Thursday, December 31, 2015

My Birthday Year

I've been pretty distracted with holidays this year. I haven't even thought about writing (about writing) since November. Instead I have thrown myself into the holiday spirit, gathering my loved ones, cooking and playing the role of Santa as I expertly pick out gifts they won't hate.

I can't imagine throwing a fit about anything today. It's the last day of the entire year. I don't want to fill it with harsh judgments, we can start that up again in 24 hours with our new diet and fitness plans. Judge or be judged.

I'm pretty excited about this coming year in general, you know why? It's my birthday year.

No, not like that. But my birthday is February 16th.

2016. 2/16.

I'm aware that February isn't month #20, but I'm talking numbers. Also, # is a number symbol in this instance, not a poorly placed hashtag.

 I have a good feeling just thinking about 2016. On the cusp of 2016 I released my first book with co-author Douglas B. Wimmer, (Or as I fondly refer to him, Wim), so now I can proudly say I'm an author. A goal and wish I've had for as many years as I can remember -- was finally accomplished. It wasn't my EXACT wish, (I wanted RTS published), but I was not specific when I blew out my birthday candles.

I'm 47.

I haven't even begun to think about my goals and plans for this coming year. I'm still riding this wave of 2015. I've been through so many ups and downs, I've laughed, I've sobbed, I've had panic attacks, I've been in love, I've been furious. I've turned beet red and almost punched someone . . . But at the end of it all, as I look back today, I'm much farther and happier than I was at this time last year. In fact, I think I had the flu last New Years Eve, so I am 200% better than last year . . . Is that mathmetically correct?

I may have completely obliterated my New Years 2015 Goals, and not in a good way, but who actually lost weight and started a better lifestyle? Those people are amazing, and here I've added to my debt, gained weight, slothed around...

But that also means I had vacations, I learned how to cook more amazing foods, I was relaxed and calm, I took pleasure out of each and every day, and maybe in 2016, I'll pull my life together a little bit more. Just a few baby steps at a time, in between cleaning up the battle wounds.

Maybe you will too. Maybe you'll change your dietary lifestyle, finally commit to a relationship, go skydiving, teach yourself to cook, learn a language, drive that stick shift or simply do something that makes you unbelievably uncomfortable. Because the best things always are. No joy or pleasure or immense happiness ever came out of a comfort zone. The only thing that comes out of your comfort zone is fat. Layers of it. In places you hoped it would never travel to.

So go forth my dear friends, and forge a new path. Create new experiences. Try something new. Veer off the main route and travel the world on your terms.


I'm using a forest metaphor here, so disclaimer: Do not actually veer off the path in the forest.

I can't wait to see what this coming year brings us!

Happy New Year to you all!

All my love,
L.B.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

T'was the Night before Christmas


T'was the Night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The cat's ear twitched as though it could hear,
The sound of something moving close by, and near.

A blond girl lay sleeping, deep in a dream,
The cat fell back asleep, thinking of cream.
The children asleep and the fire now out,
Just the lights from the tree, shined all about.

A thud from above woke the blonde girl, eyes wide
As she waited, breath bated, for St. Nick to arrive.
Across a state, a boy in a hat lay asleep,
He refused to take it off, and dreamed of a Jeep.

Just minutes between them they both were awoke,
By the sounding, confounding, noise of a bloke.
He stomped and he crushed the poor shingles loose,
It sounded like up on the roof was a moose!

The sounds stopped abruptly, and Santa appeared,
Shaking off snow from his front and his rear.
He stopped in to ask a favor of them both,
He wanted to ask them to promise an oath.

He said, "My dear children, a favor I ask,
For the children too poor, I give you a task.
Please send them your story for each ear to hear,
So that children all over, know I hold them dear.

Some may have forgotten just how much I care
And some may prefer a scruffy old bear.
I want to remind them what Christmas is about,
With a story that makes Christmas spirit ring out!

Please share far and wide, your tale of good cheer,
And remember the purpose of Christmas, my dears.
It's sharing, and caring, and happiness for all!
Not about money or who got you a doll."

The two friends agreed, though they didn't know yet,
They both had been visited by Santa -- It was set.
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, Nick went.
And the two authors spoke of their newest intent.

