Stephanie Hurt – Romance Author

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Stories filling my head…Yikes!

Good Wednesday morning! It’s halfway to the weekend, so relax a little. You’ve got this.

As a writer, sometimes the stories fill my head and I can’t get them out fast enough. Some days it’s hard to focus on one story without the other stories trying to edge their way in. That’s my problem at the moment. I have so many stories running through my head that sometimes I think my head might explode.

The picture I have of my brain is a little hamster running on her wheel. Yep, that’s my brain for sure. So, how do I prioritize12551866924_826fc1afef this craziness filling my head, I outline. I have so many stories pushing for first place in line, but only one or two can hold that spot at a time. To help with the breaking in line syndrome, I sit down and outline the fussiest, pushiest stories. At least that puts them at ease, for a time, but soon they are pushy again.

Now, don’t get me wrong, this is not a problem exactly. As a writer, this is a good problem to have, you just have to learn how to keep your stories in line, which is the hard part.

So, how do you wrangle the stories running rampant through your brain?

As always, good writing and May God Bless You…

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Priorities & Regrets

How do you rate your priorities? Do you have a good system of how you stack them? I’m feeling kind of philosophical about this issue. I found out this morning that an older gentleman that lived next door to my mom’s lake home passed away during the night. I’ve known him most of my life and he was a special person to our family.

It started me to thinking about the last time I saw him. He was riddled with sickness from cancer and he didn’t want me to see him like he was. It was really sad, but I made him talk to me regardless. I could tell it hurt him for me to see him so broken.

I feel like I didn’t do enough. I didn’t have time to go see him when he was hospitalized. I didn’t take the time to go see him when they brought him home to die. In one respect I was trying to respect his feelings, but should I have done more. My heart aches at the could haves and should haves. 

Do we take for granted that things will fix themselves? Do we take our friends and family for granted? Do we think they will be there tomorrow so go then? Do we have the Scarlett O’hara theory of “I’ll think about it tomorrow”? 

I just feel so depleted. I know he’s better off, but did he know that I cared. I hope he did. He was a sweet, precious man. So my thing is this, don’t wait until tomorrow the things that can be done today. Take that time. Make it work somehow.

As always, Good writing and May God bless you…