Been Awhile

It’s been awhile since I last blogged. To be exact, one year, four months, and seven days have passed since l posted something at 3:01PM on February 5, 2015. I hesitate to blog now wondering if another year might zip by.

Random musings from a procrastinating children’s author. Nebraska is where I found myself last week. Hanging out with my oldest daughter. I did things I hadn’t done in well, I won’t say how long. :) One of those things was taking a painting class. A class where almost everybody (except the art students) expects to produce something somewhere between ordinary and not so great. The class instructor was fun and did her best to make each one feel their art was wonderful and certainly worth hanging on a wall somewhere. We were shown how to paint a rendition of Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night. I was eager to start and splashed paint with recklessness abandonment with a large dose of insecurity. My daughter peered over at what I was doing and said, “Gee Mom, that’s nice!” “I wasn’t convinced. I looked over at her canvas as well as the lady’s painting behind me. I didn’t think mine was very good. I was struggling with being crippled by my critical comparing eye. The instructor came around and told me, “Your painting looks great! Good job!” I still wasn’t convinced.

At the end of the lesson, a group photo was taken. I was sandwiched between my daughter and son-in-law. We each held our work of art. My daughter immediately posted the photo on Facebook. The next day, after church, I met one of her new friends. I introduced myself and my daughter eagerly told her how we had done an art class the night before. The friend, said, “I know, I saw your photo posted and I didn’t know who the person in the middle was and I thought it might have been the instructor because the painting was so good!”

I started to laugh and told her, “Friend, you just made my year!”

Was I convinced, I had produced something ‘so good’? No! I just learned a valuable lesson again. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!”

i guess my reckless abandonment paid off for that beholder.

Here’s a postscript to the story. I just now got off the phone with Denver Airport’s Lost and Found. I left my painting in the airport bathroom on my return trip home. So far, it hasn’t been turned in. I sure hope there’s another beholder out there, who thinks its beauty is not worth keeping.


Find Me and My Characters on Social Media!

Hey everybody! I am so pleased to announce that I’ve burst forth into the world of social media!

To find my author page on Facebook, visit

To find my character’s page on Facebook, visit

To find my twitter, search @AuthorAWinston

To find my character’s twitters, search @WillieVenturely, @TillieVenturely, @AdmiralWright, and @PerryTheCaptain

To find Captain Perry’s instagram, search “whereiscaptainperry”

Happy Times!

About Writing

I used to say learning to write was a lot like learning to ride a bicycle. At first you get on two wobbly wheels, struggle to find your balance, fall, try again, fall, and try again. The difference between the one who learns how to stay on the bike without falling and the one who does not is perseverance. Learning to write is learning to wake up to what good writing is and what it is not and that takes a lot of perseverance to wade through the fog of one’s mind until the clear air of clean writing breaks through. Discouragement can set in when you’re struggling to find the right words. When I’m in this space, and feeling a bit down, I often turn to a favorite author who reminds me what good writing is. From CS Lewis, I learn that at its foundation , good writing is good reasoned thinking, unclouded by foggy feelings. I like what Lewis writes here. “ Don’t bother much about your feelings. When they are humble, loving, brave, give thanks for them; when they are conceited, selfish, cowardly, ask to have them altered. In neither case are they you, but only a thing that happens to you. What matters is your intention and your behavior.”

My intention is to write and to write well.
I’ll behave, and get back on the bike again and keep trying until I’m hands free completely forgetting I’m balancing on two wheels,imgres leaning back and enjoying the sights.


Thoughtfulness expressed comes in many forms. A kind word to a heavy heart, a good deed done at the right time for the right someone can change a life, not only theirs but yours. I read something today that made me think. “A heart that is sweet spreads thoughtfulness accidentally and expresses love on purpose.” Consider the thoughtfulness put in a butterfly! Exquisitely designed and perfectly executed! Thoughtfulness amplified!

Never Give Up

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Thinking about determination and remembering one of my favorite heroines, Harriet Tubman. She never gave up despite great hardship, risk and danger. She didn't give up because FAITH was the major factor in her equation. Faith in herself? NO! Faith in the living God who she believed was always with her, guiding and providing strength and courage for whatever she faced. The 'incredible rescue' story of Harriet's very old parents, who she stole away in the dark of night in a rickety wagon pulled by a saggy horse reminds me that with faith all things are possible.

Never give up! Faith will give you the power to crash through quitting points!