It's the most wonderful time of the year

 Today is Christmas Eve, Eve.. Sounds funny when you say that out loud.. Seems weird to be saying it all, actually. It seems like just yesterday we were preparing for the upcoming holidays, but it wasn't this close. The hustle and all that goes into making it a great holiday seems to go by so fast. Holiday parties, buying presents, decorating trees, then in a flash the holidays are over.

Time seems to move by so much faster the older I get. When I was a child it seemed like FOREVER for Christmas to come, and now I keep saying, it's almost Christmas? Where does all of that time go? I remember as a child hearing, Don't grow up too fast, and all I could think of was wanting to grow up fast. It's funny how that happens.. Now, as an adult I hope for more days in a week so that I can get everything done. This week has already flown by, when just last week, I thought I could get everything accomplished this week. Time just always seems to run out..

Finishing up my first round of edits was harder than I thought. I had wanted to be done with them before the winter break came. It happened, but it was a struggle. Writing seems to come more natural to me than actually speaking to others. (I do talk to people, and can be quiet friendly) But, I find writing everything out just seems to go smoother. (Haha, because most of the time I don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing) It lets me get everything off my mind that I feel I can't say aloud. I am sure that I do say many things I shouldn't say aloud, but writing down your thoughts seems to be such an easier task.

When I was a teenager I would write about the holidays, just for myself, everything I had hoped would happen and everything I had wished for would all come magically, on Christmas. Many years, it wasn't about gifts, it was about peace. Peace within myself, peace for my relationship with my parents, and peace within my heart.

Now, I find that writing about the holidays seems to be about making sure that my children are happy, and that they have peace.

Every year is different, last year, I was preparing for what had been one of the worst years of my life to just move on into the new year.. This year I am not waiting for the new year, I am enjoying the every day life.

As the holidays will soon be over I wanted to take a minute and reflect on everything wonderful about the holidays. The food, the family, the friends, and the love. It's my favorite time of the year, and I hope that you have found peace this year too. Remember, it's not always about what's under the tree, but what's in your heart that makes all the magic seem so real.

I wish every one of you a very Happy Holiday! Peace, Love, and all that Jazz- Dee

Good Day..

            Sorry for not being around, it seems I have caught a cold. I am not exactly sure why we say we have caught something, when in fact, I did not actually catch it. None the less, I have been sick, which makes me not be able to think of such randomness I could share with you all. Have no fear though, I am feeling better.. So, now your stuck with my corky old self.

I had been trying to think of what I would share with you all today. Would it be about the weather, because that's changing constantly, would it be about a movie I had seen, or would it be about books. The list becomes long when I let my mind run rapid. (Which I may need to tone that down some.) Either way, I found myself just thinking about who cares. Who cares about the damn weather. We all know it's winter time, and unless you live in California or Florida, you probably know the forecast. Cold. Movie wise, there is so many that I recently watched that has me wanting to spill about all of them, but then I think, who cares about that, today.

Now, your wondering, what in the world is she rambling about. Get on with it. Well.. I thought I would tell you all that I think change is good. I took a big leap yesterday and this past week on trying to better myself. Finding the happy in myself, and finding the happy that I can share with others. I feel like we are always trying to sell ourselves in some sort of way, but do we look at who we truly are in the inside? We can share five hundred things about ourselves, but in reality do we just share what we want people to see.

The fake us? The people we think we have to be?

I thought of this, as I decided to post about the subject. I always share what I think you want to hear, then at times that fails. What I want to share is me. Share the ups and downs of real life.
I am a real person, and this is just me being me. I have been honored to see how many people read my crazy words. I never want to think that someone took the time out to hear me, but I didn't even pay attention.
Well, I do.
I pay attention. I see you on my facebook, my twitter, my blog. I watch and feel giddy as I see that you have read what I have said. You make me a better person. This blog post is about me telling you that I have a new lease on life, and that you have made that happen.

Thank you for reading my crazy thoughts, for wanting to read my next book, Enchanted Legacy, and trying to listen to all the songs I post for the playlist. I couldn't do this without you.

      -Always and Forever- Dee King

As I sat here working, I was thinking to myself about blogging. You are probably thinking I was thinking of what to say? No. Actually, I was thinking about authors and blogging. I am reminded of Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain, and many other older authors. How in the world did they make it as a writer back in the day? Most people could not even read, yet they had a very large "fan base." It amazes me the power of word. Word of mouth, words in a book, and now even words in a text. I have no clue how so many authors before I have done this. I mean, I have a clue of course, just it is mind blowing. The amount of time that they must have put into writing had to be daunting to say the least. Now a days anyone who wants write. Can. Amazing, right? I have read some books that I thought how did this ever get published, and other books that have left you wanting more. I know writing the series I am writing scares me. To take on this task I must be crazy, but I felt one book would not tell the whole story. On that note I will leave you with a few thoughts....


     If you could live out your dream would you go for it or sit on the side watching others? Would you rather say you accomplished something in this life then to have said, I didn't even try?
Until tomorrow my friends,
    Dee King