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Monday, March 23, 2015

Writing Challenge - Day 4






 "To thine ownself be true."--My mother, Grace Della Donna
*Okay, it was Shakespeare. But I heard it from my mother first. I'm just saying.*




Recently I made the decision to let go of Griefcase.net.

Griefcase.net was the website I founded back in 2004 supporting individuals going through the grief process.

What began as a blog honoring celebrity widows more than ten years ago offering words of encouragement and ways to turn upside down smiles right side up again fast developed into a large following of men and women newly-widowed. Before I knew it, Griefcase.blogspot.com had morphed into a real website offering shared tips and advice for an individual mourning the loss of their loved one.

Following that, I created an online confidential bereavement group.

Then came a newsletter and cable t.v. show.

As I rolled merrily along, I kept my hand moving. I dared myself each step of the way to honor my husband, Ed Sclier, fulfill my promise, and to write my book, A Gift of Love, A Widow's Memoir.

For a lot of years it felt good writing for free and serving other widows and widowers.

It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

It was my way of giving back to a community of men and women in their greatest hour of need.

But now that my book is written and my promise fulfilled, my small voice calls out to me to write about other things and do other things.

It reminds me of my dream to own a home.

It says, spend time doing the things you enjoy most; spend more time with family and friends; it says, turn on the heart light, perhaps fall in love, again.

My small voice says, "You have permission."

At this time, I envision a new dream. I see a move in my future; perhaps a house in the country, or a stately building with skylight view in a different city.

Today I ponder beloved widow friend, BK's advice,

"Linda, go where you have never gone before."


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
"Come journal with me;
Your book is yet to be."


P.S. It's time to fingerhug your pen and write something. Go ahead, I dare you.


Words for Inspiration:

In 1916 master architect Frank Lloyd Wright went to Tokyo to supervise construction of the Imperial Hotel, a magnificent building he designed to withstand earthquakes. Wright brought his son John with him, and as John watched workers move the huge interlocking beams required for the foundation, he came up with an idea for a construction toy. When he returned to America, John created one of the first building toys--and one of the most popular toys ever: Lincoln Logs.



Sunday, March 22, 2015

New Beginnings



Never let anyone steal your joy.





It's a new day, day 3 of writer friend, SG's, 100 daily writing challenge.

My new notebook grows fat with juicy words, delicious gossip and hidden secrets. I purchased a new notebook especially for this writing challenge. It feels good to crack the spine, fold it flat, and sniff the page. It is a new beginning.

Today I type facing my new desktop monitor. It is an ASUS 24" monitor. This new monitor is something I purchased from a computer store in Yonkers for $189.

My old monitor proved useless and demanding. I must admit, it morphed into a pig. From the start, it didn't work. When I least expected, it would fade to black. Just about the time I'd given up to move forward with the purchase of a new monitor, it would turn on. I tolerated the erratic monitor behavior for more than four years. Yesterday I trashed it. This new monitor marks a new beginning.

Friday marked the first day of spring. Spring is that calendar event saying winter is done.

Winter was tough this year. Snow fell. And fell. And fell.

For seemingly endless weeks, the air was frigid and everyone wished to be someplace warm, right after they trampled Phil the groundhog.

But Friday, that first day of spring, snow fell. And fell. And fell.

What began in late morning as a flutter of fine flakes, lasted into late evening becoming a blanket of white.

From a seat with panoramic window view, I watched as roads filled thick with snow. It was as if old man winter had wagged its frosted fickle finger one last time at those of us who dared think he was done.

But today is a new day.

The air is fresh and the sky is clear and bright. And like the snow storm that just as wildly blew in and softly departed, like it or not, old man winter is showing signs of fatigue, a positive sign that at long last spring is here.

I am grateful for this new day; I am grateful for my new desktop monitor. I am grateful for mustering the courage to dump the old one. Finally. I am grateful for signs of spring, SA and her 100 daily writing challenge, and most definitely I am grateful for you dear reader.

Thank you for reading and being a part of my story.

Here's to new beginnings.


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna


Writing Tip:

Has someone betrayed you? If so, don't get angry. Get pen. Make that individual a character in your next novel. Think of the fun it will be to cover that person in snot, vomit, or blood. Writing is fun.

Writing Quote:

"Write whatever you want, so long as it is the truth."--Stephen King