Thursday, December 13, 2012

Living in the Light, by Lacey West

Living in the Light is a beautiful look at what is and what might be.  

Lacey takes a straight forward look at depression and then fearlessly goes through what it is and how to get past it.  

In this troubled world, there are doubtless many souls who could relate to the feelings of doom, hopelessness and emptiness that so commonly are related to depression.  This nonthreatening look at depression allows anyone experiencing symptoms, or anyone who knows someone who is, navigate their way to a brighter future.

For me, I found it something of a textbook for understanding.  I shy away from psychology for the most part, maybe from my utter lack of knowledge on the subject, but I found this book approachable.  Lacey does a great job of explaining without inundating the reader with long terms and doctor vocabulary.  In fact, it made it so much easier for me to understand what it's like for those who suffer in this way.

It gave me a sense of compassion.  A better understanding.  
And for that, I am grateful to Lacey for writing such a thought-provoking book.

If you would like to meet Lacey West's blog or find her book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble, you won't be disappointed.  This is a gorgeous gift for Christmas, or something you might want to pick up for yourself.  

We could all use a little reminder to Live in the Light.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Two seconds

It's all I'm gonna take.  As I've steeped in my job as a teacher, the part-time full-time job that has successfully taken me away from writing until January, I've contemplated if it means I've stopped being an author. 

Does it?

The last book I wrote I finished in July.  Since then, I've only written a couple chapters of a new book.  I've been too busy to get into it all the way.

But I will.  I'm convinced.

In the meantime, did I stop being an author?

Shrug.  Not sure.

Thanks to all you writers  out there who have nudged me into at least doing book reviews.  It's the least author-ly thing, but it's something.

I still want it.  Writing is like a dream always waiting to come true.  I can't stop wishing for it.  It's with me even when I don't have time to spend with it.  The ghost that haunts me, and I don't mind at all. 

Anyone out there going through something like this?  Can't wait to "get back in the saddle."

Signing out, from the once-author hoping to be an author again soon.