“Oh, The Places Being A Writer Can Take You!”

Do you know what I’m looking forward to the most in the women’s workshop I’ll be teaching in Italy this summer? It’s sharing my experience as a published author with other writers. I’m looking forward to sharing all that I’ve learned throughout my years of writing and publishing books: “the ups and downs, the ins and outs, and the do’s and don’ts. 

Yet being a writer is so much more. A writer takes a dream and makes it come true, and sometimes the dream of being a “writer” turns into so much more. It can take you places that you had never dreamed of  and present you with opportunities that you never knew had existed.

I’ve been writing all of my life but my first real “writing” job was as a journalist for our local racetrack, Wall Stadium Speedway. I had my own column and interviewed drivers, pit crews, safety teams and fans. It was a dream to be at the track that I grew up attending, yet here’s where the “dream I never thought of” happened. I was asked to race a factory stock car in the woman’s “powder puff” race the week before I began chemo for breast cancer. Driving on that track was a place I had never dreamed of being, yet it all came from my writing.

When I published, “Waking Up,” I had written song lyrics for the title and found a local musician to record it. You would think one song was enough, yet before I knew it I had written lyrics to 14 of the stories in the book, recorded them with the musician, and together we produced a CD. It was another place that my dream of writing took me to and it didn’t stop there: I was filmed in a music video for the song “Waking Up.” Yet, the dream kept growing. I’d find myself on the front page of our local newspaper, being interviewed on a well known radio station, doing photo shoots and performing in public as the musician and writer team called “Collaboration of Hope.” The dream continued when I sang back-up in the song I wrote about myself called “The Dreamer.” 

But wait, the perks of being a writer continued with my own internet radio talk show called “Living Your Best Life With Anne Dennish.” I’ve always loved radio but this was yet another dream that came about because of my being a writer. 

And during the book launch of my newest book, “Each Breath Along The Journey” another dream I hadn’t even imagined happened again: I was asked to conduct a women’s writers workshop in Italy.

And so the dreams that are founded on being a writer continue. 

Now you know why the women’s writers workshop this summer is so important to me. I want to be able to share my experiences of being a published author with other writers but even more importantly, I want to share my experiences of one dream turning into another, and another, and another.

Meet me in Italy this August and join my workshop. You will leave with inspiration and motivation to keep writing and to keep your eyes open to all the endless possibilities that being a writer has to offer. 

Writers turn into published authors and dreams turn into reality.

Let’s explore all of it in Italy this summer.

It’s a good thing.

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

 

“Women’s Writers Retreat & Workshop” in Emilia-Romagna, Italy, August 7th – 15th

Are you a writer that wants to become a published author?

Do you want to know the ups and downs of using a publisher vs. self-publishing?

Do you need help in finishing your manuscript?

Do you lack the confidence to get your work published?

Well, look no further. I’ll be teaching a writer’s workshop in Italy this August and want to personally invite you to sign up and attend. I’ll be answering all these questions and much more during the week you spend with me in beautiful Emilia Romagna, Italy.

It’s a writer’s workshop and retreat, and as a writer you know just how important it is to write in a space that gets your creative juices flowing and this is just that place. Join fellow writers and me this August for a week of writing, relaxation and one of having all your questions answered as to how to get from writer to published author.

Join me in Italy this August and let’s get you from “writer to published author!”

Space is limited so sign up today!

All the information you need is in the link below. 

Ciao!

~Anne Dennish~

Summer Writers Workshop in Italy

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“You’re Invited To My Women’s Writing Workshop” in Italy!

I’m excited and grateful for the opportunity to conduct a “Women’s Writing Workshop” in beautiful Emilia-Romagna, Italy, this summer and I’d like to invite you to attend! 

It will be an amazing week filled with learning, teaching, inspiration and motivation to help writers become published authors and the perfect chance to enjoy and marvel at the wonders and beauty of Emilia-Romagna. I’m hoping that you will join me for one or both of the weeks being offered.

Take a look at the flyer and feel free to call for more information and to sign up.

Meet me in Italy this August and let’s embrace “each breath along the journey” together!

It’s a good thing.

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

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“On Board A Tanker”

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Every so often Rob takes me to a sailing with him. His job as a ship agent takes him to many ports on the shores of New York and New Jersey and it’s exciting to go to work with him and see what he does. It’s also cool to be up close to these giant sized ships.tanker 5

Our adventure last weekend began at 8am on Saturday morning. We drove to a port in Newark so that he could board an orange juice ship. I sat in the car near the water’s edge and watched him as he walked through the gates and up the gangway. It’s an amazing sight to see the  crew members walking along the top of this massive ship…and it’s pretty cool to know that it’s delivering orange juice!

