Andi Lutz

Kill Rejection with Positive Motivation by Andi Lutz Rejection is everywhere. Every time someone unsubscribes from my website I feel it like a punch to my self-confidence. Am I really good enough for this writing thing. Why don’t they want to read what I have to say? Did I write something they didn’t like? But you can’t please everyone. It’s going to happen, you are going to get rejected a lot as a writer. The thing is, you can’t stop just because someone tells you no, or that you need to work on so and so, or you aren’t good enough. You need to keep going, you need to write more to get to the place you want to be. You need more positive motivation and not to dwell on the negative.

The Missing Pass by Andi Lutz If you’ve ever had a Pasta Pass you would know that they come in a fancy little box and it makes you feel like you are opening a present. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away, so I kept our cards in the boxes displayed on the counter and we counted down the days until we could use them. We decided the first day it is valid we would go to dinner as a family. That morning I get up early to make breakfast for us. I bounce into the kitchen and see pieces of one of the boxes chewed up and scattered all over the kitchen floor. I go into the living room and look at the dogs. I know exactly who did it, he looks guilty and clearly, he knows he is in trouble. But if I could have eaten the box and the card I would have too. I don’t blame him, it’s like he could smell the pasta coming from the Pasta Pass.

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 6 Today in an effort to be healthier and get out of the house and get some time to myself I went to the park and took a walk. There were a few people around, so I thought it would be a good time to corner someone and make them feel uncomfortable, because I am getting really good at doing that. I see an older gentleman and up until now I have stayed away from talking to men because I didn’t want it taken the wrong way and have them think I am hitting on them. But this guy looks like he is doing something fun that I could start a conversation about. His back is to me, but I can see that he has a book in his hand and binoculars, looking at some birds in the distance.

Write Now by Andi Lutz I woke up early, the sun wasn’t even up. The house was silent, except for the hum of the heater, everyone was still asleep, even the dogs. I shuffled into the kitchen with the cold floor chilling my feet and pulled my robe tighter as I looked for a mug for some tea. This is what I love, alone time, quiet time, me time. This gives me a sense of getting a jump on the day and makes me feel like I can accomplish everything that needs to be done. I could write that novel, if I just got up this early every day. If the bed wasn’t so warm and cozy, and I wasn’t so tired.

Two Peas by Andi Lutz Chapter 4 The next morning I woke up trying to remember a dream I just had. I hate that, you can wake up in the middle of it and not even remember what you were in the middle of. Something about being in the water, maybe it was from all the water from the toilet yesterday. I don’t know, it will probably come to me when I least expect it. For some reason I didn’t have a very busy day today, I guess it’s dying down from the last few weeks where we didn’t even get a minute to ourselves. Everyone was calling at all hours needing us. But today I just had some accounting to do, not our company accounting but someone who hired me to do their business audit. And then maybe it’s also a good time to do some wedding money juggling to find out if I can pull some moola from thin air.

Then she changed by Andi Lutz About the time my daughter turned 5 months old I finally felt like I had a chance to breath, go to the bathroom, and sometimes shower. After 5 months of hard work, sleep deprivation, and more sleep deprivation I felt like I might be getting the hang of this and then she changed. She wouldn’t nap for more than 35 minutes. My brain was turning to mush from doing only three things a day (breastfeeding, changing diapers, trying to get her to sleep) and not really using my brain anymore. I thought, when will this all end? When will I get my old life back? When will I be able to do just one of the things that I used to do?

Just one wish by Andi Lutz I found out I had one wish, just one, not three. And here’s the kicker, I can’t use it on myself. That’s right, I have to use it on someone else. I have to make a wish for someone else. If that’s not a disappointment I don’t know what is. The guy who gave me the wish told me not to waste it. At first I didn’t believe him, but then he told me story after story of people he gave wishes to. He told me he could give me references if I didn’t believe him. He gave me instructions on how to make the wish properly. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about and after all that I believed him. So, now I have this one wish sitting here or wherever it is, maybe floating around in the sky, waiting for me to call upon it.