Random Ramblings: We are what our thoughts make us.

I feel inclined to share my life's mantra today. The more I believe in my own bottom line, the more it reveals its power in my life. No, I'm not a member of Scientology (although I'm intrigued); I believe in the law of attraction.

We are what our thoughts make us.

This is the fundamental belief behind the law of attraction. I was introduced to The Secret, a discussion of The Law of Attraction, about two years. Besides myself, my girlfriend, and some positive friends, I'm noticing that highly successful people have this way of thinking.

Honestly, I'm not going to shove this down your throat. Upon my initial discovery, I did that. I actually drove people away who were just too negative to believe. At the very least, I'm introducing the powerful concept to those that might be interested.

I believe that controlling my thoughts will drive me towards success more rapidly. Using the power within my own being, I can create the life I have always imagined as an accomplished writer who really touches her readers' lives.

So mull it over. Also, notice that this can work with negative thoughts as well. If you continue to think negatively, the negative with manifest.

Just try it...Believe and Receive.

My Pen Name: Isabell James

Due to my naturally spastic nature, I have decided to take a pen name. The reason for this drastic measure:

The love of my life, my girlfriend, Josephine, Jo for short.

Brainstorming for my book and blog, I realized I really shouldn't openly open my mouth with my name attached. If NAVY WIFE is searchable to the public, my name would be on it. My name which is 'Googleable' professionally and also ties me to Jo (all over Facebook, but still.) Some of you might suggest that I'm being paranoid; however, those familiar with "Don't Ask, Don't Tell (DADT)" will agree that this step MUST be taken, as a precautionary method. If the Navy were to discover my existence in Jo's life, they could discharge her. Yes, she could lose her job, serving her country in the United States Navy, just because we love each other. So for now, I'm ghost writing my life.

Isabell James was not my attempt at a pornified pen name (as my friend, Jeremiah, so eloquently pointed out on Saturday over my Magic Hat #9 and his glass of Riesling.) Being the sensitive soul that I am, don't make fun of the name too much-embrace Izzy, Isabell or Ms. James (whatever you would like). And enjoy the interesting journey that lie ahead.

Welcome

I've been calling myself a writer for years. I journal, daydream about characters, and start endless novels (mostly first pages.) Problem is: I don't ever share my work. Although I call myself a writer, I feel it won't be real until I expose myself to criticism, to my friends, to anyone who might like to listen. Today, something happened. My 'now or never' moment in the form of a terrible stomach pang and overall sinking feeling: this was it.

Mid-day, the moment came via my alumni newsletter.

Communication alum has recently quit her job to promote a three book series for young adults. Her blog included pictures, her book signing and the "New in Paperback" display in Barnes and Noble.

My stomach churned as I pictured my own perfect head shot on the cover. This grad was only five years older and it had taken her the previous four to reach this moment. I had a sinking feeling that this could be me; no, it will be me, but when? I need to get started.

This is it. Here. Now. (I'll admit-I'm actually quoting this week's Lipstick Jungle, but it is applicable.)

Hence, welcome to my blog. Ironically, I started my first novel earlier this week. I guess I'm hoping to work out my writing kinks on here, way before I need to reveal the real thing. On a side note, if you're still interested, I invite you to share this experience with me- the novel writing one that is. I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I have a regretful Communications Degree and a few years of copy writing experience. But I do have passion. And a desire to connect people- and with people- through my writing...