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Our view for lunch in Staten Island

We left Newark and drove to the launch in Staten Island where he was scheduled to board a tanker carrying petro. It was near lunch time so we stopped at a local Italian deli and took our food to a park nearby; it was beautiful to be eating lunch by the water with the skyline of New York City as our view. We finished eating and headed to the launch.

The person behind the desk was waiting for Rob to show them the paperwork to get a launch boat to take him to the tanker waiting for him in New York harbor. He asked if I could get on the launch with him and they said “yes.” I thought I was just taking a ride to the ship and was a bit surprised, and scared, to know that I could board the tanker with him. The gangway that led up the side of the ship was more than 50 steps high; Rob climbed up in front of me quickly and with ease; I climbed up behind him slowly and cautiously. We got on the ship and had to climb up and down more ladders, signed in with a crew member and proceeded to the captain’s office.

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My view from the bridge

The captain and crew were from India. At first they seemed a bit quiet and reserved while Rob did all the necessary paperwork with them, and then I began to ask questions (as only a writer will do!) I asked the captain and the crew  what they do while they’re at sea to pass the time. He told me that they watch television, read, relax, and spend time together yet he did tell me that this type of tanker doesn’t allow any alcohol on board for safety reasons. No beer, no wine, no anything. The captain said it doesn’t bother them and that no one misses it.

He began to tell me that he’s at sea for four months, then home for four, then the cycle starts all over again, and keep in mind, he’s been a captain for over 15 years. He told me that he’s married with three young children. I asked him how his time away from home affected his marriage. He told me that his wife likes the four months of handling the money and being in charge of the household, and that she has a “to do list” ready for him when he gets home.

And then he told me something that surprised me yet melted my heart. He said that “even though my wife and I are apart for four months, each time I go home is like the first time and it’s as if we fall in love all over again. It’s still exciting and we make the most of our time together until I leave again.”

Wow…he’s not only a ship captain, he’s a hopeless romantic.

Before we left the captain was gracious enough to show me the bridge and give us a tour.

I learned a lot on that ship last weekend.

I learned that no matter where anyone is from there is a universal language of love.

I learned that we’re all connected in some way.

I learned that everyone truly does have a story.

And I learned that my love for people, their stories and trying new things is far greater than my fear of climbing up the side of a ship on a gangway.

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

*For more information on the job description of a ship agent, you can search this website for my story  “A Day In The Life Of A Ship Agent.”

 

 

 

 

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“Our Home At The Hyatt”

It was quite an adventure for my love and I last weekend. His job as a ship agent took him to Connecticut so we decided to make a weekend getaway out of it as well. We searched for hotels in the area and found The Hyatt Place in Milford, Connecticut. Some think that a hotel is simply a hotel, a place to lay your head at night and a home base for you during the day, but this hotel was different. We felt like we were home.

We got to the hotel around 4 in the afternoon, dropped our bags in the room and headed out for dinner. Once we finished our meal it was back to the hotel for me, and off to work for Rob. Now you might think I would be bored being alone but I wasn’t. Sure, I watched television and ordered Starbucks, but my experience at this hotel went far beyond their amenities: I met three people who worked there which became our “friends” by the time we checked out 24 hours later on Sunday.

Rob got back from work after midnight and was fairly wound up from five hours of work, so we decided to go down to the lobby and have a cocktail at the bar there. Our bartender was John, a young man who shared his life with us. He chatted with us about the cost of college, dreams of his future, and all about being called a “millennial.” Let me tell you this: he became my favorite “millennial” and not one to fit the general definition of one. He was bright, energetic, sweet, and kind. We listened to him and he listened to Rob talk about his job as a ship agent and to me about my life as a writer. He was working the night shift until 7 am and told Rob that he’d had coffee ready for him in the morning when he left for work, and he did. John was interested in my life as a writer and needless to say, I had a copy of my last book, “Waking Up,” with me so I ran up to the room, signed a copy and gave it to him. He was thankful and said he’d be reading it throughout the long night ahead of him.

