Be Authentically You, Even if it Hurts!

21 May 2013

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sometimes it hurts to be true to yourself. You won’t go with the flow when you feel in your heart something’s wrong. You’re passionate about things no one else seems to care about. Others wish you would curb your enthusiasm.

It’s hard to be true to yourself when the whole world seems to be shouting, “Blend in!” Those who won’t dance want you to sit down. Those who don’t sing want you to be quiet.

Don’t pay attention. Even when it hurts, be authentically you! If you aren’t, you will lose credibility with yourself, and ultimately with others. As long as you are kind, and allow others to be who they are as well, don’t worry about being liked. It’s better to be loved by a few for being the real you, than to try and please everyone by hiding who you are.

“We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.” ~André Berthiaum

 

 

Call Me Crazy

11 March 2013

“Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be.” ~ Don Quixote

Don Quixote de la Mancha and Sancho Panza, 1863, by Gustave Doré

Is there a market for clean, light-hearted books for teens?

I know there is a lot of pain and angst in the lives of teens, but I believe there are times they would rather escape from it than relive it.

After graduating from college, I taught in a California neighborhood considered so rough and poverty-stricken that the government partially forgave student loans for anyone willing to teach there. It was the best job I ever had. I loved those kids and teens more than any I have ever taught since. No matter how tough their lives were, they were full of hope. When it came to books, many preferred to escape into stories that would take them out of what was, and into what could be.

Years ago, Oprah chose a novel for her book club, the title of which I won’t name. It was beautifully written as far as prose, but in my view, ugly in content. The young female protagonist made one depressing choice after another throughout the book, often without believeable motivation. It was entirely devoid of hope. In my opinion, that’s not showing what’s real.   

Compare that with another of Oprah’s favorite books, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Again, we have a female child protagonist with a very difficult life, realistically portrayed, but with a much different feel. Pain and tragedy are anything but ignored, but neither are love and hope. The book mentioned earlier was only a downer. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn leaves you better for having read it.

It reminds me of movies. I really enjoy sad films, as long as they are meaningful, but often my favorite movies are romantic comedies. In the same way, some of my favorite books make me cry. Others make me laugh. The best do both. In my opinion, as long as I am left better off after turning the last page, it was something worth reading.

 

Why I’m Okay with my Daughter Dating a Pop Star

4 February 2013

When I was growing up, my older sister loved celebrities and pop stars. On her wish list was always the latest album and poster, while my only desire was for art supplies and books. I wasn’t the least bit interested in famous people, except for Laura Ingalls Wilder and Abraham Lincoln!

My first real experience with the pop star craze was with my own daughter and the Jonas Brothers. The music and movies they made were fun and uplifting, so I joined in with her to listen and watch. She moved on to Justin Bieber and had so much fun with her friends as they imagined he was their “boyfriend.” One of her friends even had a life-size cutout of the Biebs in her bedroom, and this was after she had already started high school and had a “real” boyfriend!

I recently took my daughter and her friends to a Justin Bieber concert, and we all had a great time. Next to us was a much younger girl, somewhere between eight and ten. When Justin appeared on stage, she began to cry. It would be hard to describe the look on her face. She was completely overcome with emotion. I couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t unhealthy. As I contemplated the phenomenon surrounding me, I decided that although it was definitely silly, it probably wouldn’t have a long-term detrimental effect. Someday, the little girl next to me would be a woman who would look back and laugh at how she felt about the Biebs!

My sister, who was so enamored with pop stars, went on to happily marry a real boy. She’s a strong woman, with no lasting ill-effects from her long ago fascination with famous guys.

My daughter is smart and level-headed. She may be the only one of her friends who hasn’t had a real boyfriend yet, but I’m more than okay with that. She has plenty of time.

Justin has now moved into second place because of the British boy band One Direction. My daughter is “crazy” over Harry Styles, and I have to say, he and the Biebs have both been very good boyfriends! They’ve never kept her away from having fun with her friends, or her homework. They’ve never gotten her home past curfew, or pressured her into doing something she’s not ready for.

They make her smile, not cry.

And they’ve never broken her heart! <3

 

Managing Expectations

30 December 2012

As the holiday season comes to a close, many people find themselves feeling blue for no apparent reason. For some, it’s because there are no more parties to look forward to. The house feels empty when all the decorations are put away. Family and friends have gone home. They’re sad because it’s over.

A photo shoot at a department store gone bad. I finally told the photographer to just take the picture. It's now one of my favorites!!

