About Moxie Girl Musings

Moxie Girl Musings is about starting over from square one after tragedy impacted my young family. It's filled with stories of triumph, struggle, snafus, hopes, and dreams. Sometimes there will be features from other writers that I like and every so often I'll include an original short story, but normally I simply write what's on my mind at the time. Welcome to my unfiltered true-life story as I figure out this thing called life. http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Saturday, December 2, 2017

A Grateful Goodbye


I started this blog in 2009. At the time, I didn't know what the hell I was doing in any aspect of my life. I took the concept of winging it and made it a lifestyle. I felt lonely, afraid, and beaten. I had nearly given up on writing when a friend pushed me to start a blog. I didn't really want to, didn't know if I had anything to say. I simply wrote from the heart about being a young widow with two small kids, about raising children without a partner, about sticking my foot into the dating world only to quickly yank it back it again, and so many other things. The response was welcoming. In fact, because of the love of strangers, my confidence grew. I published not one but close to thirty books since then--and I firmly believe this blog is what helped me do that.

But now my life is different. I don't want to open my heart in that way any longer because it doesn't serve me to do so. Whatever demons I once had have been exiled to the ether. I have three author names now--Amber Lea Easton, Dakota Skye, and Cassidy Springfield. They are now my main focus. Because of that success, I need to shutter some of my personal life so that it belongs only to me. Perhaps the creativity of my writing is spurred on by the very pain and life experiences that once fueled this blog. Sure, I'll still be vulnerable on my Kisses, Caresses, Whispers in the Night blog, but the time for Moxie Girl Musings to retire has come.

If you want to find fresh content, please check out my author blogs listed below or follow me on Twitter or Facebook that you can find on the sidebar. If you're into Instagram, just look me up as amberleaeaston. And, if you don't, that's okay, too. I appreciate all the time you've given me in the past and wish you well.

I want to express my gratitude for all of you who have remained on this journey with me all of this time. We have shared tears and triumphs. I am eternally grateful. I wish you all green lights and happily ever afters.

Peace to you.


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Who is that Woman in the Mirror? #Women #LifeisStrange #Inspiration

As a mom, it's easy to lose ourselves in the lives of our children. Somewhere between picking out pre-schools to visiting college campuses, the woman we once knew has become a stranger.

Selling the family home, sorting through nineteen years' worth of memories, packing up and heading out to a new state all alone has jarred some things loose within me. Some days are so blissful I can't stop smiling and dancing around the room full of ideas. Other days I'm washed over by a tidal wave of loneliness where I miss the hectic school schedules--and even miss being called mom a hundred times a day (something I never thought I'd miss). But, mostly, I'm mesmerized by the process of meeting myself again.

It's weird just being me again after so long. There are days that feel incredibly surreal to me as I adjust to this new normal. I'm meeting people as Amber again rather than Ben or Bree's mom. I'm learning what I like and what I don't--often amazed at how those things have changed now that I am not taking anyone else into consideration when making a decision. I've also realized that shedding the mom identity makes me vulnerable.

Do I know how to be myself? What does that even mean?

For the past twenty-one years, I met other people through the kids. As a stay-at-home mom and then an author, my outside life has been limited to the kids' activities. My social connections were people I knew from swim team or lacrosse. The few other friends I had outside of that scene fell away over the years for whatever reason--let's call it evolution of life.

When I used to think of sending the kids off to college, I imagined still being married to Sean and traveling, being a couple again where we could indulge in those 'someday' fantasies we'd had when we first got married. But I'm a widow so it's a bit different, but it's all good.

I look in the mirror and see a woman who has survived a helluva lot. I see some gray hair mixed in with the blonde. My eyes are a deeper blue and always seem to look a bit sad even if I don't feel that way. I'm quieter than my twenty-something self. I'm calmer than my thirty-something self. I am more tolerant than my early forty-something self. I'm more optimistic than the self I was a year ago.

