Actually Submitted an Article for Publication

Reflect on your process of choosing a publication outlet, writing an article, and submitting that article for review.How did you feel going into that process? How do you feel having done it? Will you do it again?

Wow! I actually submitted an article for publication! I really tried to drag my feet on this one. Really did not like the research. I kept looking and looking at different publishers. Mostly what I came up with where for books, then it progressed to magazines. A lot of them wanted seasoned authors, which obviously I am not, but I kept going. I thought I found one that I wanted to publish to, but after thinking about it and when I read my piece that I was going to submit, I did not feel comfortable. So, I started more research. I found one, but did not save the website address and then a few days later, I was searching ... again. Doing the part that I really don't like to do. That's what I've discovered about me. When I don't like doing something, I procrastinate, but then, because I feel I have to do it before I do anything else, nothing gets done. But I did, I actually did it! I revised my article a bit and added to it and then added a very short bio. I was nervous, felt myself getting anxious, but thought to myself, "They don't know me, I'll probably never meet them, so why am I so nervous?" I calmed down and pushed the "send" button. I am so proud of myself for actually getting it done. (I had initially thought that I wouldn't actually go through with it, but I did!
This is a big accomplishment for me. Even if it isn't published, I think the biggest part of this assignment was moving past our fear and removing some blocks ...and that's exactly what I did!

News Release

News Release

(rough draft)

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Coming in June, 2013

For more information contact:

LeeAnn Martin

10466 E. Yakima Street

Tucson, AZ 85747

520-247-9696   

Lmartin47@cox.net

Opening: A New Wellness Clinic

          Tucson, AZ – In June, 2013, a new Wellness Clinic, La Farfala,  will be opening in the Rita Ranch area. This spa and wellness clinic will be offering Hypnotherapy, Massage, EFT, spiritual coaching and rejuvenation, and more.  For those on a gluten free diet due in gluten sensitivity and celiac dis-ease, there will be offered gluten-free bakery products.

          This has been a vision for the owners, LeeAnn Martin, a hypnotherapist and her daughter, Alyssa Nelson, LMT. They are very excited to be bringing to this area a holistic center that offers so much for the peace of mind and rejuvenating the soul.  

          Come to experience a soulful journey, release, remove and rejuvenate. There will be meditation rooms available as well as meditation sessions. We will be adding more such as yoga and reiki.

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7-10 Minutes of Writing

 7-10 Minute Writing Assignment

Looking at a blank page when I’m supposed to be writing about anything that comes into my head is like telling someone not to think of something. That something is all you think about. With the blank page, that is all you see and nothing comes to mind. What to write about. There is so much that I could write about and don’t really know where to start or maybe which topic to write about. When I hear something being said, I think, I could write about that. Then, when I sit down to write, I think, what was it that I was going to write about? Well, it snowed this past Monday. I picked up my granddaughter from preschool and it was very cold and cloudy. The teacher had told me that there were big flakes falling and she let the kids go out in it. It doesn’t snow in the desert, at least it’s not supposed to. My granddaughter was absolutely thrilled. She’s 4 years old. We got home and it was snowing. It was beautiful. It reminded me of Minnesota days when I was a young girl. On a night that it would storm, in the morning, we would gather around the radio and wait to hear our school’s name announced. When it was, we exclaimed joy! Yay! We could go outside and place our footsteps into the newly fallen snow. Hear the crunch under our feet, feel the cold crisp air bite at our cheeks. It was glorious. I loved it. I miss the snow now. However, glad that I don’t have to drive in it. But as a child, snow has a mystical feeling, giving the look of a crystalline magic. All is so quiet, a sense of everything stopping and taking notice of the beauty in nature.

Inspiration

Writing Assignment

    Creative Writing Sample: Where do you seek inspiration in your daily life? How can you apply that inspiration to your writing? Does your inspiration guide your writing style? Does your writing style block your inspiration?

Inspiration comes from my memories, my thoughts and my feelings. When I  wake up in the morning and after meditation, I usually have an inner dialog going on and sometimes I write about that. I’ll have an “Ah-Ha” moment, and think about the inner dialog. I’ll know how I want to write, but once I get to work, I have a difficult time putting it on paper.

Movies can give me inspiration too. If there is just one line in the movie that strikes a cord within me, I’ll write about that. My writing is usually about my journey through life and anything that.

I definitely feel that my writing style is guided by my inspiration, but at the same time, my inspiration can block my writing. What I have in my mind, never seems to translate onto the paper.

Short Story

The Chair and The Lamp, A short story

The chair twirled around on its axis, ready for work. It loved to give support, but this seemed different. Being moved to another room? Going through two doors and into a dark room filled with boxes all around and an odd musty smell, “Where am I?” the Chair wondered.  It was lonely here and the chair thought about all that was given to the family that just now put him outside in a cold, dark room.

