I’ve come to expect this, and I know that if I push through, if I set aside even thirty minutes each day to write, that the resistance will fade. That’s what I’m working on right now. 

And I know from past experience that there are some signals to the resistance fading. One of the big ones happens when I go to bed. I’ll lay down, and my brain spins up on anything and everything, including the story I’m trying to write. Whether I want it to or not, it’ll rehash anything I’ve focused on recently. 

• It’ll repeatedly put German sentences together, even if I’m unsure of the accuracy. 
• It’ll repeat whatever book I’m reading. 
• The last scene I was working on will suddenly have a plot twist I didn’t write that day. 
• Details from the conversation I had with my sister or best friend will replay, usually focused on some inane bit like what I forgot to ask about. 
• New ideas for book marketing will grow. These usually seem amazing at the time and then less so the next morning when I try to recall them. 

All of this and more will spin through my head on repeat. I imagine it’s the synapsis in my brain rewiring for creativity and learning. They’re waking up because I’ve added fuel over the smoldering story and touched a match to it. 

This usually only lasts for a night or two and then it settles down. If I take advantage of it and push to keep writing regularly afterward, I notice a greater capacity to write, learn, and remember things. It’s a turning point that ignites a more focused and productive life. 

That sign hit me this week. It focused mostly on German but little snippets of scenes snuck in amidst the Fußballmannschaften and the Teppichboden. Somewhat annoying, but it’s overall a good sign! 

Blessings,

P.S. Last year I started HMIII, the third book in the Hidden Mythics Series, and kept the progressing word count on my Home Page. I’ve since had to entirely rework the story, so I’m going to restart that counter. Some days may jump drastically because I’ll be pulling in revised scenes from last year but if you’re looking for regular progress updates, that’ll be the place to look. 

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Which means I didn’t know exactly when his surgery started or how long it would take. I finally saw him after 11am in his groggy, coming-out-of-anesthesia state, but all was well. 

That doesn’t mean surgery day wasn’t interesting, it just means the hospital portion was fairly standard. Hurry up and wait. 

The adventure happened that night at dinner. I’ve already shared my husband’s surprise at his hospital food, but I wasn’t there for that. I was out in Munich trying to figure out where to eat by myself. I’m not a big fan of eating out alone, much less doing it in a foreign country. So, I decided to wander back to the familiar café we’d eaten at the night before. 

In Germany, you don’t wait for the staff to seat you at a restaurant. Unless there’s a reservation card blocking a table, you pick whichever table you want, and the waiter will find you shortly.

On this particular evening, I found a small open table outside facing the main thoroughfare for bikers and walkers. The waiter came by and, after hearing me speak both English and German, asked which language I’d prefer. Yay! This was super exciting! Most won’t ask and as soon as English is spoken, that’s all they’ll speak. I told him I’m learning German and he agreed to speak it very slowly with me. 

All right! Dinner was off to a good start.

Shortly after that, an older gentleman sat down at the table next to me facing the café. Mind you, the tables weren’t far enough apart for someone to walk between, which meant eye contact became unavoidable.

He muttered something to me in German and I asked, in German, for him to repeat it. He did so, but between his soft voice and the foreign language, I caught maybe five words out of three sentences. 

So, I apologized and said, “Mein Deutsch ist nicht so gut. Können Sie English?” My German isn’t very good. Can you speak English?

 To which he responded, “Hier, sprechen wir Deutsch!” This was very clear. Here, we speak German. 

Cool. Understood. “Ich verstehe.” I understand.

I thought that would be it. Nope.

My entire dinner and his entire glass of beer, he tried to make comments about people walking by. Each time I failed to understand, the frustration grew on his face. At one point he even did a, “Phht!” and waved a hand at me like he was giving up. But then tried again a moment later. 

He finished his beer before I left. After paying, he said goodbye—at least, I think that’s what he said—and wandered over to the tall planter of flowers on the far side of the walkway. Where he proceeded to pull the flowers apart and shove his head in the middle, giving them a good sniff. 

