Make a Vision Board

Make a Vision Board

Make a vision board to manifest your dreams and desires. It helps to keep you motivated and on track. Take clippings from magazines that reflect your wishes for 2018. You can have categories of love, family, health, career, a new city or house, friends and more! Anything you desire!

IG Writers December Challenge

IG Writers December Challenge

Happy Sunday!

I just have to share this Instagram (IG) Writers December Challenge that I came across at midnight, created by  @normalchey on IG

It’s a great way to look at your writing life by posting everyday of December for the challenge listed.  It’s also a great way to get into posting on a regular basis so that you can connect with other writers.

Check me out on Instagram  @hbnorell on IG

Have fun with this, it’s a joyous month to celebrate you as a writer!




From our bed, I watch you shave at the bathroom sink. Read more…You are naked. You smile at me as I hug your pillow, soaking up your warmth, your cologne. Sunshine-spotlight showing off your shoulder ink. The small moments we share together aren’t huge displays of affection. Our love spark shows up in simple, unrefined moments. As I watch you shave your dark shadow away, I join you wearing your t-shirt. We are silent as I take in your manliness. You still give me that spark, the fire that I searched for all of my life. You are my one, my firework, my love spark.





Jessica stood at the back of a small boutique staring at the calm grey flats that looked comfortable to wear with any white cotton sundress or her white denim capris. Hmmm, she thought to herself, I’m ready for simple, elegant and a tasteful kind of life. A pair of shoes says a lot about a person. Her phone rang, she answered knowing that this call she couldn’t push to voicemail.

“Yes, I’m here now, face time really? Ok, all right.”
She turned the phone around so the caller could see the shoes.

“You like them? I thought this was what you wanted, you want 2 inches higher? Good luck with that, you get what you get on short notice.”

She turned to the row behind her and lifted up the spiked, red platinum heels that could leave damage to a newly laid sod. Her fingers glided down each spike that lined the heel. They glimmered as if they were dipped in silver but gleamed like platinum. The spikes were sharp and could scratch anyone that dared to touch them in a non-respectful way. They were like guard dogs for her precious gorgeous feet, that seemed to be a fetish for freaks like the one on the call.

“Twenty minutes you say, well this will have to do whether you like it or not, yea I’m calling the shots on this one….. well I guess I’m busy then.”

Jessica hung up…counted down under her breath in a whisper, 5-4-3-2-1. Bingo! The phone rang as she predicted, she answered and hung up. Again counting down as she stood there in her stocking feet with a tight jean skirt and bulging breasts out of her laced white top, red bra showing underneath. 5-4-3-2-1. The phone rings, she says hello this time.

“You ready to play nice or shall I punish you? We’ll see about that, don’t be so sure of yourself. I’ll be there when I get there.”

She hung up knowing every word out of her mouth was a damn lie. She might not even show up, that would shut his trashy mouth. Not all the money in the world would she said to herself…not all the money in the world.

She grabbed the spiked heels and walked to the register but stopped and turned back and grabbed the grey flats. The flats that spoke to her, made her remember who she use to be and who she wanted to be again.




I had a huge change that took place in my life 3 years ago.


I had been living with and taking care of my father with dementia for a year but had just placed him in a nursing home. I had just recovered from Lyme Disease, my income was unmentionable, all of my belongings had been in storage for 2 years and I was at a crossroads. I felt guilty for not being able to care for my father. Even so, I was hopeful as I worked hard at rebuilding my home business and musical interests. I had been journalling daily for months seeking my purpose. I just kept hitting wall after wall, so that was a clear sign that even though I was working hard, I was not quite on the right path.

Through all of this I remember my horoscope, yes my horoscope (the Universe will speak to us in ways that we can be reached). August of 2012 my horoscope read: “you will be presented an opportunity twice, but after that it will never be presented again”. I thought this was odd but curious given my situation. What opportunity would come my way? So with that tucked away in the back of my mind, I kept myself open to opportunities.

Just two months later that opportunity came to me on FB. This person I met 14 years ago posted, “Bedroom for rent in Nashville”. I just shrugged it off since I had moved there twice before. I swore I would never think of Nashville again. It was a wound that never healed. I wrote off any irrational dreams of moving there for writing and stayed in denial. The next two days I became depressed, struggled to get out of bed and just in a fog. As I laid in bed wondering what exactly triggered this reaction, I looked at FB again and immediately the post of this roommate, a clear second opportunity, was in my newsfeed. I have to say this person’s posts NEVER showed up in newsfeed but here within 3 days it did. I also could hardly access the internet from my country home. So, with that I decided to investigate and decide yes or no.

I realized that this may be the opportunity my horoscope referred to and may never be presented again. I remained open, listened to my gut and received all the answers to my logical questions. My intuition said, I needed to invest in my future with the little amount money I had and take a chance! I could always move back, right? So my decision was YES!

This was an unexpected opportunity that was brought to me, that I didn’t chase down. I completly changed the path of my journey. I realized I was a free bird, a clean canvas to create my new journey on. How many people have this opportunity later in life? I was grateful.

I moved down here thinking I’d pursue songwriting but later started a novel, a blog and now screenwriting. I’m checking it all out, open to unexpected opportunities. I have never felt more fulfilled in my entire life. I am for the first time living my purpose.

So know that opportunities will come to you. Be open. You never know where that opportunity could lead you.




Sherry’s bare feet hit the concrete floor, cold, smooth and refreshing on the hot summer morning. The sunlight beamed through the window making her wish it was a winter cold day so she could hide away from the world and not face the truth that she held in her head and heart. Her heart was content but her head still was in a therapy session. Everyone said she was a major, mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. They clearly didn’t believe heaven was on her side with the decision she made. They made her feel as if the angels in her life were now heavyhearted spirits flying around her. She tried to shut off the voices that were fertile in her mind.

She now was merely a fraction of what she told she would be after high school. Computer and business was her way to the top and she was made to believe this would be her career, her fame to her family. She would envision herself handing out business cards to prospective clients, seeing her name plate on her office door and on the memos circulating through the office. She manifested her vision but only for a short time. Her soul was acting out loud with anger and frustration in every area of her life. Demanding her to dig deeper, to risk everything and to take the acoustic sounds in her very being and bring them to life with color and objects. She didn’t have to settle for who they wanted her to be. What they said she would be. She was guilty for believing them and not believing her very own youthful soul. The innocent soul at age 8 already knew what her purpose, her passion was. She would one day write for others, make them feel the emotions that the cold, level headed corporate world refused to acknowledge.
One day she quit, just walked out. In a zombie like trance, she left the existence that defined her. She was not in control of her actions. As she pushed opened the glass door to the city sidewalk, she paused and looked at the variety of shoes speeding to their next destination like a city highway. She read a long time ago, if you didn’t listen to yourself, one day your soul would make you listen. Perhaps through a mental breakdown, a mid life crisis or a rampage shooting of innocent people or even a self inflicted suicide.

Sherry feels the cold cement under her feet as her weight sinks into them. She pushes herself up off of her friend’s couch, deciding she would not be a major mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. Sherry doesn’t need that lesson taught to her again. A smile comes over her face as she lays back on the couch with her cam corder lifted above her. She glances to her handwritten notes about those that have succeeded and those that have not. Success comes to those who follow their passion and not the dollar bill. She may have given up financial security for her dream but her soul is now richer with intention and purpose. She believes that financial comfort will be with her again but this time through her passion.  Living on PURPOSE.