You’d have thought I was going on Oprah

By |2024-02-09T15:57:43-08:00Oct. 18, 2011|

The second I finished the first draft of this post, the fearsome pictures arrived. Thank God—and Goddess (a photographer who, like my book/web designer, is improbably named Shannon)—they are great! But if you’d watched the lead-up to our shoot, you’d have thought I was going to be shot—or on Oprah, a prospect now relegated permanently to daydream land. Far short of a trembling-in-my-boots Oprah turn, I worked myself into a royal swivet over having my picture taken, frivolous as that sounds…

Suzanne vs. a virtual tsunami (or to tweet or not to tweet…)

By |2024-02-09T16:39:25-08:00Jun. 6, 2011|

So here’s one of those weird, hard book-related things I said I’d talk about: I’ve been drowning in a sea of way too much information about social media marketing. It’s all the rage, of course, to use Facebook, Twitter & friends to hawk whatever you’re selling to your ideal market. And it’s all the rage for the slew of folks who say they can help you hawk to be hawking there too.

It’s all the rage, yet I’m enraged by the virtual flood I invited and didn’t dare call a halt to. I didn’t dare because it’s way past time, they tell me, to let people know about my wares—the book that’s almost ready to head for the printer. That’s the book that hasn’t been touted via fan page or tweet. A book by that soon-to-be-author who’s not gotten around to getting on board. But here’s the scary thing: it seems I don’t want to get on board, not in the usual way anyway.…

Hold the spinach, bring on the tears

By |2024-02-09T16:36:59-08:00May. 30, 2011|

I am blessed beyond words, crazy blessed—always have been—and I am having a really hard time right now. A few days ago a monster storm knocked down a lot of our trees, gouging lawn and just-mulched garden. There’s a huge dent in my new car—again. Matters too personal to share prompted a big cry yesterday. Publishing challenges persist, this morning’s being an email from a well-known author saying she hasn’t time to read (and as I’d hoped, endorse) my book.

But I am not here today to kvetch about the petty details of my mostly great life (maybe another time). I am here because I believe that sharing with you how difficult gratitude can sometimes be for me might help you feel less guilty too.…

Finding my outrageous voice

By |2024-02-09T16:41:34-08:00May. 23, 2011|

Thank you, dear reader, for showing up at my new Monday morning health practice. Granted, it’s not as calorie-burning or heart-strengthening as jogging—blogging. But if I let it, this start-of-the-week writing ritual will connect me with myself, and with you, at the level of heart. These words I write can strengthen that beautiful blood-red muscle at the core of both of our beings. And it is the core of ourselves, our deepest values, greatest fears, and most precious desires, that interests me above all else. Who are we? Why the hell are we here? And what are we going to do to make a difference?…

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