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About Author Julie Seedorf

As human beings, we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with all of those emotions we grow as people, as family members, and as friends. I'm a dreamer and feel blessed to have the opportunity in my writing to pass those dreams on to others. I believe you are never too old to dream and to turn those dreams into a creative endeavor.” I live in rural Minnesota and am a wife, mother, and grandmother. Throughout my life I have had many careers or should I say opportunities at jobs where I have learned different skills such as working as a waitress, nursing home activities person, office manager, and finally a computer repair person eventually owning her own computer sales and repair business. Add my volunteer activities such as Sunday School Teacher and SADD advisor and more and it's been a full life. I never forgot my love of writing and quit my computer business in 2012 after signing a contract with Cozy Cat Press for Granny Hooks A Crook, the first book in my Fuchsia, Minnesota Series. I currentlyntly have written nine cozy mysteries, three children’s books, participated in three group anthologies or mysteries, and write three blogs about various subjects.

Why Are We Talking About John Travolta’s Hair?

John Travolta was in the news yesterday. He was in the news because he didn’t wear his toupee in Hawaii. I wanted to scream so what? Who cares? And yes, I read the article. In my defense I have to say I read the article because I couldn’t believe they were writing an article about a matter that should only be of concern to Mr. Travolta. Obviously he didn’t care so why should we?

I imagine it would be big news if Dr. Phil showed up in a brand new toupee. We would all flock to see and read the news story taking our attention off of things we  should be more concerned about such as the amount of homelessness growing on the streets of America. We should be more concerned about the number of troops dying every day. Those headlines seem to get pushed into the abyss so we don’t have to deal with them.

I always have a bad hair day. The only ones that have to deal with it are me and the people I work with everyday and they don’t care. They are more concerned about how I feel on the inside and not how I look on the outside.

So Mr. Travolta if you are reading this, how are you on the inside? Wait! Don’t answer that. There is a tiny, small, minute chance that it might make the news. However probably not. It is not as interesting as your hair.

What Would You Attempt To Do If You Could Not Fail?

I keep a plaque hanging above  my desk that says “What would you attempt to do if you could not fail? I am now at a turning point in my life. At 60 I have to make a choice on my career.

All of my life I have made many choices out of fear. Or should I say I have made many choices because of fear and it has stopped me in my tracks from accomplishing becoming all I could be.

This weekend I remembered who I was in my youth. I believed I could do something and I did. And then I stopped. I stopped long enough to listen to those that told me it couldn’t be done. I listened to those that put up roadblocks for my life. I listened to everyone else but myself. I became afraid of failure instead of moving through failure to new beginnings.

One of my favorite authors Leo Buscaglia once said “We seem to gain wisdom more readily through our failures than through our successes. We always think of failure as the antithesis of success, but it isn’t. Success often lies just the other side of failure.”

I believe that is true. If we have no failures how can we know success?

At 60 starting a new business is daunting. Fear says to me “It won’t work.” Fear says to me “You will be homeless if you don’t succeed.” Fear says to me “Stop. Give up. You can’t do it.”

Can I look fear in the face this time and say “You are wrong. I’ve already conquered you.”

As The World Turns I Miss You!

I am feeling a little lost today. My evening routine was altered last night. I usually sprint into the door of my home after a long day of fixing computers.  I finish routine tasks such as “What am I going to have for supper?” Yes, I said supper because I live in the midwest and I refuse to change my supper to dinner just to adjust to those who are always correcting me when I am talking about my evening meal.

Back to my routine. After I carry out all the mundane tasks I kick off my shoes, get comfy and turn on my television. I anticipate catching up on my favorite soap opera’s which until last year included The Young and The Restless, As The World Turns and Guiding Light. Then Proctor and Gamble took Guiding Light away from us. Friday, Sept. 17, 2010 they stole our time with As The World Turns.

Last night I turned on my TV, checked my DVR and just sat and looked at my DVR list that had recorded during the day. I took a moment of silence to eulogize the fact that As The World Turns was not there.  I couldn’t catch up on the lives of Kim, Bob, Lucinda, Lisa, the Snyder family and of course Tom and Margo and the rest of the characters that I have spent 40 years with. 

 I have had to take a lot of flack from my family for watching Soap Opera’s. I used to joke that they relaxed me because of course my life could never be as outrageous as some of the storylines in the past few years. As The World Turns would take me out of my world for a little while so I could live in the fantasy of theirs. It would take me away from the stresses of the office. It would take me away from my aches and pains. It would take me away from the endless details that I needed to take care of.

I alternated between rooting for Holden and Lily and then rooting for Damian and Lily  the bad boy who could win your heart and make you hate him a second later. I lost myself in the craziness of Tom and Margo and Mr. Big so many years ago. I would lay in bed and night and rehash scenes rewriting them because  I absolutely knew that I could have done a better job of connecting history to the characters on some days. Or not.

We will never know if Andy was able to conquer his drinking habit. We will never know if Margo and T om ever see Adam again. We will never know the next person to use the wine cellar at Fairwinds for some dastardly deed. We will never know if Meg gets better or if Emma ever comes  back to the farm. Is Iva happy? Is Kirk Anderson still alive or what about Lucinda’s sister Samantha? We will never know except in our imaginations of the future.

I would have liked to have seen the families together one last time.  There could have been an Oakdale Reunion. The family get togethers were something that fans loved best. I would have loved to have seen Lisa being courted by all her former beaus that still inhabit this earth.  It would have been a party for the Hughes family past and present,the Snyder family past and present, and the Walsh family, the Stewart family along with many others that graced the screen in the past. But alas that reunion will have to happen only in my dreams.

Farewell. You didn’t get older As The World Turns, you got better. And your fans would know.