Another group of people will feel down because the holidays didn’t live up to their expectations.  A child who didn’t receive the gift they most desired. A mother who envisioned the perfect Christmas and nothing went according to plan.

Anyone who reads this blog knows I believe in high expectations. The danger lies in not managing your emotions when the results come in. Yes, shoot for the moon, but remember that landing amongst the stars, or even back on earth, is okay. Having lofty goals and dreams and working toward them is a good thing. But unless you enjoy the journey and are grateful for what you have, and where you are, right now, in this moment, you’ll be miserable.

So dream. And plan. And work. And live. Enjoy the little things. A soft pillow when you go to bed at night. The orange glow peeking through the clouds at sunrise. A dog wagging his tail to greet you. A hug. A smile.

I wish you many blessings in the New Year, and above all, the ability to enjoy them.

~Kristina

Picture perfect! The only time I was able to capture both kids and all three dogs in a Christmas photo!

The Next Big Thing

17 October 2012

Today, for the first time, I’m participating in a blog hop. I was tagged by my friend and fellow writer, Shel Delisle http://sheldelisle.wordpress.com

The hop is called “The Next Big Thing,” and is designed to highlight works-in-progress by writers at any stage, or books that are soon to be released.

Although I’m already on to something new, I’m going to share a little about the book I’m querying at the moment.

Ten Interview Questions for The Next Big Thing:

What is the working title of your book?

Perfume Princess

Where did the idea come from for the book?

When my daughter was in second grade, she was friends with two sisters who were totally different. It got me thinking about what it would be like to be an ungainly, quiet, and plain girl, with a vibrant, beautiful sister. It’s not too farfetched from my own childhood! My older sister was gorgeous and outgoing, while I was a mousy bookworm. But we loved each other and she was always nice to me, kind of like Lily and Jasmine in my book.

What genre does your book fall under?

Contemporary YA, but definitely on the tween side. It’s an innocent romantic comedy!

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I’ve always pictured Lily, the protagonist, as a young Amanda Bynes.

Her famous, queen-like mother would definitely be a middle-aged Elizabeth Taylor or Joan Collins.

Chase, Lily’s pop-star love interest, could be played by Liam Hemsworth, Justin Bieber, or a member of One Direction! (Harry is my favorite!)

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Two weeks shy of her sixteenth birthday, Lily Laroche Carter is thrown into her mother’s latest perfume campaign, and life goes down the eau de toilette!

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Right now, I’m pursuing the traditional route.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

About 7 months, followed by more than a few rounds of revisions!

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Maybe The Princess Diaries, but the writing style is different.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

That’s an easy one. My daughter and her friends! I love to hang out with them, and everything that happens in Perfume Princess is inspired by their dreams. Their favorite topics are boys (especially pop-stars), make-up, and sweet-sixteen parties!

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

The setting.  Lily is a Texan, but the story takes place in New York City, with a trip to Paris! Vivre l’amour!

Now comes the fun part! I’m sending these same 10 questions to the following awesome writers, who will post their answers on their blogs on October 24th. Hope you check them out!:

Lori Eastep http://loritayseastep.wordpress.com/

Annie McMahon http://anniemcmahon.net/

Carrie Seymour  http://www.47-5.blogspot.com/

Eileen Granfors  http://www.shewrites.com

 

Ready to Quit?

6 October 2012

How do you know when you’ve tried hard enough?

When you’ve succeeded.

There are times when we need to change our course, but there is no time to surrender.

In a few days, I’ll be participating in a blog hop for authors. As I went through my list of fellow writers on Twitter, I visited their websites, some I hadn’t been on for quite a while.

There was a particular writer I had in mind who seemed to be a kindred spirit. I remembered a tweet from her, from over a year ago, when she had received her first full request from an agent. She had been so excited!

Sadly, when I went to check on her very elaborate and beautiful website, it had been abandoned. She hadn’t posted since 2011. I hope everything is okay, and that she hasn’t given up on her dream.

A member of my writing group recently said after her latest rejection, “My mind tells me to be a warrior, but my heart is weaker.” I told her I knew in a short time, her heart would catch up. She is a warrior, and I have no doubt she will make it.

Staying the course is hard. Like the saying goes, if you feel you’ve reached the end of your rope, tie a knot in it, and hold on!

Wishing you all the stamina you need to pursue your dreams!

Princess Problems

29 August 2012

There’s a hash tag on Twitter, #princessprob, used to convey a complaint that the sender knows is really a “luxury problem.”

For example:

“I went to Macy’s to get my favorite Chanel lipstick and it was out of stock, forcing me to go all the way to Bloomingdales.  #princessprob”

Some of them are funny, and they’re usually tongue-in-cheek, but it got me thinking. Aren’t most of our problems, “princess problems?”

