their argument against dentures is that they don’t stay in your mouth. They are held to the gums with a substance about as reliable as flour and water paste. I might agree, but so far, few of my crowns have stayed put either. Those are very expensive and are false teeth, too. They don’t stay put any better than the dentures so well argued against…
…Case in point: Today, I was having lunch, “tuna and crackers,” and low and behold, up pops another crown and this one has been cemented down, not once, not twice, but three times. I give up! Next time I see my new dentist ( who does believe in putting me out while she does the work ), I will ask her to go ahead and pull what remains of my teeth out of my mouth. We have already talked about this in detail and I told her if they, “crowns,” came up again, I didn’t want to keep what obviously was a poor surface to have an expensive crown stay mired to.
I should have remained true to myself and had them all removed (One big expense up front, fewer problems and less costly) in the long run. As it is, I eat mostly soft foods and still, the crowns refuse to stay in place. What ever did I do in life to have this trouble with my teeth? Probably going to the dentist in the first place… Stay tuned, or should I say “riveted” for the next installment in this ongoing nightmare.
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
No Shame in Being Different!
When I was growing up, the outer image one projected, was considered who, or ‘what’ you were. Today many things have changed and not always in a good way. This also extends to your profession in life, hobbies, which movies you like or don’t like and, well, just about everything. Most people like to drift along in the sea of fads that come and go only to be seen once more as the wheel of time circles full again. What I have discovered most troubling is that, according to your personal tastes and interests, whether you are different or just have an unusual hobby, you are given a label, and it may or may not be nice…
I have many things I like to do that are just an extension of my creative nature. The first and what is my heart and soul is the writing. Many times it gets me in trouble. Particularly with other members of my family, whether it was meant for them or not. The second, is my sewing. I cannot sew with a pattern. For some reason my brain is not a good translator for a picture on a page. Everything I make is something I created straight from my Imagination. I lay out the material, judge for seam allowances and make what I see in my head. I have to say that 98% of it comes out beautifully. And, yes, I do wear it.
I also have the talent of jewelry making and am improving on this new talent every piece I make. This hobby I do because it keeps the dexterity in my hands and fingers and I hope to have this for a long time to come. Not to mention it is nice to be able to accessorize my unusual clothing items without spending a fortune to do so. Most of the items I create, I wear to work or out when I go for a date with my husband. No, he is not ashamed to be seen with me in one of my creations. To be perfectly honest, they look better on me than anything I could buy myself in the stores. By the way, I do have normal street clothes, too. I haven’t completely switched to eccentric. YET! Hopefully, not too far from being able to.
There are people who would look upon my difference and frown, label me with some outlandish name and perhaps, snicker behind my back. I do not feel weird. I feel proud. This is what I am most comfortable in and if someone doesn’t like it, Tough! I wear what I make and I feel like I’m on top of the world in most of my creations. Each one transforms me into the princess of the day. Most like to see my “fashion walk,” when I travel down the hallways to the front of the building to collect the mail for the office. They think I’m a breath of fresh air.
Often, I am better dressed than anyone in the entire complex. Nope, there’s no shame in being different. Embrace who you are. I do.
And… That is my LIFE ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
There are roles in life to which, either by fate or by our own design, we have very little choice over. Some take longer to realize as a dead-end, some you just get beat up over. When you consider an average lifespan and take into account your own advancing years as they inch along an illusory track that has been greased for maximum effect by worry and countless sleepless nights, the thing or event you have clung to like a lifeline becomes painfully clear as being all a sham. Instead, you end up treading water as the shoreline grows distant and night falls…
It matters not the role or the situation, there just seem to be too many to remember and certainly this blog could not list them all in the space of a normal writing. There is, for instance, the loyal employee who has been offered many positions along the way with increased pay and vacation time, but who has stayed with his regular job and gets canned merely months before he could begin being compensated by retirement. No job, no insurance, and no more life. It’s not fair to take advantage of someone who has given you more than 100% and actually been the backbone of the company. Is anyone truly aware of what they have done? Nope!