A free book for children, a few days to spare,
Then next year they'd make a hardcover to share.
With colors and drawings - They'd do it all right.
Then they watched Santa leave, on his yearly flight.

All my love,
L.B.

PS: Starting at Midnight tonight, "The Christmas List" will be free for 24 hours.
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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

"The Christmas List" - A Kindle Christmas Miracle!

Happy Holidays Friends!

I am *extremely* excited to announce Douglas B. Wimmer and I are releasing an original Christmas story this afternoon on Amazon Kindle!!!
We've been keeping it under wraps for so long I thought I would explode!

Appropriate for kids of all ages, this magical tale will brighten the darkest of days and fill you with holiday spirit!
 
We will provide a link below soon enough, but here is a little taste!

Here it is!
 
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!!
 
 
It's Winter, 1957. The snow is piling up, the days are getting shorter, and children all over the world are eagerly anticipating the night when Santa comes to visit. Except for the children at the Happy Heart Orphanage. No, the children there don't expect visits from the Man in Red. The Matrons who run the orphanage make sure each child there knows that they don't deserve such love from Jolly Ol' Saint Nick.
 
Santa or no, Johnny is determined to make this year's Christmas something special for the rest of the children. While executing his Christmas plan, he is caught by the Matrons and thrown in the scariest part of the house on Christmas Eve. Will Johnny escape? Will the orphans of the Happy Heart Orphanage ever have a true Christmas?
 
Find out in this heartwarming story of friendship and the Holiday spirit by L.B. Scott and Douglas B. Wimmer.
 
 

All my love,
L.B. 

Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Magic of Holidays


Baby, it's cold outside.
The trees are up in the lobby at work.
My Christmas tree at home just needs a stand.
My holiday shopping is done.
And above all....
PRESENTS!
Kidding! I'm more excited that it's raining today.
Perfect. Writing. Weather.

I've been collaborating with a good friend on a Christmas piece for a few weeks now, and we're incredibly excited, but are keeping it... under wraps.

Just groan so we can move on.

Since I'm waiting so we can start the editing process, my mind wandered over to Christmas time. It is the most wonderful time of year, after all. 
 "Happiness is building a snowman swimming for his life."
   You can quote me on this.

Yet, if it weren't for the lights, the singing, the decorations, the SNOW, the presents and the all around happiness of those around us - It would be the most depressing time of year.

The shortest days of the year. The freezing cold. The inability to go outside without 10 extra pieces of clothing all made of wool. Shoveling drive ways. Getting up in the dark. Getting home in the dark.

But something about Santa, the jolly old elf, and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer everyone keeps singing about, brings nostalgia that cannot be underestimated. I miss when Santa was real, the magic in the air knowing that an obese old man that runs on children's faith and lives on cookies was coming to bring wrapped gifts to everyone in the house. Now the only thing that brings me that much joy is the look on a child's face Christmas eve.


And it's not even simply Christmas, (while that is the holiday I personally celebrate,) all nationalities and religions hold something dear to their hearts about the month of December.

There is Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Rohatsu, Diwali, Mawlid el-Nabi, the Winter Solstice, and then a brand new year. (I'm sure there are many more holidays I'm missing.) The short days represent a month of renewal. It's the end of the year. The ashes before the rebirth. It seems everyone has some kind of festival of lights in December. If you want to check them out, the National Geographic has some here.

December isn't a birthday for one (.... I guess this depends entirely on your religion), this holiday month is for everyone. Even if a tradition doesn't give and receive presents, then their New Year is one for the record books: Lights, fireworks, candy, and cheer! A time when homes are filled with light and love to make up for the dreary outdoors!

So while normally I'd write about something that infuriates me (Shut up about the red cups already!), or things that need to be changed or avoided (All politics), for now I am happy. I'm thankful for all the changes this year has brought, and look forward to many more changes in the coming year. But most of all, I thank you, dear readers, for keeping up with this blog. Knowing that people keep on reading and posting comments is what truly keeps me inspired. Writing for myself is cathartic; writing for all of you is a joy.

I wish I could think more about writing right now, but all I want is to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol, drink spiked eggnog and eat ginger snaps.

<3 Christmas time is here. <3

All my love,
L.B.