I avoided mirrors for a long time. I hated seeing someone I didn't know--and didn't like. I used to see someone defeated and lost so I avoided eye contact with myself. If I had to put on mascara, I'd focus on the lash because I didn't want to look myself in the eye. If I did, I'd cry. The struggle had beaten me up and worn me out. My hands would shake with the effort to keep control of my emotions. Daily. Perhaps that's why I avoided the mirror--my inner spirit or the woman I once was couldn't stand to see me that way.

C'mon, Amber, fight.

And I did fight. I fought hard. Life was a perpetual battle field for years and I was tired of the endless war.

Eye contact was a definite no-no. If I needed to look in the mirror, it needed to be quick--like a skittish fox peeking out of its den to see if it was safe to venture out.

Now I sometimes catch my own eye and pause for a minute. I look without cringing away or feeling sad like I used to a year ago. Instead, I am filled with a sense of acceptance and gratitude for still being alive.

I see myself clearly for the first time in many years. I see a woman who is starting fresh. I see a woman who dances again. I see a woman who has many brand new friends. I see a woman who is embracing discovery every single day. I see a woman who now says yes to adventure and who seizes the why not mentality with gusto. I see a woman who is building an empire. I see a woman who thinks of those strands of gray mixed with the blonde as sassy silver streaks. I see hope.

The past few years were incredibly traumatic. Since being here, I have woken up screaming from a nightmare that was only terrifying because I'd been remembering rather than dreaming. Reality can often be more horrifying than fantasy. Sometimes the trauma washes over me like a tsunami of sorrow and crushes me to the ground. But that's okay...I now have time to deal with the pain, to claim it, to allow it to wash through me so I can let it go. For good.

You see, when I was consumed with being a mom and holding everything together--convinced I needed to always be strong--a lot of horrible crap got shoved down deep in my soul. I'm in a safe place now, a secure place in my life, and it's just as okay for me to indulge in despair when I need to as it is for me to dance in bliss for the first time in far too long.

That's the beauty of being alone and having the freedom to make peace with my past. I can do whatever the hell I want. I can be whomever I choose to be in any given moment. No apologies or excuses.

This is my time to reconnect with the woman I am and discover the woman I am meant to become. I have the power to make my next chapter the best chapter. It's pretty amazing to finally figure that out.

Peace to you.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

I May Be Older But I Am Far From Over #EmptyNester #Inspiration

Back in 2010, I started this blog as a way to tip my toe back into the world. I'd been a wounded widow struggling to balance grief with solo-parenting in a community that showed zero compassion. To say I felt beat up by life would be an understatement--my confidence was all but destroyed and this blog was a way to ease back into life. Over the past seven years I've written about seeing those kids grow into young adults, about being both mom and dad, about changing friendships and loss.

I stopped blogging for awhile almost two years ago. Oh, I'd try to force myself back into it every now and then but my heart wasn't in it. I stopped everything for awhile actually as life became too big and messy for me to find the words. Health issues arose that scared me and sent me into a spiral of fear. What would happen to the kids if I died? They'd be orphans. Yes, they were now both over 18, but they'd have no living parent if I died.

To make matters worse, I looked around and realized I no longer had a confidante. I was 100% alone. Nothing in my life suited me anymore--not the community where I lived, the clothes I owned, the house I called home, or the acquaintances that colored my life like dark shadows.

With a conflicted heart, I put my house on the market and hated every minute of the experience. Finances were tight so I couldn't upgrade everything--being a single mom with two kids in college doesn't allow for any extras. I endured snotty realtors who made me feel like I lived in a dump unworthy of being inhabited despite the pride I took into taking care of what I owned--and the beauty of my cozy Colorado mountain home. I suffered through low-ball offers and potential buyers asking for things I simply couldn't afford to give. Alone, I did what I could. I second-guessed myself the entire time, but I had to leave. I needed to change. It became a necessity to save my life.