We’ve all had our parents tell us they hope we have kids that treat us just like we did them. What’s that supposed to mean? What if we’ve been the perfect parent, giving, understanding, there at and for every occasion whether or not we needed to be? Not so this generation. They believe it is all them! They should be handed everything on a silver platter with minimum time and or effort spent. Then, they scorn their parents for the very acts of love and concern they were given because it wasn’t enough. Is this the way it is meant to be? Nope!
What about the care takers? The doctor who used to have time to spend a 20 minute appointment with you in order to really listen to you, to find out what hurts and exactly where, then ask such questions as: “What has recently changed in your life that could be a contributing factor?” Only, they don’t do that anymore. They believe they know your body better than you do. Fifteen minutes are just enough time to charge for twice that. If the doctor writes you one or more prescriptions that promise to make you feel better, he gets a commission for those. As to making you feel better? Maybe for a short while, but he didn’t do you any favors by just giving you substances that only mask the symptoms. He’s just stringing you along and now that he has two to five medications your on, he just waits for you to die or get better. Either way, he collects. Is that fair? Nope!
Well, whether from one or all of the above scenarios, don’t you think you’ve beat your head up against the wall long enough? Say so and stop! What is fair is that you get YOUR life back and it is long past due to feel Great again!
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
By the way: Any situations mentioned above are with no person in mind. Should you see yourself in this post, you are just being vain and petty and arrogant. Get a life!
A Cry Not Heard; The Absent Parent
During this past year, I had to come to terms with the fact that my children are not the part of my life I always hoped for. I know there are many issues they deal with on a daily basis, i.e. their futures. When they go home for dinner and an evening with siblings, it is not my home but the one where their father and stepmother raised them. I hear very little from them and find I have only to search Facebook to get a small morsel of the decisions they have made, where they are now and sometimes a snippet of longed for dreams. So, you might ask, what’s the problem?…
… The problem is that I would love to be with them like that. However, they are not ready for any relationship with me and I had to let go. Being the absent parent, it is easy for them to put whatever memory of me and their stepdad from their minds during the bustle of the Holidays and whatever preparations for the events up and coming in their lives. Two of them have joined the military and the other is still in college and has a super job. I am so very proud of all three and carry this pride privately. I cry out that I may not ever have the relationship I desire with any of them. It is not in my hands any longer, but given into better ones. Those belonging to the Comforter.
This Holiday Season, I stayed the absent parent and said not a word, nor sent any to them. All I can say now and for the future, when they might want to get to know me, is simply this: “I love all three of you with all of my heart and wish for you all every happiness and dreams for a bright future.”
“Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God!” – Lisa Hannah Wells
COMMERCIALISM HAS GONE ONE STEP TOO FAR!
When I was a child, I was told that Santa Clause was the person or entity that delivered toys to the good little girls and boys around the world. In the next breath, we were threatened that bad behavior was met with a lump of coal in our stockings and no toys. As the years went by and we found that Santa wasn’t a real person, disappointment was apparent but quickly forgotten in the other activities given over to tradition. There was always baking to be done, rooms to be cleaned, decorations to put out and gifts to be wrapped. I’ll be the first one to admit to turning the other way as Christmas paraphernalia began to show up in stores earlier and earlier every year. I don’t like it at all. The need to grab that shrinking dollar has replaced this country’s values and the true meaning behind this wonderful holiday…
…This year, as I lament the first showing of Christmas decorations before Labor Day, I was caught off guard by this year’s disgusting commercials that so completely go so far as to destroy the once imaginative and precious part of our nation’s heritage, the believability of Santa Clause. That’s right. This year the stores are not only pushing the most asked for favorites by children everywhere, parents are on the kick of competition with Santa by getting their greedy little hands on these coveted items first, then smirking at what looks to be a traditional Santa and saying “Game on, Santa.” This type of commercialism is a public slap in the face. Not only that, but it makes me nauseous that small children, those who still believe in Santa anyway, may actually view this poorly done exhibit. Their argument might be that children should not be told these outrageous lies. My argument in reply would be to say it is the death of a child’s trusted imagination.