His thoughts wondered back to the first time he met his new home. It was a time of celebration and he remembered being in a box. A young girl had opened the box he was in. He was in parts but was put together so lovingly. At that moment he knew that he was going to be in a special place. He was rolled into a room and placed up to a desk. The desk had held a computer, a lamp, and all sorts of writing utensils. And the books, there were so many which all seemed to change as the young girl grew up.

As he was thinking of the past, he recalled Lamp. He did not like Lamp at first, as he was rather arrogant, or so the chair thought. Lamp would go on bragging about how he was the “light” and he was so much more important than all the other helpers the little girl had. Lamp illuminated everything! But Chair knew he gave the little girl support and was always there when she needed to rest and sit, to just relax or to do all her schoolwork. Chair knew he was important, but he could never get Lamp to admit it. Until one day …

The little girl was growing up and learning to use her mind in many ways. One day, as she was studying, she rubbed her head, and then closed her eyes, leaned back on Chair, rested her head against the back, and then reached over and … turned Lamp off.

Chair had sensed that the girl was a bit troubled and just gave her the support, helping her gently and letting the girl release all of her tension into the leather. The Chair just let the tension and energy flow through and out onto the floor. Once Lamp was turned back on, he demanded to know what Chair had done. Chair explained that people, though the light is what they seek, once in while they need to calm and quiet their minds and go inside, in the dark, with strong and gently support so that the light can once again shine. Lamp realized then that the Chair had knowledge and a purpose just as important. From that day forward, they talked about what each was sensing and experiencing.

Chair was brought back to his awareness of his surroundings. Having dozed off, he had not realized that there had been movement under him and he was once again in a room at the desk he remembered and then he heard Lamp say, “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

Chair looked up and saw familiar pictures on the wall, the desk, and his friend. There were changes, they always seemed to happen, but this particular time it was a big change. He had fallen asleep while focusing on his past and had missed what had currently happened. They had changed the location and were now in an unfamiliar place, but the little girl, now grown, walked into the room, turned the chair, sat down and twirled around just like she used to when she was small. Joy filled the room.

BIO

LeeAnn is a certified hypnotherapist and is currently studying at the Southwest Institute for Healing Arts.

This educational pursuit is fulfilling a lifelong dream of using her abilities to lead people in the direction of their dreams and into their own greatness.

 Using hypnosis and EFT she assists in releasing emotional blocks and moves people to connect with their higher source.  Having had a very memorable out of body experience at the age of nine, she knew there was more to life than what she was being told. As she grew older, she had dreams that came true, even as quickly as the next day. Growing up in an emotionally abusive home, her intuitive qualities were put aside as she struggled through depression. Taking classes in Emotional Freedom Techniques, Science of Mind classes, reading and studying the Law of Attraction, she slowly made her way into formal training and overcame her depression.

Graduating in 2013 and with over 25 years of personal experience behind her, she is ready to lead you to magnificence!

thoughts on family and changes

I was watching The Bachlorette the other day, first time this season with Ashley and I was intrigued by the guys saying that their parents opinions matter. Their sisters and mother would have to like her. I agree totally. It makes for a much happier family situation. I thought back on my family. My dad came from a large catholic family and my mom was not catholic. She did not convert and her future sisters-in-law did not approve, nor did they attend the wedding (with the exception of my Aunt Marie who was rather young at the time). It made me think that maybe my parents should not have gotten married. It made for a difficult situation and, in spite of having a big family on my dad's side, I feel I have no family. I don't know my cousins and I have many of them. It's sad. It was hard on us kids, or at least me. I don't know my brothers view on it, I can only know mine. But I felt like an outcast - even growing up when we first moved to CA from MN. I always got the feeling they didn't think I was as good as the other cousins. I also felt that because they didn't like my mother, she didn't like them either and as a result separated (estranged) us from my dad's family. Bottom line, I don't feel I have family. That makes me feel alone.

The next thought about changes came to me when I was driving into work this morning. I was thinking about people changing. Some people think that peope just don't change. (I've heard people make comments about that). Well, they do change. That's what life is all about - change. Either people change for the better or worse. Even if people seem to not change, I believe they still do. If someone is negative, they usually get worse and it may appear to be stagnation, but they still change. People in a rut change, they keep making the rut deeper.

I started to imagine, for me anyway, that I am trying to make changes within myself. It's like being in a deep well and I keep struggling to get out. The walls of the well are earth and there are roots from plants poking through. I grab the earthen walls and try to climb out, but I just don't seem to make any progress. All that I manage to do is pull dirt out on top of me and the roots I grab just break and fall on the ground at my feet. There are even rocks that I grab, they pull loose too and there is nothing to hold onto. But then just as I feel as if all hope is lost, I look up towards the top of the well, I see the sky and I see that the distance is shorter. I look at the ground below my feet and all the dirt, rocks, and roots that I have grabbed are piling up below me. I feel a surge of hope so I keep going ....