Sunrise of Another Year…

“A New Year is like a blank book. The pen is in your hands. It is your chance to write a beautiful story for yourself.” Anon.

I wish I knew who came up with that quote. He or she is one smart cookie.

Hi all,

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my friends know me as one who loves a good sunset, and as the sun sets on another year, the blogging world is slowly but surely suffering from a saturation of posts reflecting on the year-that-was, either celebrating, commiserating or, most likely, a combination of both.

I prefer to see the end of 2016 as a sunrise, the start of a new era. One that lights the path to new opportunities, one that will result in great outcomes by testing limits, by persevering at tasks with slim chances of success but high rewards, and by sheer hard work.

Have I had a busy year? You betcha.

Have I achieved everything I wanted? Not a chance.

But there’s always 2017 for that.

And I’m gonna keep trying.

Hope your New Year brings a great sunrise.

Happy holiday season. And happy writing,

Rebecca

 

 

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The Bravery of Author, Claire Zorn: So Much to Tell You* (Hi From the Psych Hospital. No, Really.)

Hi all,

today I’m sharing a post from a very brave and talented Australian author.

In this post, multi-award winning author, Claire Zorn, gives an honest and courageous first-hand insight into the debilitating effects of mental illness.

I am sharing it with you in the hope that others who suffer in silence will find the strength to speak up and seek help, as Claire has done.

As Claire says, “This shit can happen to anyone”.

My thoughts and best wishes are with you all.

Until next time,

Rebecca

Claire Zorn

First up: if this post raises any concerns for you please, please call Lifeline on 13 11 14, Beyond Blue 1300 224 636 or if you’re a young adult you can visit www.headspace.org.au

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Hey people. It’s been a really long time. It’s been a long time since I met any readers, visited a high school or did a festival. I have three books sitting on a desk in my hospital room. I wrote them all. My name is on the cover. I have them here to remind me what my mind is capable of because  none of the author stuff – the festivals, the workshops, even the actual writing – feels real anymore. But I must have done it, because there those books are, on my desk as well as on shelves in people’s homes and bookshops. (Forgive me if my sentences are a little clunky, there are a lot…

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