#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
The Power of Questions

The snow I’ve been waiting for came in the night, blanketing the draw like a heavenly benediction, trimming the trees in flawless lace. I think it’s still coming down, in tiny flakes, but it’s still too dark to see.

I guess because we’re getting close to the end of another year, I’m starting to think about the shape of 2008. Usually, I set goals–last year, very simple ones. Get to the doctor and the dentist more regularly, for example. And I met that goal.

I’ve used affirmations quite successfully in my life, but the truth is, and you and I both know this already–they don’t always work. You can say, “I wear a size ten”, for instance, until you’re blue in the face. And your deeper mind will say, “Yeah, right.” Lately, I’ve been focusing more on questions than statements. “How can I wear a size ten?” There’s a lot of power in that; instead of coming up with reasons why you DON’T wear a ten, so forget about it, the mind starts looking around for answers. The mental ways and means committee meets. NLP people call this faculty of the human brain the ‘reticular activation system’–meaning that the brain notices things related to the question you’ve put to it. You SEE things because you’re looking for them.

You’ve had the experience. When you’re pregnant, practically everybody else seems to be pregnant, too. Buy a red Chevrolet in a specific model, and every time you turn around, you see one just like yours. The cars and the pregnant women were always there, but because you’re interested, your brain brings them into clear focus.

I’ve thought and journaled about my big question for 2008, and here it is.

How can I make every book a profound gift to my readers?

What’s YOUR question?

One Thing Led to Another

As many of you know, I usually blog early in the morning, right after I’ve finished my journaling, and before I start the day’s writing quota. Today, I had some documents to sign, which required a trip to the other end of town, and once that was finished…well, it just made sense to go to Target, Hallmark and Michael’s, since I was already in the neighborhood!

(Actually, I’ve been working very hard on “A Stone Creek Christmas”, and a day off probably did me good.)

The weather folks are predicting snow for tonight, and it sure looks as though it might happen–the sky has that heavy-bellied, gray look. I love that first real snow–especially if I wake up to a wonderland of white.

Traveler arrived on Saturday, and is he ever a wonderful horse. A paint, just like I always wanted, small of stature so I can mount him without a ladder. I rode him almost as soon as he came out of the trailer, and he’s smooth and gentle.

Folks around here got a chuckle when I insisted on naming him for Robert E. Lee’s horse, Traveller. Lee’s Traveller was BIG, and gray, and my Traveler is little and pinto. Maybe I should call him Little Traveler.


I don’t think the General would mind–do you?

The typical Pony Express rider was nineteen years old and made $100-$150 per month plus room and board.