All said, the waiter was wonderful, the German gentleman a character, and my distaste for eating out by myself unchanged.

Blessings,

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One of the most challenging parts for us, however, happened to be the pre-op day. I thought about writing out a looooonnnnnng post with all the wonky German/English interactions, but that would be reeeaaallllly long! So instead, I’ve decided to break it down by time. The day before surgery, we reported to the SDS, or Same Day Surgery, check-in desk at 7:30am to register for the next day. Let’s start there. 

Pre-Op Extravaganza in a Nutshell!

7:30am – We arrived at the SDS desk which was tucked into this tiny office just off the main hallway. The woman there looked at my husband’s details and went, “Nope, this is foreign insurance, you’ll have to go to General Admission.” On a side note, at least she spoke English!

8am – At General Admission, we navigated the kiosk and received ticket number 25. They were currently helping number 7, so we sat down to wait. Of the 5 General Admission doors, we realized only two were in use. (I started the new book I brought at this time.)

9am – They called number 25 for door 2. We found another tiny office and a woman who knew absolutely no English. As we quickly found out, she also had no patience for a phone translator. We gave her my husband’s information, and she called someone for help. Although we don’t know much German, we did realize that she’d mistaken my husband’s middle name for his last name…and wouldn’t let us correct that detail.

Finally, we came to an understanding that we needed to go the Ortho office to get a cost estimate before she could check us in. 

All righty then, off to Ortho we went. 

9:30ish – We found the Ortho office we’d been to before only to be told that we were on the wrong floor. *Face palm*. We should have realized this. What Americans call the first floor, Germans call the ground floor. So, their first floor is up one flight of stairs.

The Ortho office gave us the required paperwork—fingers crossed—including a phone number for the foreign relations person who approved the surgery. 

10ish – Back at General Admission with number 75. They were on number 40. *Sigh*. We headed outside into the courtyard to wait. (Glad I brought a book!)

11:45ish – They called number 75 for door number 3. New lady who also didn’t speak English but, thank the Lord, asked someone to help. By the time we were checked-in, we had four people behind the desk, including the original lady oddly enough, and someone on the phone, to figure it all out. 

12pm – We headed back to Ortho to give them the paperwork. They then sent us off with a list of other offices to visit. 

12:15 – Next, Radiology for an MRI. Except, it’s now later in the day and the soonest appointment is 4pm. We could wait around, however, and hope they could fit us in.

Nope.

12:20 – Found the creepy basement to find the brace shop for crutches. Crutches in hand, we headed back to Radiology. (Glad I brought a book!)

3pm – They called my husband’s name and took him back only to tell him that it would be another hour before imaging, but they could give him instructions so he’d be prepared. 

3:15pm – A little worried about office closing times and that we might now get all the pre-op stuff done, we headed over to Anesthesia. I felt a bit like mice in a maze by this time! We checked-in and explained we needed to be back in Radiology in 45 minutes. They told us that wasn’t a problem. (More book time!)

45 minutes later, we hadn’t been seen yet, so we explained again at the desk to which she asked if it would only be 20 minutes or so for imaging. If you’ve ever done an MRI before, you know that’s unlikely. 

Anyway…

4pm – We were back at Radiology and they finally called him for imaging. (More book time for me .)

4:45 – Done and headed back to Anesthesia. We checked-in again at the desk and not long later they called back. Went over all the Anesthesia details and off to Ortho we headed again. 

5ish – Back at Ortho, we went over some papers to sign with a lady who didn’t speak English but was veerrryyy good at pantomiming and slowing her German down so that we understood. Papers signed, she sent us down the hall for the inpatient check-in. This was where we signed up for the food details that I talked about in the last post. 

5:30 – Done with all the paperwork, we still needed to see the surgeon after he reviewed the new imaging. So, we waited… (Yay book! Except I finished it before the surgeon arrived .)

5:50ish – Surgeon arrived and spoke with us for about 10 minutes. We were finally done and ready for the surgery at 6:45am the next morning. 