That might sound dramatic but it's the truth. I would look around my house filled with ghosts of a life that used to be mine but was no longer relevant. I would wake up gasping for breath in a panic, my first thought being, "this place is killing me." The stress of being there, the weight of all that pent up sorrow, the loneliness of isolation, the pressure of mounting bills, the crushing realization that I no longer belonged in the place I'd called home for two decades--all of it undermined any attempt for me to get healthy or regain my career footing. To make it even more unbearable, the crazy neighbor who'd harassed me for nineteen years had intensified his nuttiness to blatant threats, especially once the for sale sign went up in the yard.

I left. I moved on. I sobbed for weeks while packing and during the closing when I signed on that dotted line.

Three months later, I am in a new home, far from that one. Instead of sending the kids off to another state to school, I'm the one who left them secure in their hometown and leading lives of their own in college.

I sacrificed a lot of who I was for the sake of a marriage and my children. As I step into this new phase of my life, I'm rediscovering who I am and who I want to be. I am cutting energetic cords to people that I used to mourn--friends who I have cried over who ghosted on me no longer mean anything to me at all. They are strangers I used to know and that is all. By meditating on releasing them energetically from my sphere, I free up energy for all the new people and experiences entering my life.

I am reclaiming my power and giving myself credit for surviving my husband's suicide, raising two badass independent adults, navigating health issues alone but with my chin up, packing up a house I'd lived in for nineteen years all by myself, standing up to the nutty neighbor when his harassment became dangerous, and moving to a place where I knew no one to start over.

Who am I? Who is this forty-nine year-old with battle scars? Why on earth did she leave all she'd ever known behind for an unknown future?

I am powerful by witnessing my powerlessness and rising above despite the fear. I am stronger for surrendering. I am happier for embracing my sorrow. Instead of fighting to remain somewhere that no longer suited me or my life, I took action. I would have died there--if not a physical death, then a spiritual one.

I believe that I and I alone control my destiny. I am not a victim of circumstance, but I made mistakes that created confusion deep in my heart between what I wanted to do and what I believed I needed to do. That discrepancy led me further and further away from my true self and drove me into despair. If you've never experienced true despair, then you may not be able to relate, but trust me when I say it's a very dark and scary place to be. It feels immobilizing. Only by facing the reality of my situation was I able to break free.

Now I'm back to blogging about this new chapter of my life, about starting over in a new city and meeting new people at age forty-nine, about dating again, about traveling, about redefining the parent relationship with adult children, about how cool it is to own a house outright (thank you, equity!), about reinventing my career yet again, about rediscovering who I am without the labels of mom or widow attached to my identity like they once were so heavily, and about seeing how happy I can be because--if I've survived all that bullshit--I know unlimited joy awaits me.

It feels good to be at the keyboard again. It's been too long. The next post will be about what it was like taking my twenty-one year old daughter to Vegas for her birthday...stay tuned! I'm baaaaaaack!

Peace to you!

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women's fiction, and nonfiction. In addition, Easton also writes under two pen names--Dakota Skye (erotic paranormal romance thrillers) and Cassidy Springfield (new adult). She also works as a professional editor and creativity coach, creates a line of inspirational journals, travels as often as possible, and advocates for suicide awareness. To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Friday, July 14, 2017

Disconnect from the Noise and Immerse Yourself in a Wonderland #NewMexico #Travel

Outside of a library, there aren't many places I've visited where cellphones are outlawed and staff walks around with signs saying "whisper please" and "no talking allowed". Ojo Calliente Mineral Springs and Spa in Ojo, New Mexico makes serenity a priority.

photo taken by Amber Lea Easton
An hour north of Santa Fe, New Mexico, this haven for the weary is the perfect solution to an over-worked and noise-embattled person. Just parking in the dirt lot surrounded by Juniper trees and sage bushes is a serene experience. As you walk toward the resort entrance, the earth around you is hushed except for the occasional bird call. Once inside, the staff welcomes you backed by fountains and the sense that you are about to become disconnected from all your cares...at least for a few hours. During the daytime, admission is relatively high at $36 per person, but that drops to only $16 after 6PM. For the price of admission, however, you are treated like a god or goddess for a little while. With luxurious locker rooms and resort-provided lush towels, you are set-up to enjoy a unique hot springs experience. 

