Have you ever had the feeling some things in your life happens for a reason?  That the stars align and through purposeful destiny, a series of accidents snowball into a life-changing event.  You can’t explain it.  You don’t even know how it happened and if you tried to will it to happen again, it wouldn’t be the same.  And the only way to understand it is to simply call it “fate.”  Now I know that the term gets thrown around a lot.  We tend to call everything, from finding a twenty dollar bill on our way to work to having our favorite sports team win a monumental championship, fate.  But when it comes to love, fate does exist.  I believe it as strongly as I breath.   It’s that unexplainable feeling you get when you lock eyes with someone across a crowded room and you feel the strange sensation of butterflies in your stomach when you speak to him for the first time.  It may be that you meet him in an unlikely place like the grocery store or the laundromat, when you least expect it (and when you are dressed in sweatpants, wearing no makeup and your hair is up in a ponytail).  It may be at a work function.  The same work function you seriously contemplated blowing off to spend a quiet evening alone, snuggled underneath a blanket on your living room sofa watching movies.  Then because of a change of heart (or guilt from your co-worker), you decide, at the last minute, to go and by the end of the night, you are so glad you did because it’s there that you meet the most wonderful person. The one who walks you to your front door and calls you the very next day just to talk.  It’s the beginning of something lasting.

Fate is a romantic notion and some people dismiss it as nothing more than a mythical notion, just like the questionable existence of unicorns.  Well, I happen to find unicorns beautiful and I believe in them, just like I still believe in dreams at the end of a rainbow and anything, for that matter, that makes me hopeful.   I’ve learned that not everything in life is under our control.  We are not always the driver of our own destiny.  Sometimes, we need to let go of the reigns and give in to the inevitable journey that fate puts us on.

I’ve learned that, sometimes, you have to believe in unicorns and rainbows.  Who knows! You might just find that when you reach the end of it, the love of your life might very well be waiting there for you.


The OMG Test

As I’ve said many times on this blog, I love the Indie Author community.  I’ve had the opportunity to meet such wonderful and talented chick lit writers through my own writing journey.  Pippa Frank is certainly one of those authors.  I asked her to write a guest blog post for my site and she graciously agreed.  Her post is below.  I hope you enjoy it!
The OMG Test:
I started writing ‘The OMG Test’ almost ten years ago. Life got in the way, but I’m delighted to be able to introduce Olivia and co to readers at last. It’s been a rollercoaster journey, with plenty of blood (my fingers felt like they were bleeding with all the typing), sweat (not very glamorous, I know) and tears (plenty of). I’ve detailed my writing journey in my blog.
I’m working on my second novel, which will be published in the spring. After taking so long to get there with the first book, the prospect of having two books out in a short space of time is amazing! It’s nerve-wracking but exciting too. I’m loving the whole experience, and can’t imagine not writing. It’s been my dream for as long as I can remember to write books that readers will hopefully enjoy.
I’d love to hear from readers and other writers, and can be found on the following links. Please drop by and say hello!
Love Pippa x


Say It Ain’t So, Phil

I live in New York and for the past two weeks, I haven’t seen the surface of my sidewalk.  The snow is piling high up outside of my home and the world that I know is covered in white (or grey, depending on how long the snow has been stepped on, or yellow, depending on dog walking schedules).  So I looked forward to . . .  correction, I longed for February 2nd to come along, hoping that a little furry groundhog would poke its head out and give me the good news.  I was hoping to have visions of roses in bloom, the smell of freshly cut green grass and the warmth of balmy, sunny days.  But alas, Phil did no such thing!  Instead, he broke my heart.  How could it be?  Six more weeks of winter!!!   I thought we were friends, Phil.  I thought we had something going, you and I.  I thought we had, at least, an understanding.  It was so simple, really.  You wouldn’t see your shadow and spring would come early.  It was supposed to be a win-win situation here.  But instead, I’m left looking forward to temperatures below freezing, endless days of snow and hats, scarfs and silly mittens.   

I hope we can get passed this, Phil.  I suppose I can learn to forgive you. Who knows?  Maybe, in time, we can be friends, once again.

Until then, all I can do is cry out “Why???”