First of all, I have a problem with the use of the word “princess” in this context, because it means something else entirely to me than it does most people. If you read my blog, you know I am not anti-princess, because a real princess to me has nothing to do with being wealthy, spoiled, or privileged. To be a princess in my book means to show character, charity, and grace, no matter what your circumstances, but that’s another post. The point of a “#princessprob” is that it’s not a “real” problem after all, and I believe we should view most of our problems in that light.

Girlfriends often use each other to bounce off minor complaints. I know I do it to my friends, and usually listening to their complaints doesn’t bother me, but there are times when it becomes clear to me that our perspective is completely askew. I am renewing my goal to live with a spirit of gratitude, and see “problems” as they really are.

A friend of mine recently sat for an hour in a doctor’s waiting room with her son, who needed an MRI because he had over used his shoulder playing sports. Although my friend was patient, her son was complaining. When they were eventually called back, a young man was wheeled out at the same time—the reason for the delay. He was severely disabled and had never played a game of sports in his life.  The minor inconvenience of waiting a little extra time for the doctor hit home. We can choose to look through a lens of entitlement, or one of gratitude.

It’s not about comparing ourselves to someone with a “worse” problem; it’s about being grateful for what we have. It’s about counting our blessings and not our sorrows. My greatest anguish is that my son was born with a heart defect. He had surgery as a tiny infant, but still has an abnormal valve and an irregular aorta. Every year when I take him to his cardiologist, I am sad for a few days, because I face the reality that he will always be at risk. But he is alive, has no restrictions, and has the best medical treatment in the world available to him. I need to be grateful.

It may seem harmless when we complain about our “first world” problems (like car trouble when 89% of people in the world don’t even have a car to fix), but I don’t believe it is. In order to truly be happy, I am convinced we need to catch ourselves complaining and put the brakes on. No one is promised a trouble-free life. It’s about focusing on the good in our lives, and doing something to relieve the suffering of others. Gratitude equals joy, and a sense of entitlement leads to discontent.

Overnight Success

31 July 2012

Becoming an “overnight success” is hard work. Never underestimate the cost of pursuing your dreams, or you will likely drop out of the race.

Recently, I’ve been doing research for a new book, a young adult novel set in Hollywood. The authenticity I strive to bring to my work comes from many hours of reading non-fiction, particularly memoirs of people who have actually lived in the settings I create for my characters.

What struck me the most is the amount of hard work and years of poverty that many famous actors went through on their road to stardom. Many more than I realized studied acting for several years and paid their dues by working for very little money in plays, on and off Broadway.

The same is true of successful people in all careers. We seldom realize the work behind the success. Yes, there are exceptions. People who “know people,” or somehow get a lucky break right out of the starting gate. But they are the exceptions. It may sound harsh, but it will benefit you greatly to view yourself as the rule, and not the exception.

If you’re familiar with my blog, you know optimism is the name of my game, sometimes to a fault. I’ve been called “Little Miss Sunshine” a time or two in a derisive way, by weary people who are discouraged. But with all my brimming optimism, and the almost nonsensical hope I live by, I don’t underestimate the cost. Each day, I chose whether or not to pay it.

Following a dream is hard work, but if it’s really your dream—something you are meant to do—the work is satisfying, if not blissful. Embrace the journey, because the journey is LIFE.

If You Do What You’ve Always Done, You’ll Get What You’ve Always Got

13 June 2012

Petal running through grass

Last weekend I learned a lesson about runaway dogs—and about using your brain instead of just your brawn.

I was babysitting a friend’s rescue dogs, two small sisters named Petal and Flower, who look like crosses between Yorkshire terriers and miniature greyhounds. Despite their diminutive size, they run like gazelles.

It was not a good time to babysit. I was hosting a large party that Saturday, but who can say no to a best friend and two adorable pooches? The dogs were in my possession for only a couple of hours before one of them got away.

The first time I took them outside, Flower slipped out of my fenced-in back yard in a flash, even though I was right there next to her. I grabbed Petal to prevent her from following. My son immediately ran around the fence and the chase began. The nearly THREE DAY CHASE.

I called my friend, but she wasn’t able to return. Forget about cleaning for the party and the food preparation, the entire family was now on lost dog duty. And so it went for days, walking around our large community, calling out her name.

