Chicken Soup

I recently won the lottery. No, not really. I did, however, win something equally as valuable to me. I entered a goodreads giveaway for a book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers. I didn’t even realize I had won the book until it was in my hands straight out of the mailbox. Then I panicked. Why did I even enter that giveaway? I’m not a writer. I read. So I avoided it. I put it on my bookshelf and tried to forget about it. Unfortunately I’m very honest by nature and my guilty conscience kept nagging me about the book I had decided not to read. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I pulled it off the shelf.Image

I imagine that lots of people have already had their own encounter with a Chicken Soup for the Soul, whether it was the original or one of the many variants. I imagine that lots of people haven’t cracked the spine of one of these books. I was one of those latter people and I had no idea what kind of blessings I was being set up to receive. 

This book gave me the inspiration to keep going. It was written for writers, but it can be applied to so much more. (If you have the imagination to replace the hardships of writing with similar hardships.) Honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to carry on writing on this blog. Honestly, who can say that a year from now I decide to continue? But right now I know that I want to. I want to write. I want to tell stories that people love and one day I hope I’ll have the chance to inspire another aspiring writer.


I would now like to thank the wonderful author (that is featured in Chicken Soup) for sending me my copy. For those of you curious enough his name is Sebastian Cole and you can find out more information on his book at



cthul11I’m sure many on the internet are fans of H.P. Lovecraft. I cannot at this time truthfully claim to be such. Not that I think that Lovecraft was in any way a bad writer and I certainly respect his work. However, I personally did not find Lovecraft to be that eternally enchanting. Perhaps I just discovered his works too late in life. His stories neither struck me as thrilling or terrifying and frankly I had to struggle through a few before finally giving up on the collection of stories I had been trying to finish. It’s not that the stories were bad, my short attention span and desensitized brain just didn’t cooperate with the suspense that Lovecraft tried to create. However heathenish this may come across: I wanted more monsters. His ideas had a value that is rare and I greatly appreciated his imagination but his writing simply wasn’t for me. For those of you that enjoy Lovecraft I send out a brief congratulations. I’m glad you are able to fully enjoy his mastery of writing.

With that, I bid you adieu.