Just to clarify, no, we didn’t leave to find lunch, and yes, pre-op check-in took us over 10 hours. On the email my husband received beforehand, it said to expect four. I’m pretty sure the foreign insurance and the language barrier were what caused our crazy long day. 

Anyway, this post still turned out long but if you ever need surgery in a foreign country, maybe it’ll prepare you for the adventure that is pre-op. Bring snacks and a book. You’ll need them!

Blessings,

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On Monday, we visited the clinic for the pre-op appointment. I’ll go more into detail about the entire day in the next post – it’ll definitely be a longer post – but since this week has already been long, I’ll only focus on one small detail for today. 

Here in Germany, they like to keep surgery patients overnight, so we found ourselves in the office that handles inpatient details, setting everything up. They asked my husband if he had any foods he can’t or won’t eat. He responded, “I’ll eat just about anything.” 

Now, I’m not sure if this is German humor – sometimes it’s hard to tell – or if this is just the hospital menu, but I think they took his statement as a challenge. His dinner arrived after surgery, and this is what they gave him. 

That dollop in the middle? It’s chickpeas mashed together like mashed potatoes. And the “Abendsalat” or dinner salad was peppers in oil. 

I’m also not sure if they’re trying to starve him but either way, we now have an entirely different perspective on hospital food than we had before!

Have you ever had weird experiences with hospital foods?

Until next week, blessings,

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This post felt very relevant. It’s about not having all the elements I needed for the post I’d planned. Hmmm, feels really familiar right now as I’m writing an adventure that’s not ready yet. But instead of dwelling on the grrr of not having it all together, I decided to focus on three simple things that made me smile that day.  

I’m taking a note from that post. Here are three things, simple things, that make me slow down, relax, and enjoy each day.

Staying cool while Europe is experiencing a heat wave! Germans don’t believe in air conditioning. When we were house hunting, we knew not to look for it, but we didn’t know to look for the heavy Rolladon shutters or high efficiency housing that some houses boast. I think God was looking out for us when this house became available because it has those things and it makes this time of year soooooo much easier. 

The Sidekick reminding me he needs snuggles.

Finding bugs in my luggage that make me smile! (There’s a story about this on my Facebook page).

 What little thing brought a smile to your face today?

Blessings,

P.S. In brief writing related news, I have the entire outline for Hidden Mythics III ready. The goal, once back from surgery, is to dive into writing! I’ll update more on that soon.

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3 Cultural Differences between Germany and the United States

1. Paying for Public Bathroom!

My dad and I drove from Colorado to Michigan and back during our recent travels. As we drove cross country, we stopped occasionally at the interstate Rest Areas. They were all free but not necessarily clean.

Contrast that to traveling the Autobahn in Germany! If you stop at an Autohof, you’d better have a Euro in your pocket to use the restroom. However, the facilities are probably better maintained. It’s a tradeoff but definitely one I’m glad I know about!

2. Ordering Food at Restaurants

On our recent travels, I found myself getting twitchy every time a waiter or waitress would stop to check on our table. I was tired from a day on the road, and it took me a bit to realize why. The restaurant experience can be really nice in Germany but it’s slower and the etiquette is different. Let me explain. 

You’re handed a menu and the waiter walks away. He’ll come back for drink orders and leave again. This seems on track for the same experience as what you’d find in the U.S.

If you’re anything like me, you’ll then pick your item on the menu and leave the menu open to reference when it comes time to order. Especially when the menu’s in German, sometimes it’s just easier to point at what you want. (Although I’m learning German, there are definitely times that I still have no clue what a word means!)

But then you wait…and wait…and wait…and…

Here’s the social cue that’s missing. You have to close the menu for the waiter to know you’re ready. Otherwise, he leaves you alone. And he doesn’t care how long it takes you to figure out what you want. 

This sort of thing continues throughout the meal. Once you have a table at a restaurant, it’s yours for as long as you want. (Reservations are huge because of this!) However, the waiter isn’t going to check on you every ten minutes. If you want more water, you flag him down. It’s not considered rude there, it’s expected. Or when you want to pay the bill, same thing. You flag him down. 