Flower had a tag with a phone number, but soon we realized it wouldn’t do much good. She and Petal had been abused and abandoned by their first owners and were afraid of people. Flower was on the run, and wouldn’t let any human near her. My strategy? Search and chase, search and chase, hoping that she would eventually grow tired and be caught.

I prayed for wisdom, but none came. I was in panic mode. I did the same thing, hour after hour, even though it wasn’t working.

I brought food to tempt her. Carried her sister with me to entice her. Put signs up all over the neighborhood. Enlisted groups to help in the search. Nothing. For two nights she slept outside in an area where alligators have been seen in nearby waters. By day she eluded me in 90 degree heat. How could she survive much longer without food and water? On the second day we spotted her, running full speed down a street just a block from our home. She was alive! Despite six people combing the area, she eluded us all. It was obvious her instincts told her to run and hide from the very thing that could save her.

My last hope was that when her owners returned, she would hear their voices and come to them, but it was not to be. My friend and her family joined the search on the second night, but had to give up after dark.

After so many hours of walking from sun up to sun down, day after day, my legs were aching and blisters lined my toes. I was struggling just to walk. I was tired and dehydrated, but how could I rest, knowing a poor innocent animal could be nearing death at any moment?

Finally, on the third day, I took the time to really think. I could walk and run until I collapsed, but it would only result in the same thing. Us chasing, and her running. Finally, I used my brain instead of my brawn.

I put the dog’s crate that she shared with her sister under a tree in my front yard. Inside I placed her towel, food, and water. I leashed her sister to the crate and told all humans to stay out of the vicinity. My daughter hid nearby and kept watch. I wasn’t half-way around the block before she called me whispering, “She’s here.” Happy ending.

It reminds me that often we think persistence and sheer will power will get us to where we want to go, but not if we aren’t sensitive to signs that we should change our course. If what we do isn’t working, and we’ve given it a fair shot, maybe we need a new plan.

I’m convinced I could have caught Flower the very same day she went missing, if I had done what I did on the third day. But maybe I needed to learn a lesson.

Writers sometimes make this mistake when they start a new project. Especially the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type. They come up with a new idea for a book, but don’t let it simmer. They don’t plan or analyze it long enough. They dive right in. If it’s not working, they keep hammering away at it, to no avail.

If it’s not working, do something different! Think of alternative solutions. Try something new. Persistence pays off, but make sure you are using your mind, and not only your will. No matter how bad we want something, or how hard we try, if what we’re doing isn’t working, we need new insight.

May you follow your dreams with wisdom, and may you catch them!

 

 

Making a Living Doing What You Love

21 May 2012

One day last week I worked from nine in the morning until after six volunteering for the SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers International) Florida Chapter. Grueling day? Not at all. Even though we ordered in a working lunch and spent little time away from our task, the day was invigorating instead of depleting. I enjoyed every minute.

Why do some jobs wear us out and others breathe life into us? I believe it’s because some occupations “fit” us, and others go against our individual natures. We are all “good” at something or have a passion for it. I am happy any time I am writing, talking about writing, reading, editing, or critiquing. When I am involved in any of those activities, I am energized.

Of course we all need to do things we don’t love. Very few of us have the resources to hire someone for every chore we find distasteful or might not be good at. I’m not the best housekeeper or cook, but because I love my family, I do those things to the best of my ability. But what about careers? Should we work in jobs we are not well suited for or that make us miserable?

There are times in life when our only option seems to be to make a living at a job we don’t love. Especially artists. The term “starving artist” came into existence for a reason. Income is produced by providing something of value that people are willing to pay money for. There is no denying that generating income as a writer, artist, or musician is an uphill battle. In our ranks are the lowest and highest paid individuals in the world. Even those artists whose only wish is to make enough to get by doing what they love, struggle.

Sometimes every ounce of hope is nearly squeezed out of you. You cling to the dream despite all the voices around you, including sometimes your own, that say it’s not possible. And the truth is, not every artist makes it. Worse, most don’t make it. What is the difference between those who do and those who don’t?

Is talent an issue? To a degree. Luck? As someone who believes strongly in hard work and making your own opportunities, I hate to admit that serendipity does play a part. But I stubbornly believe with all my heart that the greatest determining factor of all is persistence. Don’t ever, ever, give up.

We often tell children they can be anything they want to be, but a wise friend of mine tells her children they can be anything they are meant to be. I like that difference. If you take your natural talents and passions and add hard work and determination, I believe you will be successful doing what you love, providing you don’t give up.

So if you believe you were meant to do something, take heart. Learn, grow, put in the time and the effort it takes, and if you persist, you’ll make it.

Follow your dreams and don’t give up!

 

 

 

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