3 Ways to Manage a Sleep Deprived Overac

3 Ways to Manage a Sleep Deprived Overactive Mind. Thanks to Happy Hangup for the guest spot. http://ow.ly/THpHd

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Beta read my eBook and receive a free copy of the new version

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Beta read my eBook and receive a free copy of the new version!

This book was written in a day and sent out into the big bad world in August 2014. I wanted to prove to myself that I could complete a task that seemed insurmountable and I was really proud that I did it.

Now I want to refine the book, take it up a notch and make it a really valuable resource for everyone.

I’ve started but need your help. Click the link below and download your free copy of the current version. Send me 3 things that you think I can improve on/edit/remove and if you think there is something that needs to be said, but I haven’t, tell me 🙂

Your help will give me the chance to rocket this little manifesto off with a bang.

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Thanks,

Miriam Miles

4 Common Sense Reasons it can benefit you to Self-Publish

Outstanding encouragement and a timely reminder that publishing attitudes have changed and we can move with the times.

Pearls Before Swine

Crazy Woman Drinking Wine

Twenty years ago, a book followed a routine process: You poured your heart and soul into a manuscript and when you finished it, you started calling agents and editors who most likely told you to send them a query letter. Next step was usually a book proposal, and a few sample chapters. Then the waiting game started, usually ending with disappointment. On the other hand, the option to self-publish was there, but it had a certain stigma; a stigma that still exists today: “Your book isn’t really published because you couldn’t get it accepted by a “real publisher”. A real publisher? Excuse me for not laughing my butt off, are we not  human beings? Or are Self-Publishers merely robots? Or are Traditional Publishers too foolish to know that the only difference between a Traditional Publisher and a Self-Publisher is that the Self-Publisher does everything themselves? Anyone can be a publisher.

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#WW Staying Focused as a Writer

Writing about writer problems must be in the air Shannon. Wrote my own thoughts today! Main point – think backwards when planning your schedule to get your book into print. Helps to keep the steps in order and stops me forgetting smaller points along the way. Great post by the way 😊

Shannon A Thompson

#WW Staying Focused as a Writer

Staying focused. It sounds simple but is all too complicated for many. It’s different for every writer, but I’ve recognized quite a few common stressors among authors. Some get overwhelmed by finding time to write and manage social media. Others can’t finish a novel without another one sneaking up on them. Some even ditch novels altogether. Like I said, it’s different for everyone, and there are many reasons behind the variety of #writerproblems out there. (Hence why there is an actual hashtag for such things.)

So, today, I wanted to discuss one I deal with as well as the ways I’ve kept myself in check over the years, but I would love to hear about how you manage your writing!

My issue is completing a novel when a new one suddenly demands my attention.

How are we supposed to concentrate on such a beautiful day? How are we supposed to concentrate on such a beautiful…

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Invitation to participate in a survey for my book on mental illness and the church

Hello,

I don’t normally write my blogs like a letter, but today I want to. Because today I would like to ask you a question.

I am working on a book about mental illness and how Christians, in particular, feel they are treated/supported/not supported by their leadership in their church community. I want to see if there is a correlation between Christians leaving mainstream churches (which seems to be happening all over the world, and in every denomination) and the person having a diagnosed mental illness.

So, I have created a couple of surveys. Would you like to participate? You might be a leader in a church who has had a person under your supervision, who also has a diagnosed mental illness. Or, you might be that person with the diagnosed mental illness and been in, or are still in, a leadership role in your church community.

I am looking for any age, gender and cultural background and any denomination of the Christian religion. I hope to survey at least 100 people to see if this issue is valid and worth presenting my ideas to the community. I also want to see if church leaders are actively working on this problem and if we can collaborate and come up with strategies to help both leaders in churches and people who want to be involved in church leadership.

I appreciate your time, and that you’ve taken the time to read my invitation. If you would like to participate, you can either leave me a comment in the thread here with your contact details or email me at uniquefrequencies@gmail.com

Please feel free to share this invitation with anyone that you feel would be keen to participate and if you’d like to know more about why I am writing this book, just ask 😀

Cheers,

Miriam Miles

A letter to my grandmother

You passed away today. The funny thing is, that you weren’t actually my grandmother, not biologically. But you decided to accept me as your grandchild, something a young child never fully understands until many years later.

I sit here, wondering if I have any regrets: things I should have done differently; said differently. Times I should have spent with you but for whatever reason at the time, chose not to.

I could live in this space and get swallowed by the quicksand of ‘should haves’ but if I do, I may never break free. I cannot spend my time tracking the wallowing mud into my heart’s house, and I do not believe that you would want me to live out even a day in regret.

Mind you, it’s so easy to sit down and begin the journey into the past, neglecting the good moments and focussing on the ones that could have been. I wasn’t always kind to you; wasn’t always understanding, and certainly did not give you the respect a grandmother probably always deserves.

As a teen, I am certain I caused you heartache, never fully comprehending the magnitude that is taking on someone else’s child as your own family. I am not sure, that even at 40, I really understand it now.

But this is what you did. You, my grandfather, and the rest of the family, accepted that I came along as part of the deal. Many times I recall the story of Pa taking me down the street and introducing me as his granddaughter.

I remember the old house in Young, too. Dark heavy bricks, a fortress in the front where you could hide. Cool and inviting on a hot day, a spot to see the lay of the land. Dad and his brothers and sister must have played in this garden, sat on this wall, hid amongst these bricks.

This was a place of safety away from the things little girls cannot come to terms with.

A father who leaves, knowingly shying away from the responsibility of fatherhood. A man who becomes a father, willingly embracing a child that will never resemble his family line. A family who take in their stride a frightened little girl who wants to protect her mother and wants to fall in love with this man who holds her mother so tight.

These are the small things that my mind has held its grip on. A sadness hangs in the spaces where memories should be, but until eternity, may never be filled. The reasons are unclear but the stillness rattles around in these empty spaces. I am sure that there were many conversations that have been muted and I wonder what we talked about in those early days.

But I do remember trees, glistening orange and gold, touched by the autumn suns fingertips. I remember the question. I remember your answer, as these bronzed soldiers stood tall in ever occurring lines as we whizzed by. Poplars. It’s autumn and they are deciduous trees. I remember thinking that deciduous might be the most fantastic word I had ever heard. Their leaves will float away soon when the water begins to shiver and their trunks will still stand tall like grecian columns. Then, their insides will begin to burst forth, budding green fingers laced with soft tendrils and once again, new life will settle in their arms.

Poplars

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This memory may now be coloured by my own language, but it is one of just a few that shall remain locked away for safe keeping, and is one of the most potent memories I have: one that is often polished and maintained as I drive past another stand of poplars.

I do wish more of my memories were as well kept and not like the photo-like image I have of the two of us standing in your little apartment, where you introduced me to cauliflower cheese, a dish I still enjoy, and your diaries, where you recorded anecdotal information about your life. I have no memory of conversation, just these two images and the taste of creamy cauliflower melting in my mouth.

I expect this singular moment has impacted my desire to write. I thought you were so cool. A writer! I’ve no idea if I’ve ever read a word, but to me, you must have been a writer, to have penned so many words! I was in awe. Maybe one day I will take those words and bring them back into the light while I sit quietly and ponder a life I knew only too little.

For now though, I must settle with my trees. Goodnight sweet lady. May your days be full of autumn leaves.