Happy Pride ๐ŸŒˆ


(Author’s Note: I was almost positive I shared this at the beginning of the month, but apparently I have been extremely distracted. Pain will do that to you. My apologies.)

Happy Pride to the entire LGBTQ+ community. ๐ŸŒˆโค๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒˆ

Since many of us are still waiting to see how our respective states, cities, towns, provinces, and countries respond to each phase of re-opening (I’m paying attention to the numbers, and I’m still predominantly in a state of quarantine. I legitimately have no place I need to be until August. I won’t lie; I desperately need a hair cut and *might* give in if I can score an appointment locally, especially if I’m already out for groceries or something along those lines. My stylist isn’t back to work yet, but my cut is very easy for anyone with experience to do. I’m afraid I’ll order scissors on Amazon and truly screw it up. I’ve had weird dreams where my vivid red hair is six different colors and the cut is something I’d never ask for in a million years.), I hope you’ll take a few minutes to explore how Pride Month is celebrated in Tel Aviv. I’ll see if I can find the footage on YouTube. It is the ONLY celebration in not just the Middle East, but in the majority of the Eastern world. People come from all over the world to celebrate their right to freely live and love. The first time I saw it, I found it beautifully mesmerizing.ย 

Love IS Love. I’ve never questioned this. Acceptance of others is a choice. I choose to live and let live, without judgment (Though, there are some days that end in a Y where I DO have moments of frustrated intolerance. Mostly with fools.).ย 

Celebrate safely. Bright Blessings to you all. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Pinstripe Pride

When your team goes to London and utterly crushes the Red Sox. ๐ŸŽ‰ ๐Ÿ˜‚

London Stadiumย is clearly intended for soccer, but it’s a hitter’s park for baseball. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ If you’re not from North America, feel free to Google the reference.ย 

I’m proud to see MLB represented in the United Kingdom. Two amazing games. Plus, each team presented Prince Harry and the Duchess of Sussex with adorable jerseys for their son. ๐Ÿ˜Šย 

The Writer’s Only Responsibility

โ€œThe writer’s only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ is worth any number of old ladies.โ€
โ€•William Faulkner

It’s Okay To Disagree With The Thoughts

โ€œIt’s okay to disagree with the thoughts or opinions expressed by other people. That doesn’t give you the right to deny any sense they might make. Nor does it give you a right to accuse someone of poorly expressing their beliefs just because you don’t like what they are saying. Learn to recognize good writing when you read it, even if it means overcoming your pride and opening your mind beyond what is comfortable.โ€
โ€•Ashly Lorenzana

Right Now


Sometimes, the most important thing I need is silence. Having finished that hellacious read-through, I am glad to be able to be done with it and be able to put it behind me. One of the most important things I have learned about reading a truly raw manuscript is that as a writer, I truly know what works and what doesn’t. This particular client seems to only want people to kiss his ass and tell him how fabulous his work is. I have to be honest. There were some well-written parts on the character end of things, but mostly I felt like someone had handed me half of a book, or maybe even a third of it, and said “What do you think of this? I want lots of feedback.” All I could think at the end was “What the fuck did I MISS here?!” I later learned he’d hired several other people to read different sections of the book, as opposed to hiring ONE person to read the entire book. Yeah, that’s more than half-assed to me, but whatever. Not my monkeys, not my circus.

Since that job came to a close, it’s given me some time to respond to e-mails and look over my own manuscript. I sat here earlier reading the first few chapters and was so immersed in the story, I forgot who’d written it. That is the mark of a great story teller. If I can completely forget it’s my own work, I have done something really special. I saved some extra bits I wrote, and exited the program with a smile on my face.

In a completely non-arrogant, non-cocky way, these past two jobs have shown me that I am not a hack. I’m experienced, I have talent, and I know how to put a story together. Yes, some people write their first book and totally knock it out of the park, and others write in different genres for YEARS before they ever write their first book. I think the most important thing is that I see who I am now, very clearly, and I’m proud of that person, that writer. I have grown. I’ve exceeded my own expectations, and that’s truly something special.

I look forward to what each job brings me in terms of self-awareness because I might be helping other writers polish their work, but what I’m really doing is shining my own diamond. I’m proud of book one, and I am proud of the progress I am making on the other books as well. The fact that a few months ago, I was questioning my own progress, education, experience, and writing ability seems so ridiculous to me.

No, I didn’t go to Harvard to “be a writer” (Harvard was NEVER my dream.), but I’m also not lacking in anything. Everyone’s journey is different, and that’s okay. People can criticize me, and they can say what they will, but at the beginning and end of each day, I know who I am.

I’m many things, but in the grand scheme of it all…I AM A WRITER. Color me discovered!ย 


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