Writing Book Stand Set Up

Writing Book Stand Set Up

How nice it is to simply write, be inspired and have no interruptions!
I will go back to Barnes & Noble and tell the brand name of this really cool book stand and manuscript stand that you can rotate on its side to hold any size of book and also clip documents/papers to it. This makes it very easy to do editing, as I do, for clients, and also to take quotes from books I am reading.

I am working on my friend’s memoirs and life story of inspiration and want to get it done in 2 or 3 weeks max. I will as long as I have the environment to work in.

I am looking for office space in Huntington Beach and though I cannot afford the very high prices of office space, perhaps I can find someone to barter work for the space with.

Paulette Motzko

The Sun Saying Goodbye to the Day as I am Saying Goodbye Our House

Beautiful October Sunset-The Sun Saying Goodbye to the Day

I have always been open to positive change. When I got married in 1986 after I graduated college with my Associate Arts in Piano Pedagogy, my now-ex husband Mark was transferred with a raise and promotion to be the Chief Delta Representative for Boeing in Salt Lake City, UT.
I remember everyone being so sad but I saw it as a journey. Everyone made comments about being Mormon, but I knew nothing about the Mormons at that time. My ex and I learned about the Mormon church and what they had gone through to find peace. We wanted to know because there were more of them than use, and understanding paves the way to finding a common ground.
They appreciated our open-mindedness and welcomed us with open arms. I will never forget how young the people were who owned massive homes there. I told the relocation specialist “Why are you taking us down this street? We can’t afford any of these places?” He replied, “Yes you can!” It was as beautiful as I had ever seen a neighborhood and the Wasatch mountains were huge and the sky was clear and the very atmosphere inspired me to write long letters to my family and friends.
To think we could have got a 6 bedroom, 3 bath house with 3 levels and a huge back yard for $82,000 was beyond me. I loved how kind the neighbors were and how they were so willing to help us. (That was something I never saw in the busy southern CA I grew up in.)

I remember when I was sick with a cold once. All the neighbors rounded up a wagon and came to my door!
I am heart-warmed to this day thinking of it! Each neighbor had made something different and prepared it then lovingly put in the little red wagon! All the women in the Deseret Industries were like sisters and did things together, and I never ran into anybody who had more than one wife in all the many houses I went to for Progressive Dinners and other events. I just found that they invested a lot in their children and I taught about every kid on the block piano, and I loved it all.

Here in Garden Grove, CA in a strange city now called “Little Saigon” my neighborhood is a mish mash of Vietnamese, Cambodian, Korean and a few Latinos and White people-Snow White in my case! I laugh and say I am like “Snow White in Vietnam” because I have been saying hello to the same neighbors who still know no English! Why is that? Why don’t they take the same mind-set my ex and I did in going to “Mormon Land”? It is called consideration for others and when you have that it paves the way to understanding.
I think that people who come to this country should learn about American Culture and Customs so they can at least know simple phrases like: “hello”, “thank you”, and “excuse me.” Imagine how much better we would get along if that were put into place?

Looks like my neighborhood which mostly consists of large mansions owned by Vietnamese who have constructed larger places to outdo the other neighbor, ever striving to reach the Face of God one day.
I don’t think they will ever reach the summit.
My neighbor used to have a ranch style house and was very down to earth and friendly. I found that the larger the house grew the less they knew how to be people any more. Why is that? Is that a lesson we learn in life that the more materialistic we become the less grounded we are and appreciative of simple things. That is where I derive my greatest joys, are in the simple and yet fantastic small but great things in life. These are not bought out of a store and not contrived or seen in a popular magazine, but in nature and in people I come in contact with who are extraordinary and I learn from.

I am staying in nice hotel in Huntington Beach for a few days to get what I call “TLC Time” or Tender Loving Care Time, where I can write, think and plan what is going to happen in my not-too-far off future.

I am hoping to assume someone’s house payment in Huntington Beach, Fountain Valley or some where equally as nice, with minimal down payment. I lived next to my mother Ramona, who now has advanced Alzheimer’s Disease and to cover the cost of her care we think will have to liquidate the property my dad-now in heaven-and mom got when I was 24 years old. It was supposed to be there for mom and dad and me, since I lived there for 12 years. If you are reading this and your are a private foundation or other entity our family hasn’t heard of, please step up to the plate and contact me.

People read what I write and I know words can change the outcome of time, so I am going to try here.
Interesting how Ave Maria is playing on Pandora.com on digital radio? Is that a sign that miracles are going to happen and we are going to find a great place where mom will have new friends and be happy? I surely hope and pray so, because she has become increasingly more needing since dad’s death a few months ago.
I am a very able minded disabled lady who doesn’t want sympathy but wants to be remembers for the gifts, talents and abilities I was blessed with. I am not one to look at closed doors but to look onward and upward much like my heroine Helen Keller did. It would be wonderful if we didn’t have to sell the house and if in one month a private foundation, housing program for disabled or we would find another way to pay for mom’s care in a senior home, which is expensive for dementia and Alzheimer’s care.
I am looking forward to my new neighborhood and I am not going to “assume I can’t afford what I want”, but as I usually do, I am going for what I know would make me happy.
I have even thought of being someone’s personal chef. My grandfather was a chef, my Nanny was a personal chef and had a guest house and loved it. If I cannot have Mr. Right yet, I can surely cook for a family, then I can entertain and play piano for them after the dinner is cooked!
I can dream, can’t I?
But then again the best things I have created in my life time all began with a dream or a vision, then they became a song, poem or a written work or a new dish or recipe.

Thank you Lord for this day of Inspired Words.

“In silence you can hear your spirit sing.”

You can quote me on that one.

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

November 27th, 2012
1:46 a.m.

In a world where people are glued to their Smart Phones and seldom look upward and at people when they talk, it is nice to see people write about the basics: integrity and honesty-the DNA of our soul.- Paulette Le Pore Motzko, Totally Inspired Mind, CARestaurantShowCase.com, CookingUpaStorminCa.ning.com.