The manager recommended we start out at the mud pool. This is where you get to indulge your inner child by slathering the spa's special blend of clay all over your skin before lying back in the sun to let it bake onto you. The blend of minerals is designed to release toxins from your body. Once the mud is dry, you immerse yourself in a mud pool before rinsing off under the showers. 

There are different pools to sink in, all with different minerals designed to heal your body in a myriad of ways. 

AND ALL ARE A WHISPER ZONE! What a blessing to not be bothered by someone else's chatter. 

The lithia pool is said to help with symptoms of depression--or mood--and aid in digestion. 

The iron spring is said to benefit the blood and immune system. 

The soda spring pool is enclosed and is the only pool where even whispering is outlawed--NO TALKING AT ALL! The enclosure captures the steam from the hot water where you're surrounded by natural rock cliffs. The soda spring is also said to assist in digestive problems--but, honestly, the echo from the water and the absence of outside world distractions, makes it one of the most relaxing pools on the premises, thereby assisting the soul as well. 

The arsenic pool helps relieve you of all aches and pains, including relief from arthritis symptoms, stomach ulcers, and skin conditions. 

All of the pools are banked by large boulders and the beautiful vistas of northern New Mexico. 

I had driven up from Santa Fe, New Mexico, so can't comment on the accomadations at the resort; however, if they are anything like the springs or the restaurant, I'm betting it's worth a weekend visit. 

Disconnecting like this even for a few hours refreshed me in ways I desperately needed. My body and spirit felt lighter as my daughter and I enjoyed a light lunch at the restaurant before headed back down to Santa Fe on a scenic mountain highway. 

To find out more about Ojo Calliente, please visit their site at: http://ojocaliente.ojospa.com

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women's fiction, and nonfiction. She also writes five different blogs, works as a professional editor and creativity coach, creates a line of inspirational journals, volunteers for children's literacy, travels as often as possible, and advocates for suicide awareness. To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Somewhere Over the Rainbow #startingover #life

I haven't written in a long time, probably the longest stretch I've gone without writing a word. It's been an extremely emotional journey as I literally let go of all I've been hanging onto for so many years. As Rumi wrote, "Life is a balance between hanging on and letting go."

I didn't really want to let go, that's the problem. I felt like I was in a battle with the Universe as it tossed one shitty thing after another in my direction and, no matter how hard I fought to hold on, to fight to make things work, the worse the situation became.

So I surrendered. I let go. I put the house up for sale, endured the endless house showings, the doubt, the harsh reality that I could no longer stay where I was because it simply didn't work anymore. The isolation had been slowly killing me, I see that now. The house I loved had become my prison. A prison filled with ghosts of a husband who killed himself and children who had grown into independent adults.

I am writing this now in the apartment I leased for my son and daughter. It's urban, it's fun, it's gorgeous. There's a swimming pool outside that looks like a five-star resort. The people around us are very friendly and the vibe is upbeat. I filled their place with things from the house so it feels homey to them.

But I'm not staying here. I'm going to find my own fresh start in a different city. This place is fabulous--but I know deep down it's not meant for me. It's meant for them. I may be a lot of things--and people can judge me as they do for things I have never been--but I am a good mom. I set them up well and they are ready to lead their own lives.

I have mixed feelings about all of this. I go from being excited to being frightened out of my mind. It's been over twenty-two years since I've been "simply Amber." What if I fail? What if I have no idea what that means anymore...to be myself? I've been a wife, then a widow, and a mom for so long...what do I want this next chapter of my life to look like?

