14. Do Not Hand Over the Mic | 31 Days

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I was listening to a couple of writer interviews yesterday and both of them talked about how they deal with trolls and people who speak negatively and inappropriately in their lives and about their work. One of them said something really interesting–do not hand over the mic.

Handing someone a microphone is not just letting someone talk to you. It’s also allowing their words have an effect on you. It’s considering what they have to say and giving them space in your mind. 

There are people in our lives who think that they have something to say about us and the way we live our lives. I’m not talking about true friends and mentors who love and understand us and really want what’s best for us. I’m talking about those who act like they know you but have never taken the time to be a friend and then speak to you like they’re entitled to an opinion. I’m talking about the people who just want to argue for the sake of arguing and really have no interest in your opinion. I’m talking about the people who just want to hear themselves talk. 

Do not hand those people the mic. Do not give just anyone room to plant their ideas and opinions in their head. That doesn’t mean you should be rude, but when the negativity and snark and, well, stupid remarks start coming, step away and don’t let yourself internalize any of it.

In such a noisy world, with so many people and things vying for our attention on a daily basis, we don’t have time or space for words that don’t uplift, encourage, challenge, or motivate. Surround yourself with people who are truly interested in real conversation and relationship. Life is just too short for anything less.

It’s your mic. Do not hand it over to just anyone.  

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8. My Writer’s Heart | 31 Days

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I love pencils. Brand new #2 pencils. Ticonderoga are my brand of choice.

I love fine tip pens. I have a hard time with ballpoint. Pilot G-2 07s are my staple. 

I love books. Stacks of books. Stacks and stacks. They follow me everywhere.

I love new notebooks. Spiral bound are comfortable, old friends but legal pads and stenos have quickly found there place in my writer’s heart. 

I love autumn. It’s my favorite season and one of the biggest things I miss about my Chicago childhood. Texas season just aren’t the same. 

I love peppermint tea. And ginger tea. Oh yeah, ginger tea!! And I love hot cocoa. With sweet cream.

I love the way handwriting looks on paper. There’s something about long hand writing that has such beauty. Perfect type on a screen doesn’t convey the same unspoken feeling as an individual’s personal handwriting. Emails and texting have earned their place but I wish letter writing was still a thing. 

Did I mention I love books? I love how they look lined up on my shelves.

I love libraries, and office supply stores. I love quiet coffee shops and bookstores humming with people perusing shelves and flipping through periodicals. 

I love words. Written and spoken. The way a painter must paint and a scientist must experiment, I must write. It’s an interesting pull. It’s insatiable. It’s natural. It’s lovely.


I think anticipating NaNoWriMo is making me extra reflective and introspective and a bit nostalgic for years gone by. But I dug this old piece out 3 years ago. It’s not very good but it’s still true.

I Write In the Morning

I write in the morning when the sun peeks through the trees.

When the air is brand new and the world revived.

When my words are fresh, when my slate it clean.

I write in the morning.

I write when there’s a song in my heart.

When His Word is foremost in my thoughts.

When birds sing.

When wind blows.

When all is peaceful.

When all is well.

I write.

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