A Reason To Wake

I ask myself the same question, every day. What are you getting up for? The answer’s always the same. To walk the misguided path I’ve been given. It’s not perfect but the people I love are on it and they count on me. Together, we work on a dream we have in common.


The beach is the number one goal, it’s where I want to live, write and breathe for the rest of my life. Other goals I have are to open an animal sanctuary, a forever home for those who need it. I have seen too many strays and my heart breaks. I also want to help build a future for my autistic son, he’s pretty amazing!

What are some of your goals?

I have given it a lot of thought…

Good morning, everyone.

I have sat back and thought about this blogging thing for some time. I love writing but have always been a fiction writer. I find it challenging to do non-fiction. The reason is I have to communicate with people. Now don’t get me wrong, I love people! I’m an introvert. I live with anxiety, and most of the time, I don’t go out unless it’s to walk my dog or for business.

I’m trying something new. Letting people in, stepping past my wall and breathing. If you don’t have anxiety, you may not understand this, but it’s real, and it happens to a lot of people.

So today is my new start. I’m reaching out and saying hello. I’m taking steps and working towards coming out of my shell. If I just write what I feel, I figure there is no pressure, right?

All right, so first off, this is me. I am a full-time writer. Most of my friends call me J or Rose.

If you would like to introduce yourself, that would be nice.

My blog posts might not be long, but it’s what’s in my mind and my heart. I sure hope you will join me on this new journey of stepping out of the shadows.

Have a wonderful day!

Friday July 16th

Good morning!
Life is grand; it doesn’t have to be perfect but waking with low anxiety is terrific. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen often! How are you today?

I’m writing today. Actually editing, but I want to write, and I hope I get a chance too. I am working on the last copy of Rain of the Wolves. I was only supposed to type it out, but as all you writers know, we can improve. So, I’m getting rid of tired words and playing with it as I go.

At first, I had extreme anxiety over the entire thing. I always preferred writing over editing. But, over time, I have learned to enjoy editing; go figure!

I might have anxiety, but it’s never over my writing. Writing to me is like a wave in the ocean, the sun in the sky and the moon among the stars. I love it! It calms me, making me feel as if I can breathe. This anxiety has been with me since I was young. I wasn’t always trapped in my house; there was a time when I hated going into my place. I felt unsafe Nature was the only thing that comforted me. I would spend all day out and about away from people enjoying the forest. That was before I began writing.

Do you find there are little things that bring comfort to your anxiety?

I do; without them, I might be lost. Music helps, sometimes I listen to songs in different languages it’s quite enjoyable. Sometimes it has no lyrics; I find it distracting when I’m writing. I like to listen to music and think about my books, whether I’m writing or just reading.

Tell me about something you do to relax.

Good morning! Thursday July 15th.

Good morning!

I woke today my anxiety was at a low. I received my second vaccine; I ended up with symptoms of the flu. My body felt like it was hit by a truck. My anxiety was at its highest point while trying to sleep. I listen to music (it’s how I fall asleep), and my head hurt. I couldn’t rest due to body pain; it was horrible.

Some people suffer that much body pain regularly; I feel for them.

How does your anxiety affect your writing?
Mine affects mine in different ways; it takes away time I can be writing. Sometimes I can’t pick up my laptop or my pen. It might seem silly, but anxiety and panic are never reasonable.

Most days, I can pick up my writing; it makes me feel good. I love being one with the story; I sometimes forget that anxiety exists. (that only happens when I’m writing)

I have a dog who is my best friend; he is also my emotional support dog. I love walking him, but he is patio trained too for when we are not in the country. I usually have a grassy garden box set up for him in the city. Though it is easy to get out in the country, he and I are one, walking like troupers.

When your anxiety hits and you are writing, does it ever affect what you write?


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A quote from Tears of a Cowgirl

Title: Tears of a Cowgirl

Genre: Romantic suspense

length: 67000

Author: Jupiter Rose

Entangled in a dangerous web, she does everything she can to free herself. Her life’s in danger, and she’s running blind. Katherine sees Michael as just another threat, but he’s the one who will save her from herself. Without this city boy, their lives would never be the same, and with him, she gets a second chance at love.


“The sun was bright, and there was a gleam across the skyline that shimmered down upon the forest. The air was neither moist nor dry, which made it perfect for a relaxing day. Michael lived in LA mostly when he wasn’t travelling. It was sweltering there, but the air was a bit on the dry side. It is the kind of weather you don’t want to forget your suntan lotion in. He usually spent his winters in the Alps, but this year he thought it would be nice to write in the Colorado Mountains, Crash Falls, to be exact. Some folks back home had told him about the hiking and the beautiful views, creating the perfect painting within his mind. Crash Falls didn’t disappoint him, not one bit. Everything was perfect: especially Katherine Bell.

Michael stood, studying the view. He felt the inspiration rush through him. Everything about it spoke to him, talking about how glorious life was. Pulling out his recorder, he spoke into it as he thought of Katie.”

“Michael took a deep breath and continued down the path. He thought about writing a romance for his next book. Perhaps he would write about Katherine Bell; after all, she inspired his heart to beat.

Movement caught Michael’s attention; it was her. Katherine was out on one of the horses, riding the paths. Her hair flowing in the wind, and her body moving to the rhythm of the horse’s gallop. Michael’s heart pulsated hard. There was nothing sexier than a woman who was one with the earth. He stood breathless as she rode his way. What could he possibly say to a creature so beautiful?”

Excerpt From: Jupiter Rose. “Tears of a Cowgirl: Running from the devil.” iBooks. 

You were meant to shine

What do you notice when you look at this?

I see the colours of the rainbow, a miracle beneath the clouds. I see the earth thriving to live to its fullest and succeeding. I see a lesson at hand…with all the earth has to put up with it still shines. 

Don’t let anyone put out your fire, you were meant to shine!

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The Shadows

The light sunk into the earth
Power rose as it did
Darkness stroked the minds of all
Then beckoned for the dead
I seized the moment to try to pray
But there was no answer there
An echo of the memories
Challenged my thoughts in despair
I wonder this earth in search of light
The shadows I ride
I am truly filled with kindness
But I hide that deep inside
In this dark world
Your heart must hide
An echo of time itself
I put my love and my dignity
Beneath satisfactions shelf
Here I am
I scream and yell
Nowhere am I heard
I fight the wickedness that surrounds
The darkness we call earth.

In the sky

Up in the sky

Watching us

Is the keeper of the stars

Searching for love

He holds us dear

And watches close

When love is near

He gives us a shove

Here we are

Beneath the earth’s light

Playing loves tune

Running through the night

Sending kisses

From the moon

Reminding us to be patient

For love will come soon

I am but a broken rose

Here I am a broken rose with nothing but these thorns

Never in my life have I ever wanted more.

I have the sun and the moon

But without you neither exist

My heart is in danger and my soul is at risk.

What could have been

What should have been

Echo in my heart

It’s been almost a year now

Since my love was pulled apart.

But every day and even when the moon falls

I can hear those words from your lips

My heartache hits the wall

Your love hunts me like a wolf

Chasing me down

With a hunger for love

Yet you’re nowhere around

What could have been

What should have been

Never will be

So, grab hold of this one track ride

And set my heart free