Why Chasing My Dream is Possible

I grew up in a military town.  Later, I was married to it for four years. I have seen how hard it is on families of those who have to leave for extended periods of time . . . sometimes without a guarantee that their loved one will even come home.

These men and women give their lives so that we have the option of chasing our dreams.  My dream is writing and I know that if I lived in a different country, I may not have the freedom to do what I love doing so much . . . at least not publicly pursuing it.

Today I’d like to take the opportunity to remember. 

Prisoner of War. Missing in Action. Killed in Action, Body Not Recovered.

Those are the categories assigned to those who never made it home from war, but they are so much more than just a status, more than just names carved in black granite on a wall in Washington. They are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, and friends.

And they all have their own stories to tell. 

In honor of those untold stories, I am holding a contest.  I’ll be giving away a $10 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card (winner’s choice) and an ARC of my upcoming novel Lullaby when it’s available.

Also for every new follower the blog (join to the right) and my Twitter account receives from this post and every new “Like” on on my Facebook Author page, I’ll donate $0.50 to the POW Network. So by all means, share this post, the more sharing, the higher the donation.

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Feel free to leave comments about your favorite service members, past and present, what dreams you have that are possible because of these men and women.  (Comments aren’t limited to these topics of course . . . feel free to comment however you like)

Then check out the other blogs remembering our POWs and MIAs the next few days.

Talk is cheap...Results are priceless

The other night I was in bed, oddly remembering a scene from my past life. No, not like a different lifetime ago...don’t wig out, from a few years back. YES...that was a different life, I assure you!  

Anyway...back to the scene. I was TRYING to go to sleep and the past life husband was there with his handy dandy notebook (yup, I just made a Blue’s Clues reference) brainstorming…LOUDLY… about a blog he wanted to start for the money pit, I mean race team he and his brother had. So, there I was…half asleep, spouting off half-witted blog titles for him, trying to ignore the ones he was bringing to the table when out spouted something so profound that I actually woke myself from my uncommitted slumber. Don’t ask why I was remembering this...who knows why we think some of the things we think??? The mind is a strange creature. 

Now...for those perceptive few of you reading this (which would be approximately all of you since there are most likely only a FEW) you may have figured out my sleep induced epiphany by now. Yep…it’s the title of today’s blog.

Talk is cheap…results are priceless.

I need to truly take my own advice on this one and stop running my mouth and get serious about my, thus far, half a** efforts to make my dreams a reality.  This is supposed to be a commitment to myself. I don’t know why I continue to sabotage my efforts or let those around me sabotage them unknowingly. I mean...I didn’t used to be such a slacker. 

So....it’s time to put my money (what little I have of it) where my mouth is. Talk is cheap. I need to start seeing some results....after all...I said so myself...they are PRICELESS!!!

Thoughts for the day:

Why doesn't onomatopoeia sound like what it is?

If the #2 pencil is so popular, why is it still #2?