It is exactly this display of poor advertising judgement that racial tensions attempted to stand up to. I am sad to see that the fight is over. Personally, I say we need to put the Christ back in Christmas and celebrate with a giving and humble spirit just as God intended for us to. This and only this is the true reason for this special season and, as far as I’m concerned, commercialism has no right to be there. If you feel the same, be the first to “Like” and re-post this to your page.
Merry Christmas!!
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
I hope each and every one of you out there has, if only brief, experienced what real, heart-stopping, blood pumping, flaming cheeks, “quick someone pinch me,” kind of love. If not yet, I hope you find that once in a lifetime person; the missing puzzle to completing your life’s picture and the partner who is just as devoted and excited about making your dreams come true as you are…
Oh, go ahead and call me a hopeless romantic. But I do know of what I utter with lifemate #3. Did I just get lucky, or is there really a master plan for each of us born to this life? I happen to believe in the latter. Previous relationships, while dedicated at the time, just didn’t last and I sort of figured I was never going to experience the kind of love my characters do. The third time was the charm this time around and I do not intend to go another round. Then again, as a romance writer, it wouldn’t seem very realistic if I never experienced what true romance really is…
Sure, anyone can spout poetry, even good acting can make you believe it is the real deal. There is just one major downside to this kind of romance and that is simply that it isn’t real. Take the term,’hopeless romantic.’ It infers that one only dreams of love but never expects it could happen for them. Real love is for movies, television shows and books. It doesn’t really exist. I beg to differ. Why? Just take a look at the statistics referring to the number of lonely women out there that spend their rainy day money on a book just for the chance to experience what they want so desperately. That book is just like a drug to a user needing a fix…
However, in order to write the perfect romantic story that will have your readers smiling through their tears, it has to be believable. Yes, the characters are a little larger than life. Yes, they often go up against impossible odds and Yes again that they never give up to being with that special someone, that true soul mate that all of us wants to find just around the corner. The answer to our dreams, the one person made just for us that will take the horrible out of that unbearable day at the office by greeting us with a smile and open arms that wrap around us as much out of love as out of protection, warmth and to give us that primitive need to belong to someone who loves us back…
I don’t know, perhaps I am a bit of the hopeless romantic, but I have found that one true loving relationship that every romance writer writes about so convincingly. Could it be that it really exists, after all? Just read between the lines. This message may be for you!
If that’s the case, I don’t ever want to get off my… LIFE ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
The Strangest Side Effects I Ever Heard Of…
Any of you who regularly follow my writings, know that healing is but one of the tasks me and the man upstairs are partnered for. Unlike my many other gifts, this one is both inherited and definitely the most difficult. Of course, all gifts we are granted no matter how small and insignificant or grandiose, they are handed out sparingly and meant to be used in such a way that benefits those with whom we come in contact…
For a short while, I was fulfilling the need of these unusual services and, as always grateful to Him to see those I was helping get off my table after a healing treatment and see them smile even tear up due to it being the first time in a long while they were pain free, or, at the very least, feeling much better than any medication their doctor had prescribed…
Then, there are the side effects. I’m used to hearing about, even reading about the terrifying side effects of many of the medications out today. But, then I guess everything has to effect us in some way we least expect. The side effects of the healing began as a very unusual, yet high volume of gas with no way to hide it. When it was ready, it just announced itself to whomever was around to hear it, with embarrassing me, the healer quite well, my face growing redder by each episode. I wasn’t the only one to experience this strange effect. My clients appeared to have these episodes shortly after their treatments, too…
Lately, I have been privileged to help more people than ever before and the side effects for me turned from something humorous, if embarassing, to a little disconcerting and worrisome. I began to have nosebleeds. I’m not talking about a little dry nose ‘bleed,’ but one in which clots were present and it lasting 2o to 30 minutes before stopping. I have enough blood leaving my body, most of it undetected, which has caused me to be anemic and have to take Iron Supplements. Whether this is a lasting condition, or just a signal from my “Partner,” to slow down, it is something that I truly don’t wish to keep enduring.
We all have strange occurences in our lives and the above is just a few of mine. I won’t make you read all the odd things in my life, but feel I must leave you with this one: I sneeze when I have eaten too much, and this side effect is known, if rare.
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