We headed to our room, which by the way, was absolutely beautiful and more comfortable than most hotels we’ve stayed at in the past. I’d like to say that the alarm went off for us early in the next morning, but instead Rob got a phone call at 5 am. Needless to say, we got up and I decided to stay up until he got back from work. We headed down to the lobby and true to his word, John had the coffee ready! And then he did something that warmed my heart: he came out from behind the desk, told me he started reading my book, and said that he just needed to hug me! Coffee and a hug is the best way to start your day!

Rob left and when I went back to the lobby I met Lindsay, a young mom with three year old twins and a teenager. It took but minutes before we struck up a personal conversation. John was getting ready to go home after his shift and I told him I wanted to share “one more thing” with him. Lindsay was with him so I told the both of them about my 27 year old nephew, Sean Wotherspoon, and how he had a dream and made it come true. I showed them pictures of the Nike Air Max shoe he designed and told them of the stores he owns, the reality show he has once a month, and how everything he’s dreamed of he’s made come true. I hoped that by sharing my nephew’s story of dreams coming true would show them that “anything and everything” is possible. It doesn’t matter if you’re “a millennial” or a “young mom;” we all need to know that there’s hope in our dreams.

John hugged me good-bye and I decided to run back upstairs and sign a book for Lindsay.

As the morning progressed, I’d run into Lindsay here and there. We struck up conversations of breast cancer, parenting, our families, working and of our lives. I remember walking back into the lobby only to see her walking out of the elevator with her nose pressed in my book reading it. It’s funny, as a writer, I sign books but I never see anyone reading them, let alone reading them while they’re walking off an elevator! That was such a great moment for me.

She looked up and told me she loved what she had read so far. Within the hour, just as she was leaving, we’d end up talking endlessly together outside. She told me that my book and me sharing my positive attitude  was my life’s purpose…and that was a “be still my heart” moment for me. I told her I saw that same thing in her. Lindsay is an amazing woman, and as we hugged good-bye I felt like I was saying good-bye to family. She told me to make sure that Rob and I come back to the hotel for a visit!

The third person I met was Andrew. He was a bit more reserved at first, but once we began talking we realized we had something in common: we both loved New Hope, Pennsylvania and both of us spent a lot of time there. Before long I gave Andrew a copy of the book and soon thereafter, felt even more at home. We needed a “late check-out” and Andrew was more than happy to see that it happened. He told us we could stay as long as we needed and if there was anything else he could do, he’d make it happen.

The time had finally come to leave this amazing hotel. I had already said my good-byes to Lindsay and John, and now it was time to say good-bye to Andrew. He told me that we were one of his favorite couples to come to the hotel and to absolutely come back to see him, except he joked that we should come back when Rob isn’t working! He said he’d be sure our stay would be just as good as this one.

We packed the car and left. Both Rob and I felt the same way about this hotel: we found our home away from home. We felt a sadness leaving our new friends behind but knew that we’d be going back soon.

So you see, there are amazing adventures and experiences to be found all around us, and I found mine at the Hyatt Place in Milford, Connecticut last weekend. You just have to keep your eyes and your mind open to the endless possibilities. You don’t have to look for it; it will find you.

And an adventure found me 24 hours and 3 people later…and for that, I’m grateful.

Thank you to John, Lindsay and Andrew of The Hyatt Place in Milford…you not only made our stay at the hotel an amazing experience, but you touched this writer’s heart by sharing a small piece of your life with me. We met as strangers and left as friends.

And that is priceless.

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

 

 

“The Sweetness of Doing Nothing”

It’s a lazy Sunday morning in my home today.  My love and I are sipping our coffee a bit more slowly and are in no hurry to get dressed for the day. I can already see that it will be a day of sweat pants, big comfy shirts and slippers, mindless television and catching up on reading.

It will be a day of “dolce far niente” which in Italian means “the sweetness of doing nothing.” And after a busy day yesterday, this is just what the doctor ordered for everyone in my house: a day of doing nothing…together.

“Dolce far niente” is one of my favorite Italian quotes and one of the most important ones for me to remember. All of us get so busy in life that we forget to do nothing, and doing nothing together can be the most meaningful way to spend your time. Sometimes we have to slow our life down to be ready for when it speeds up.

“The sweetness of doing nothing” means that you can breathe, meditate, think, talk, love and laugh with no agenda of time limits or constraints…just time “to be.”

Find your “sweetness of doing nothing.” It will inspire you, motivate you, and allow you the time to rest and relax. It will fill you with peace and serenity…and that is a good thing!

“Dolce far niente…”

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

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Photo by Anne Dennish – copyright @2017