A meal out can easily take a couple of hours or more. I love it, but if you don’t know why the waiter’s ignoring you, it can feel really weird.

While back in the States, I’ve had to flip my thinking and not get twitchy when the waiter checks in a lot.  

3. Buying Groceries

The U.S. likes to bulk shop. We have Costco, Sams Club, Super Walmart, and HEB. Buc-ee’s is getting wild too. But we also have the space for buying and storing in bulk.

Germans on the other hand, tend to have refrigerators half the size of Americans, if not smaller. And the pantry space might be a cupboard or two. 

So, instead of doing a monthly Sams run, they shop once or twice a week for their food. No backup storage, but it does help to keep fresher things in the fridge. It’s just a mental shift on how you shop. 

Now I just need a story about getting lost in a friend’s pantry or needing a bathroom without having money to pay. Or on the flip side, being startled that there’s no toilet seat on public toilets. (That’s a heads up if you visit France!) 

What kinds of cultural differences have you encountered in your life? What would you warn people about if they were visiting your home?

Blessing,

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I’ve never looked back with the idea of revisiting a post except if I rerun an adventure, so I decided to take a look at June from ten years ago. I found a post titled Time and Value.

I found it somewhat interesting, and so here’s what I posted then with updates from now. Maybe this is just for my own enjoyment, but here we go pulling from 2016 vault =)

2016: Clear warning, this post is a bit different. I don’t usually talk about myself in-depth but I always feel a bit guilty when I take time off and I thought I’d share a little about what’s happening in my little brain. There is a real person behind the adventures, I swear =)

2026: For a long time, all I’d post were adventures. Maybe I was nervous about talking about myself. Maybe it was just easier. Who knows. Now maybe I err on the side of personal posts too much and need to get back to adventures more. All of it’s writing and this is my home base, so I don’t mind the shift over time. 

2016: A little bit ago I turned thirty. Not even sure what to say about it. It just happened. Kinda snuck up on me and laughed in sadistic glee as it whizzed right by. Crazy things, time and age. I don’t feel thirty.

2026: Still don’t feel my age. Probably never will! 

2016: I somehow thought I’d be more comfortable in my own skin by this age. Now I’m realizing it’s human nature to find fault, especially as a woman, in myself. It’s human nature to wish for straight hair when the humidity turns my God-given locks to ringlets. To crave clear skin when I’ve got a healthy body that keeps up with my passions for climbing and hiking and snowboarding.

2026: Guess it just took ten more years but I’m far more comfortable in my skin than I used to be. At some point, I just stopped worrying as much about what others think. Not that I never think about it, but I’m far more likely to shrug things off than I used to. 

2016: The list of ‘have-nots’ is endless if I let it. It’s so, so easy to focus on the “have-nots” and completely forget the even longer, more uplifting list of “haves.” And I’m coming to realize focusing on the list of “haves” is not a comparison thing. I can’t compare myself to another woman or compare my good traits with my bad. That way lies grief and tears because, inevitably, it either leads to pride or the pit of “have-nots” again. The list of “haves” is simple fact. Something we each can own as who we are, beautiful, or handsome, in our own right.

I’m beautiful. Shut up internal dialogue that says otherwise.

2026: Yeesh! That was a convoluted paragraph. But it’s not wrong. It’s a constant practice to chose to be thankful. It’s easy to focus on the things I want and forget how blessed I am. I often reset, reminding myself of my blessings. It makes life more content and I love that. 

2016: I’m also successful despite the fact that I haven’t completely accomplished all my dreams and goals yet. Failure only drowns me if I stop trying, stop living for the things that God’s instilled in me to enjoy and have a passion for. But sometimes those passions, those values, conflict and it feels like failure to back away from one to accomplish another for a time.

2026: I think the Western culture teaches that we’re always striving to be better. This isn’t bad, but it can lead us to focus only on the things unfinished, which in turn makes us completely disregard the things we have accomplished. There’s something to be said for celebrating each and every milestone. 

