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  I thought it might be interesting to let you in behind the scenes of what my world looks like when I’m writing. I unexpectedly had an hour of quiet while the children were napping while at the in-laws so I ran up the stairs powered up google drive and opened a new document. I…

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It is well known, if you’ve been following this space for awhile now, that I go through phases of blogging. Either I’m “all in” or I’m “all out”. But the funny this is, that when I’m all out I can’t stop thinking about it or dreaming up new posts, or wishing I had the determination…

When I first started blogging it was more like an online journal entry filled with quick little snippets of my thoughts from that day, or even events and outings. There was nothing significant except for the outrageous spelling mistakes and horrendous grammatical errors. But I wrote for me and me alone. It was the perfect…

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  • JennyDecember 10, 2014 - 3:09 AM

    Thank you so much for this post Lesley. I love your ability to adapt your love for literature and styles of writing to your own writing. Great post!ReplyCancel

    • LesleyDecember 12, 2014 - 10:01 AM

      You are welcome Jenny!ReplyCancel

  • ScarlettDecember 11, 2014 - 3:32 PM

    This is a great reminder of remember to really look at others writing and keep practicing to refine your own style!ReplyCancel

    • LesleyDecember 12, 2014 - 10:01 AM

      Writing and refining is a never ending process for sure!ReplyCancel

  • Natalia ChouklinaDecember 12, 2014 - 2:47 PM

    I love this article so much Lesley. When I transitioned from hobby writing to professional writing, it took me a long time to find my voice. I felt like I had to write a certain way and ‘be professional’. These days I really don’t care anymore, I write about what I want and it feels amazing! Great jobReplyCancel

I’m scared, terrified. Nervous that I’m going to go after something and I’ll fail. That maybe I’ll pick the wrong activity to pursue and I’ll end up wasting my time. This seems to be the story of my life: always too fearful that I’ll fail, before I even start, that I don’t even bother going…

Yesterday afternoon I was tucked into a theater that wasn’t anything like I experienced in Europe, but that was the point. To enjoy all that Vancouver has to offer and just enjoy, not compare. So as I sat in my red velvet chair watching the orchestra swaying back and forth to the music they played…