When it comes down to leaving Colorado, a place I've lived for twenty-five years, I am sad by one thing only: I feel completely disconnected from this place. How is that possible after all this time? My heart has been broken too often and too harshly here. There has been too much loss, too many lies, too much betrayal. Friends who disappeared without even one conversation about "why", people who judged rather than loved after my husband's death and our subsequent struggles as a family...it's all left a scar on my heart.

Selling the house where I raised my family was a wildly emotional event. Now I'm buying a house in a different city in a different state and devoting myself 100% to ME and my writing. No one knows me there and I like that idea. I can reinvent myself in the version of me that I want to be deep in my heart. For the first time in two decades, I am my main priority. I held on to the house and to Colorado for all the right reasons--I wanted the kids to have stability after their father's death and perhaps I needed that too--but letting go feels necessary. 

Letting go of the pain.

Letting go of old dreams of what-ifs and maybes.

Letting go of anger toward those who hurt me deeply...at least I'm working toward that, still have a ways to go.

Letting go of the smallness that has kept me living a life of quiet desperation.

Letting go of the excuses for staying stuck.

Letting go of an identity that never truly suited me.

Yes, this change is necessary. The past months--perhaps even the past year if I'm really honest--has been brutal, like being in the throes of an endless birth. I have wept, I have been on the floor in despair, I have fought against it, I have beaten myself up, I have danced on the edge of insanity at times...until I surrendered.

I gave it all up to the Universe and said, "Okay, fine, I get it. I trust you. I let go. Lead me where I am meant to be."

Once I surrendered, everything clicked into place. The closing on the house was easy. Getting the apartment was easy. Buying a new house in a new city in a new state was easy. I remain in a state of surrender, trusting the flow of the Universe, the love of God, the protection of my angels, and the belief in myself to lead me through the fear and the nagging self-doubt.

Embracing possibility.

Embracing creativity.

Embracing freedom.

Embracing the fresh start.

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women's fiction, and nonfiction. She also writes five different blogs, works as a professional editor and author coach, creates a line of inspirational journals, volunteers for children's literacy, and advocates for suicide awareness. In addition, she is the mother of two extraordinary human beings and an adventurer eager to experience the world. To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Silencing Your Inner Critic for a Stronger #Creativity Mindset

photo courtesy of Comfreak via Pixabay

**You'll need a pen and paper for this exercise. 

Creative people are designed to over-think. It's in our DNA. Due to our ability to imagine worst-case scenarios, we often use this talent against our own best interests by creating a negative mindset that sabotages our success.

Mindset work is the rage these days. Go online and you'll find a plethora of workshops designed to get to the root of your mindset issues, which is a good thing. I have had great breakthroughs from delving into my own root-causes for negative thinking and self-sabotage. Today, here on this blog, however, I'm speaking to the creative professionals who are prone to a self-destructive mindset more than most.

Have you ever looked at your finished painting or manuscript or sculpture and called it crap? Have you ever said the words, "what's the use? I suck?" Have you ever told yourself that you don't have time to be creative because your day job saps all your energy? Have you ever scolded yourself for choosing the hard path of the creative soul? Have you ever told yourself that it's okay to suffer for your art, that it's normal to scramble for every dime?

If you answered yes to any of the above, it's time to find out why those words come into your brain, confront them, and replace them with a new thought pattern whenever they arise.

As a creativity coach, I teach my clients to go waaaaaaay back to when they first started doodling on napkins, painting on walls, or scribbling in notebooks. What did the people around you say? How did they treat your artistic aspirations? Maybe you're only a five year-old with play dough in your cute little hands--did they scoff? Did they look at your masterpiece, pat you on the head, and dismiss your joy as silly? Or were you praised and encouraged? Free write what comes into your mind and how that made you feel--and how you would have treated that five year-old you differently, if that's the case.

