It’s one thing to inspire a friend that you’ve known for a long time and know their likes/dislikes. It’s another thing to be inspiring to total strangers!

Inspiring Walkers

Last year I was tagged on instagram by this lovely young lady.

inspiring others to walk

#timetowalk#elcaminodesantiago#pilgrim#500miles#soblessed#inspiredby @andrawatkins and @cherylstrayed

4 weeks later she posted this picture:

she walked the whole way. inspiring

800km#camino#wedidit#catherdral#nowletswalktotheocean#finisterre

According to the the pictures she posted in between things were not always easy, but she finished her 800 km walk. Her journey – that I helped inspire –  inspires me.

Inspiring Bikers

biked the Natchez Trace. inspiring others

Reader Highlight: Ben Rivers biked past me on the Natchez Trace in 2014 then came to meet me at this event.

In February I received this message:

We are a group of 10 cyclists who are planning to travel the Natchez trace from Natchez Mississippi to Nashville Tennessee. I have loved your book. It is insightful, humorous to the point of hilarity, and yet very down to earth.
Thank you for the inspiration.
Paul Detrisac

And then in April:

What a hidden Gem the Natchez Trace is. We completed our bike ride without a flat among `10 bikers, quite a testament to the quality of pavement. I thought of your journey frequently during our trek and was inspired to move on. Before I left I read your book about Merry and Emmaline ” To live forever” What a masterpiece of weaving, past, present and future, into an exciting novel. I would like to complement you on your writing. Have a great year.
Paul Detrisac

Inspiration is around every corner. So go for a walk!

Who inspires you? Or who have you inspired? I’d love to hear from you in the comments here or we can connect on social media. The links to my accounts are at the top right of this page.

he wants to ride it

He climbed on it. Again. He wants to ride it All. The. Time.

While I despair. Steroid withdrawal has transformed me into a chronically fatigued version of Cruella Deville. Unspeakable thoughts stream from both mouth and fingers. If I’m not pimping books, I’m most likely ANGRY and in bed.

He wants to ride it anyway.

Bitchy thoughts diatribes don’t deter him. No shower for three days, because it’s too much freaking effort? He doesn’t care. When I draw the curtains, light candles and cocoon, he takes it as an invitation. To ride. And RIDE. AND RIDE.

I try to sleep through it. Because really, what else can I do? He’s oblivious. Determined even. He pumps and thrashes, brakes and grinds whatever my precarious state of mind.

Will MTM ever tire of his bike, now that he’s cleared to ride? I may never stop worrying, but I sure do hope I can find myself in the brain-fogged haze and exhaustion prednisone left in its wake.

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It’s criminal to complain about how I feel, given that I’m blessed with overall good health. I wasn’t prepared for the steroid aftermath. I’ve always been hormonally challenged. I should’ve known taking a drug that screws with my hormones would Cruella me. 

Still.

I’m not accustomed to almost constant super-charged PMS……….Which is what this feels like……….Don’t worry about me………..But please send your kind thoughts and well wishes to poor MTM. No wonder he wants to ride it all the time.

And speaking of TIRED………

city lit books

I’m in Chicago from 10 – 13 March. Three appearances only. Penny O’Neill gets my remaining time. She’s putting me up for the duration. I’m energized at the thought of giving her a hug.

If you’re in the Chicago area,
please stop by City Lit Books.
March 12. 6:30 – 7:30pm.

I’d love to meet you, to hear your stories and to inspire you to Make a Memory!