Writing about writing …

I was invited to participate in a Blog Tagging event. Since my writing has really slowed down I thought this would be a great motivator. It did more than that ūüôā

I thank Sora Garrett at The Shine Connection  for her piece on Writing about Writing (click the Shine Connection link), the invite, and the nudge to return to my writing.

What are you currently working on?

A book, can you believe it?¬†¬†I never thought I would be writing a book. ¬†I was always the oOld fashioned vintage typewriterne who saw that talent, that ability in others and prompted them to be the writers. ¬†Apparently I have a book or two in me waiting to be written. ¬†I also have a “journal” on my website www.tericonnolly.com that I do post in pretty regularly. It is where I share my¬†deep philosophical and spiritual musings. I really enjoy sharing that part of me.

How does your work differ from others in the same genre?

My work differs because I share very intimate, naked pieces of me. I share my vulnerability mixed with very dry humor. ¬†I am so very new to all of this “writing” that I really don’t know my genre ūüôā ¬†Which takes me to the next question…

Why do you write what you write?

I write because I was always a storyteller verbally sharing anecdotes of life as examples of being human and to help others. I hesitated to use writing to express those stories mainly because I never thought of myself as a writer ~ storytellers don’t write I thought. Now I know writers are storytellers. I have also found that writing connects me to a higher deeper essence of myself that expresses through me. I learn just as much from my writing as others have expressed they have learned. Writing is now¬†a part of me. I have fun and feel energized by the process especially completing a piece.

Describe your writing process.

My writing process is very simple. I sit at the computer, ask for a subject, and then get out of the way of the higher deeper essence that expresses through me. When I am done writing I am always amazed at what has been written!! ¬†I started my book by looking at a naked urn sitting on the patio at the home I was renting. ¬†I picked up my pencil and words just tumbled out. ¬†This process is the same for everything I have written. ¬†I do get ‘blocked’ and find nothing flowing. ¬†It is then that I have to write out deliberate thoughts unclogging the hollow bone.


Now I get to share 3 other writers with you!  Stay tuned you are going to love them!



Adam’s Apple

Beginning today, 4/1/14, and no it is not an April Fool’s joke, I will be blogging everyday on a subject starting with a letter of the alphabet ~ A-Z. ¬†It was suggested I pick a theme and not being one to really follow directions completely, I don’t have one. ¬†I have written down a word or phrase for each letter as they came to me… could be a theme … definitely a challenge! ¬†Hope you enjoy.


“It is obvious to me that you have no idea what is possible,” glaring she reached high grasping the object just out of reach, ¬†“if you had paid attention we wouldn’t be here now.” ¬†Stomping she left him stranded on the doorstep.

Red appleIt seems like lately the doorstep was where he found himself with her not necessarily a bad thing, mind you, just an irritation.  He had paid attention.

Scouring the pages of his memory there wasn’t even a hint of solution in them. ¬†He was beginning to think she was making the entire thing¬†up. ¬†The shiny item
had become her obsession, damn it, not his.  All he wanted was to be left alone.  Always thinking and planning were not his cup of tea, no, that was all her.  Traveling, pondering, investigating why things did what they did were his passions.  She needed to be seen, admired, sought after to be happy.  It was time.  So many years had been spent chasing after her and what she wanted.  No starting today he was just going to sit here in the shade and enjoy his shiny red apple.  Today he was going to do what he wanted. He was going to figure out why these apples were the best in this garden.

How many times have we found ourselves supporting¬†someone else’s dream, their desire to climb after the shiny object, ¬†allowing them to direct where our passions should lie, pushing us to circumvent our dreams, our desires? ¬†Allowing ourselves to be silent and driven along the path of our life leaves us wanting and stagnant.

Be brave, find your tree, sit under it and enjoy your shiny apple. ¬†It isn’t a sin.



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Forever and a day ….

Alaskan Brown Bear

So I have tried to post, write, spew, anything for the past 6 months… and as you can see NADA!

So what gives? ¬†Nothing really gave I just had to walk through releasing the known to get to here. ¬†It hasn’t been a cake walk, more like a merry-go-round, repeat, repeat, repeat. ¬†Kind of like a constant rinse cycle. ¬†Get the dirt out, add fresh water, spin, spin and spin till you are certain the dirt is out only to find another spot. ¬†So back you go again.

Till finally it dawned me I was afraid of letting go of the familiar! ¬†The pain in my arse, non-fulfilling familiar. ¬†Go figure. ¬†Well I did and I still found myself reacting to my dear friends new endeavors, feeling that nasty hit you get from your ego that says a myriad of things that are not true. ¬†I really was happy for them but I knew by my reaction that my lovely ego had taken the lead. ¬†This wasn’t ok with me but it was a pattern long-held.

So what to do? ¬†When in doubt I journey, sometimes knowing I just may get my arse kicked by my guides, Yes even the angelic one…. ¬†But off I went expecting the shake up and instead getting a moment with them deep in reflection sitting in my special place looking out onto the Cosmos, breathing, breathing, and just feeling. ¬†Flashes of past ways, times when I wrote daily, sometimes several times a day, times of ridicule which when they passed I scooped up the Soul piece cradling it into me, times of just looking, watching, knowing. ¬†Eventually the journey came to an end; an end only for that moment. ¬†Thanking my guides I returned to my room checking to see if a miracle had happened. ¬†Had I changed? ¬†Had I acquired volumes of words to share with everyone?

Nope. ¬†I was still here being me. ¬†A miracle? why perhaps since I am back at it this morning ūüėČ

What had happened is I found that my ego could go back into the back seat even after it had been driving for what seemed ages.  That my soul knows best for me, that it never leaves, only sits quietly holding me in the most profound love and presence.  Allowing me to grow, slip-slide, and dance forward.  My soul is my best friend, is me in all my ecstasy, is willing to let go of the familiar, and is always, always there for me.

So writing again? Yes, I am willing and ready to share my thoughts, my struggles, my accomplishments, my quiet moments, my true travels with my soul.  It is a big step, one that has been long in coming, one that means far more than the story tells, one that required a story to be rewritten, one that places me out, out in the wild, wild world where the wild things roam, a place that welcomes me, a place that wants me, a place that is home to me and so many dear people.

I write now because it is who I am. ¬†A storyteller. ¬†I take what is and make it what it really is. ¬†Don’t ask me how, don’t get into my head, just listen to the story and allow.

I am not some wise guru or someone to worship.  I am you, I am me, I am soul.

This mornings story comes today because I stopped hedging my bets. ¬†I took the pattern and twisted it up. ¬†I literally called into work stating I had a headache. ¬†More like a body ache. ¬†(Now listen I am not telling you to call in sick every day you want to change a pattern – you can change patterns on weekends). ¬†I waited and listened and when I felt that moment when my mind and body were relaxed I got up, poured a cup of coffee, sat outside quietly, spied my special hummingbird drinking from his feeder and knew the moment was ripe. ¬†I grabbed my literally brand new laptop (its purchase is another story for another day) and started. ¬†Once this is completed for the hour, I will walk my morning walk, shower, dress, and head into work. I have gratitude for the job that pays and tends to all the necessities of daily life, I no longer view it as the piece that stops me from “what I want to do really”, and I will use every non-filled moment at work to write. ¬†If Harry Potter can be written on scraps of paper, hell I can write a blog!

For some reason, I want to end today with Peace Out. ¬†Gotta be a story in that …..