What emotion comes up from those early memories of you expressing your creativity? Did you feel shame for being different or joy at being seen?

Do you hide now? Are you keeping the creative part of you a secret from anyone? Are you trying to legitimize your creativity by having a "cover job" so you gain approval from someone? Do you make excuses for your art? Do you disguise your pride in your work with self-depreciation? Why? Examine this without judgment--I am not judging you. Write it all out, be very honest with yourself.

Now write down all the criticisms you have of yourself and your work in the present day. Be harsh. Let the inner critic have his or her fifteen minutes of fame in the spotlight of your mind. When you're done, look at all of those things and, next to each one, replace it with a positive statement, one that encourages.

Most people don't make any money from writing, it's a ridiculous farce. (inner critic bitch statement)
A lot of writers make a good living from writing, it's actually easy when you put in the work. (replacement statement) 

Your replacement statements need to be factual, not delusional, or else your inner critic will mock you from the recesses of your mind. Seriously. That bitch loves her power and isn't going to relinquish it without a fight so combat each of her (or his) attacks on your psyche with realistic, positive counter statements.

After you're done, ask yourself this question: which is true--completely true without a backstory shadowing the thought? What is true--the critic's version or the replacement statements? Which one serves your highest good? My bet is that the replacement statements are your truth. 

Going forward, whenever you hear any of those negative statements start chattering away in your mind, stop them immediately and replace them with an encouraging truth. If you don't have a replacement statement at the ready, then simply listen to the negative statement and ask yourself, is this true? Is it really, really true? Am I am absolutely certain that's true? By the time you get to the third question, you'll most likely realize it's NOT true and is simply born from a past story that no longer serves you.

We as creative professionals must do the work to combat the inner critic who stands between us and ultimate success. Listen closely to your own thoughts and examine if they are helping or hurting you. If it's the latter, dig in and get to the root of why that's showing up so you can eliminate that thought pattern from reoccurring. Because depression is also a common theme amongst creatives, we need to be super-vigilant in recognizing our destructive thought patterns before they have a chance to send us into a downward spiral.

This will take awhile, don't rush it. We as creative professionals are too hard on ourselves in our pursuit of meaning and validation. By getting a grip on our minds, we actually change how we feel, how we create, and how we relate to the world around us.

You're not powerless. In fact, you are an incredibly powerful person who has the ability to control your inner chatter, create beautiful art via painting or writing or photography because you see the world through a unique perspective, and who is brave enough to risk traversing the unconventional path. You, my dear, are amazing.

Go forth and create!

Write on!
A.L. Easton

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of nonfiction, thrillers, and romantic suspense. A professional editor and freelance journalist for nearly two decades, she created Mountain Moxie Publishing & Creative Services to assist authors in mastering the writing craft. Her memoir, Free Fall, is dedicated to spreading suicide awareness, has topped international best selling charts, and has been named by Dr. Prem as fourth on the "Ten Most Inspiring True Stories Everyone Must Read" list. Easton is also a speaker regarding parenting through trauma and suicide awareness. To discover more about Mountain Moxie Publishing & Creative Services, please go to http://www.moxiegirlwriting.com. For a list of all of Easton's books, articles and interviews, go to http://www.amberleaeaston.com.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Protecting Your #Creativity in Times of Turmoil #writing

In times like these where emotions are running high across the world, where fear and uncertainty are consuming social media chatter, how do creative professionals protect their energy to actually create? It's not easy and lines need to be drawn. There are ways to stay informed on global issues without being bombarded every day and without negativity dragging down your creative energy. You simply need to take back the power and realize that you--and only you--are in control of where you put your focus.