2016: When I look in the mirror and focus on the things I have, I see the deep blue irises I inherited from my dad, the slightly wavy hair of both my parents and the shape of my mother’s graceful face. These are a legacy of a family I greatly value.

2026: I love this legacy all the more now!

2016: Here’s where the passions conflict right now.

Writing’s always a passion for me. There’s a drive in me that just won’t quite. To take time off feels like I’m failing myself and those who actually read my work. (Thank you to everyone reading this! I greatly appreciate you.) But time with family is precious beyond anything I can describe. Over the next month, my husband and I have the opportunity to spend time with family that we haven’t had in several years. So, it’s been placed on my heart to focus solely on them. To step back from the writing in order to appreciate the blessing that is family. Perhaps this is where the wisdom of thirty comes in. I considered trying to do both but, in all honesty, I doubt I’d do either justice if I did.

2026: I’ve done this many times over the last ten years. A break from writing to spend time with family has never failed to refresh and help me come back to writing stronger. I encourage this for any writer. Although the work is amazingly rewarding, there’s a balance where the special people in our lives deserve undivided time. 

2016: So, thank you to everyone in advance for understanding a month’s break from the adventure. (And thank you for being patient with my rambling today =)).

2026: Thank you to anyone reading this now for sticking with me through many years of writing and breaks! Every time I return to writing, I’m blessed by the people excited to see me return. 

2016: I encourage you over the next month, and beyond that, to focus on who you are individually (no comparisons) and find value in the things that make you uniquely you. You’re beautiful, handsome, and amazing simply because you are who you are and there’s not another person like you.

2026: Amen! I still encourage this!

Until next time, blessings,

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Since most writers work at home, their home life naturally mingles with their work life. And it’s incredibly hard sometimes to separate the two enough to get any reasonable amount of writing done. It’s not that others in the household don’t respect the work, it’s that they often don’t know if the writer’s working or, because the person’s right there, a quick question don’t seem like a huge deal. As I’ve navigated this, I’d found a few things that help and thought I’d share.

Encouraging Your Writer

• Communicate! 

You’d think this one would be obvious, but we writers often just assume that, if I’m sitting at my desk, I’m obviously working. So we expect people to just know to give us space. But my husband knows I could be budgeting, reading the news, writing an email for my niece’s homework, or any number of other things that are not writing related. If I tell him that this specific time is reserved for writing, he respects that time and doesn’t interrupt, but I need to clearly tell him. 

Someone once said that we need to treat our writing like the business it is or others won’t. That stuck with me. It’s hard when it’s a job from home. So many distractions abound. But if we set aside time and ask others to help us with it, I’ve found it’s easier. 

• Bring Coffee! (Or any other form of favorite snack and beverage.)

We writers are like squirrels. Distractions abound. And one of the easiest procrastination distractions is going for a cup of coffee, that then leads into making a snack, that then leads to a ten-minute conversation because you’re standing there waiting for the popcorn to pop, that then…

You get the picture. Bringing a small snack if you think of it can be insanely helpful! 

• Ask Specifically About the Magic!

In last week’s post, I talked about how hollow it feels to tell someone, “I was writing,” when they ask what you did that day. It just doesn’t really explain the vibrancy of creating a world on paper. I encouraged other writers to talk about the magic, the fortress you infiltrated, the deep conversation you had with your characters, the reunion the father and son had in your story, whatever it may be. 

As the writer’s support people, these answers can be so much more if you ask deeper questions. Instead of, “How was the writing?” maybe ask what characters they were working with that day. Where were they at? What conflict were they navigating? Did they escape the dungeon? Did something explode in their face? 

This serves to help your writer not feel so crazy, for one, and opens the door for him or her to really dig into the excitement they probably feel for their story. It helps them feel more connected and share more instead of everything living inside their heads. 

