This was the year I began by choosing a word to encourage my forward progress. I chose the word devoted. I hadn’t done that before and it seemed like an interesting idea. It was a question proposed by an instagram … Read More
How do you plan your travels? Do you take notebook sized paper in a folder? Do you take a binder with all your info? Do you take a presentation folder with multiple pockets? These are all ways I have created … Read More
The truth about self care is that it is as much what you don’t do as what you do do. A couple of years ago I heard Danielle LePorte speak. Her” Desire Map” began with an idea, “How do you … Read More
I have to admit right off the bat I am no expert on writing a synopsis. I come to it more from a screenwriter/playwrite point of view. I have had a few conversations with my brother about it and I … Read More
July 1st I begin summer school for me. If you follow me on instagram or facebook you may know I went back to college a few years ago. I am making my way through the classes I need to fulfill … Read More
This week I am directing you to an older post but no less timely. I will be in this position again next year…I swear just last week she was this size. Visit here: https://angeliquelamour.com/push-let-go-college-dropoff/ Share this:
I grew up surrounded by books. The soundtrack to my life was a typewriter. The keys clicking steadily, then quickening, depending on what was happening in any given story. I first typed around the age of 6 months –dad would … Read More
Summer School, Summer Camp, Summer Travel, Summer Plans! I am busy making plans for my three months of what I consider summer. June, July and August. I am taking a break from coaching but if you want to be on … Read More
Writing inspiration comes from unexpected places. Sometimes, weather, music, perfume will transport us to another place and time. Sometimes those same senses can help us in our writing. Those are terrific helpmates when we are expanding an idea. But what … Read More
We went home again, my brother, my mother, and me. And it was weird. We moved from that little house, full of joy, when I was 9 in 1973. The house remained ours for almost 2 more years as we … Read More