Here are some suggestions:

  • Prioritize your creative work above social media. Those of us who create for a living are prone to being sensitive to our environments, which means being utra-sensitive to energy. Limit social media interactions to work only--we all need to promote ourselves, which leads to opening that dreaded Facebook app and risking seeing the mass of political commentary. Go directly to the groups you need for work purposes and interact professionally only. Then sign off. Set a timer if you need to in order to prevent yourself from drifting onto that timeline, reading those articles, getting fired up, commenting on things that make you upset and ultimately DRAIN your creativity. 
  • Be more disciplined than ever about the projects you need to complete. If you don't have a planner, buy one. I'm talking about a good old-fashioned pen-to-paper planner that does not involve going online at all. You cannot control world events so focus on what you can control: your business. Write down the projects you need to complete per quarter and then break down milestones you need to achieve each week and month to stay on track. Keep that planner on your desk or within reach so you can check on it daily. 
  • Nurture yourself every day. We creatives need to take care of ourselves in order to create. Whether it is a walk in nature, going to the gym, meditating, listening to our favorite music, reading for a few hours a day, or immersing ourselves in a silent house while we decompress--if it calms your spirit and focuses your mind, a self-nurturing activity is a must do on your daily priority list. Don't neglect it, don't tell yourself there is something more important to do. Even if for only fifteen minutes, you need to do something that makes you feel good. 
  • Use your DVR or watch streaming networks like Neflix or Amazon Prime for entertainment. Escape commercials and constant bad news by being ultra-selective on what kind of programming you allow into your mind. With the DVR, you can fast-forward through commercials and skip the news. Amazon Prime and Netflix as well as Hulu or SlingTV offer original programming and so much more that can entertain you without the negativity of mainstream television. Don't have a smart TV? You can buy a smart TV box that hooks up to your existing TV for only $75 at Walmart (as an example) and stream away! 
  • Make no apologies for removing yourself from toxic people or situations. Everyone is entitled to their opinions but you don't have to listen. It's okay to distance yourself from people or situations that distract you from your purpose. You don't need an excuse. Your creativity is the most valuable asset you possess--especially as someone whose livliehood depends on it--and you owe it to yourself to stay away from anyone or anything that harms that. 
  • FOCUS! What is your purpose today? Is it a specific word count? Is it to pitch a certain number of potential freelance clients? Have you owned your time or has time owned you? At every given moment, you have the power to choose what you are focussing on--have you chosen wisely today? 
  • Back to social media--set that timer. I bring this up twice because it's so important, especially in today's world where bad news seems to be happening every day. Become a tyrant with yourself regarding social media use. Ask yourself why you're scrolling and how it's impacting you. How do you feel afterward? Are you flustered? Have you wasted an hour where you could have been writing? What was achieved by all that scrolling and commenting? Be firm with yourself and set a timer for an hour or so. When that bell rings, go do something else. Play with your dog. Go for that walk. Write that damn book. 
As creative professionals, we've been given a gift that's worth protecting. Our energy needs to be focused on our projects, not the latest fiasco going on in the world. This doesn't mean we aren't sensitive to the issues at large, but no one but us can create our projects. Most of us are soloprenuers and can't afford to have months of non-productivity because of events beyond our control. If we feel the need to volunteer, then put that time on the planner and contribute to society in that way. In all things, there must be balance. With our creativity, we must protect it at all times--that's our duty to ourselves. 

Write on!
Amber Lea Easton

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of nonfiction, thrillers, and romantic suspense. A professional editor and freelance journalist for nearly two decades, she created Mountain Moxie Publishing Services to assist authors in mastering the writing craft. Her memoir, Free Fall, is dedicated to spreading suicide awareness, has topped international best selling charts, and has been named by Dr. Prem as fourth on the "Ten Most Inspiring True Stories Everyone Must Read" list. She has also created a line of inspirational journals to add in the creative process. Easton is a speaker regarding parenting through trauma and suicide awareness. To discover more about Mountain Moxie Publishing Services, please go to http://www.moxiegirlwriting.com. For a list of all of Easton's books, articles and interviews, go to http://www.amberleaeaston.com.