The Sound of Silence


Wow. No fans blowing, the furnace isn’t running, cats are sleeping, no vehicles moving outside. Pure silence. Well … the clicking of my fingers across the keyboard, but otherwise …

When my life was filled with meetings and customers, busyness and activity, I didn’t think I would ever hear the sound of silence again. (Are you humming the tune?) Now Iย wonder how I ever lived without it. Silence restores me.

Music has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. There is nothing more fun for me that watching a movie or binge-ing on a television series, but when I turn it all off, my blood pressure responds. My shoulders fall, my body relaxes, my mind re-boots.

Silence is no longer a luxury, but a necessity and I will continue to notice and appreciate it for the gift that it is.


It’s hard to believe that in just a little more than two weeks, Book 17 – Marks in a Lifetime will be in your hands. Sometimes my life is so surreal. I work, work, work, work and then it happens. Another book is published.


Even though Book 18’s first chapter hasn’t been written, notes and ideas are filling up pages in my notebook. The story is becoming clearer and pretty soon, the only thing left to do will be to get the words out of my mind. That’s the fun part.

If you don’t know the drill by now, I publish every quarter. March 25, June 25, September 25, and December 25. I can’t write any faster than that … so sorry! LOL. I appreciate your encouragement (that’s what we’ll call it, right?), though.

And for those of you who are new to this, I do not do pre-orders. Amazon’s rules around that make it impossible for me to run such a tight publishing schedule. You won’t find the book on Amazon until it is published.


For the last couple of weeks, Book 17 has been in the hands of my editors, leaving my brain extra time to process and come up with new ideas and new thoughts. It’s been awesome. But it’s also been overwhelming.

Once I land on a great idea, it isn’t enough to put it on a list and forget about it. I dig right in and find ways to make it real.

My brother (he’s also an author – you should check out his books) and I have been talking about so many different things lately. He’s just freakin’ useless. His standard comment to me is “Go! Do it.”

How can you not love that tummy? My Earl is so adorable.

Then when I get all uppity about there being too much on my plate, he reminds me to take it one step at a time. Smart-Alec. Sigh.

This week, I’ve been breaking things down. Instead of leaping into the deep end, I’m going to start at the four-foot level. Deep enough to satisfy my creativity, but not so much that I’m drowning. (I’m short, six feet of water might kill me.)

You see, I’m highly organized and manage my time really well. I build procrastination into my schedule so that when I can take no more, there is still time to breathe.

What overwhelms me is when my creativity explodes. I discover so many more things that I want to accomplish. Things that would never have occurred to me last year. But even in the midst of that insane pace, I find myself energized and excited. There is nothing better than knowing you can do what you dream about doing.

An evangelist that I knew and loved used to describe imagination as a ‘nation of images.’ The first time I heard him use that phrase, my mind leaped at it. That’s exactly how I feel when this frenzy of creativity, anticipation and expectation take over. There are millions of possibilities and they are all available for the taking.

I used to lament the fact that I wasn’t one of those people who chose one field of study, one talent, one ability, one thing to focus on so as to become an expert. That was never my personality. I wondered if I would ever discover a way to make use of the fact that I was quite good at a lot of things, but not an expert at anything.

My perspective has changed. The fact that I am not an expert at one single thing means that there are no limits to what I can do and explore. This doesn’t mean that I won’t always focus on getting better at the things that mean the most to me, but rather than feel as if I’m not something, now I understand that what I am is absolutely perfect for me.

Ahhh … enough babbling. It’s silent in here again and I think I’ll bask in that for a time.

11 thoughts on “The Sound of Silence

  1. Kathleen

    You really put the rest of us to shame. Sometimes I can’t think of anything past getting up out of bed. You are my inspiration. Sigh, now if I can only remember what or where I was going to or going to do……LOL

    1. nammynools Post author

      As long as you can remember where you are … the rest will just happen. Right? Hahaha.

  2. Eileen Adickes

    Wow! After all these years you have given ME clarity! I am married to a man who decided at age 11 that he would become a doctor…and that is what he did. I, on the other hand, have wandered into the medical field as a med tech working in microbiology, to weekly newspaper work, to banking, to custom sewing, and theater work and small town government. I have always felt so inferior to the single minded husband. Forty five years is a long time to feel that inferior. I, too, often enjoy the silence only found in my house.
    Here’s to the second cup of coffee for the morning and peace in my soul and yours.

    1. nammynools Post author

      Just starting my first cup! Haha. It is hard to be different and feel the need to compare. Unique beasts, we all are!

  3. suzanne engle

    I looked at my calendar just this week and realized that another Polly book was due to come out soon.. so I am now trying to wait patiently for the 25th!

  4. Chris Adam

    Quiet… I have that book in my Kindle somewhere… I should read it sometime.
    I get it! For me even just stepping outdoors, I am quieted with the hush I find there. It is good.
    Creativity explosions overwhelm me at times, doused by the bucket of the water responsibilities, all those shoulds out there. Other times yes, I’m energized and love chasing after and tackling my ideas.
    Right now? I’m taking a break from a creative sewing endeavour. (as my husband is washing a pile of pots and pans…) Yes, with a little bit of guilt… not from him, just me. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Thanks for sharing Diane!! Thanks for writing!!
    13 days…

    1. nammynools Post author

      I’m learning to at least write down the wild ideas that I have. Sometimes I look back and just laugh at myself. What was I thinking? But they often lead to practical creations for me.

      No guilt! Never guilt. Haha. (I’m the queen of guilt)

      <3 13 days!

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