I’m sure there’s more I could say and each writer has his or her own foibles, so if you’re truly interested in being a part of your writer’s work life, maybe ask what would specifically help. Maybe the answer is as simple as providing a bag of skittles, but you don’t know until you ask =)

Blessings,

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And second of all, what do I even say when being alone comes comfortably to me? I think the only time I’ve truly dreaded it was when I thought about coming home after my mom passed and having to face my grief while my husband was at work. That quickly passed, however. The quiet and time to cry alone were their own comfort.

But writing by nature requires a great deal of solitude. Our worlds and characters come alive for us, but no one else sees them while we’re creating them and that can be really hard. How do we share? Even being comfortable with the solitude doesn’t take away the inordinately hollow feeling when someone asks what you did all day and you say, “I was writing.” 

That doesn’t encompass…well, anything. It doesn’t share the excitement of Na’rina’s recent escape, or the jumble of emotion Icarus feels at seeing his family again after being cast out as a child. It doesn’t convey the smell of hibiscus blooming in the café while El spies on the Fae embassy. It’d be better to say, “I was creating magic,” than to say, “I was writing.”

I guess my take on the writing solitude is twofold.

The quiet, alone work is a necessity if you want to write. So become friends with your own thoughts. Sit on your patio in the early morning and drink some coffee. No music, no phone, nothing but the delicious smell of coffee, the song of early morning birds, and your own thoughts. Allow them to be familiar friends and not constant condemnation, or constant planning, or constant motion… Allow yourself boredom like it’s a luxury. Because for us writers, it is a luxury. It’s time to live in our worlds and let them breathe. 

Then look at your writing and share the bits of excitement that friends and family can understand. Often, we’re not surrounded by people who like to create worlds in their own heads. My husband definitely doesn’t. But if there’s a world mechanic I’m working on detailing out, he’s in the thick of it. And at those times, I share the joy of world building with him. 

Likewise, if a character’s motivation feels off, discussing with my sister often reveals alternatives. She’s not part of the whole process. No one is. But there are pieces built in brainstorming that would never develop in isolation. 

Don’t be afraid to talk about writing like the magic it is. When someone asks, “What did you do today?” share what you actually did. “I planned an infiltration of a frozen palace stronghold.” You may have to explain that some or people might think you’re crazy, but then you get to share! And some of the magic sneaks out of the solitude you spent writing into the time you have with others. 

Maybe there’s a third facet to this.

For the actual writing, we need solitude, but our lives with others often feed our ideas. The magic goes both ways. The palace visited with my parents last year becomes the basis for my Fae palace. The cruise we took a few years ago created the idea for the Sedanza Islands in Theos Rising. The aspen groves I played in as a child with my sisters built Na’rina’s grove. 

So, write in solitude. But talk about your work with the excitement of the story, not just the mundane of “I was writing.” And live constantly aware that everything presents possibilities, and often, the people around you are excited to share and help in whatever way they can. 

Okay, maybe I had more to say than I realized. Thanks again, Lucia, for the post idea!

Blessings,

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That doesn’t mean I don’t try to outline every time I write a novel. It just means I don’t have a system yet that truly works for me. 

Last year I started writing the third book in the Hidden Mythics Series. As always, I didn’t have a clear structure for the story, but I did have random scenes that persisted in my mind. Usually that’s a good sign that the story’s ready to be written, so I wrote the scenes down. They don’t follow a timeline, and they’re not connected to each other. I just needed to get them on the page. 

And then I hit a snag. I had 40K words and had no idea where I was going. Then the beginning of this year happened, and writing fell off my iceberg altogether. 

Now that I’m back at it, I really want a structure to follow. So, I did some searching and found the Snowflake method by Randy Ingermanson. And for once, I have a synopsis written before I even write the book. Since I’m indie-published, I’ve never had to write a synopsis to sell the manuscript to an agent or editor, so it’s never been a high priority to write something that most in the industry consider snore worthy. 

And on top of that, I have a scene list. Huh. That’s never happened before. 

I can’t say that the story won’t immediately dive into the grass as soon as I start the actual writing, but so far, it seems to be working. I’ll update you as I progress. Maybe I’ve finally found an outline that kinda, sorta, works for me. 

Blessings,

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