What Will This Day Bring?

Each day is a choice of what to do, what to address, what to second guess. Sometimes, we choose to do nothing at all. But our minds are always thinking, always “writing”, always planning. So, down time is never wasted. We’ve just had more down time, more alone time, than we’re used to having. Our ideas may have soared! Now, it’s time to implement them.

That’s where I come in and get you on-course for your next writing or business project. And, let’s face it, we all have to write, to create something, and share it! Otherwise, our thoughts and ideas never reach the people who need to know there’s a big, beautiful world out there to experience.

Questions are always free on my blog. Just leave a comment. It helps everyone who drops by for a short visit.

Have a blessed day. Let’s find a way to communicate in words. That’s my specialty. What is your creative expression outlet? I’m interested in sharing and caring.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens, Clasid Consultants Publishing

Our New Reality That Has Always Been … Our Reality

Today, I become all that I can be.
Today, I let myself see
That I need nothing nor no one
Because I am whole.
I am in touch with my soul,
And I am a self-made gal, one and done.

Right, wrong, or indifferent, I am what I am
And to be anything else is but loose letters on a wall.
Letters that don’t make words or sense or even rhyme.

I can’t control anything, not even time.
It flits; it flights; it fights, but it’s right.
It adds up; it speeds up; it slows down, jumps around.
The seconds of our lives, the minutes that form;
Then skip and whip around like there is no “norm”.

And, that is true! It took a Pandemic to show us
That there is no normal; there never was,
Just because that’s the way it is.

We can’t control our own destiny!
We can’t rewrite history!
We can’t dictate our own future!

We can’t expect to nurture
Ourselves, let alone somebody else.

You can only respect one’s self
And that’s enough.

–Deborah A. Bowman

There is hope for our world!


The Cambridge Writing Pad for Drawing from Yesteryear (note spiral binding).

So funny… Hilarious, in fact!

I’ve been looking for a legal-sized Cambridge Writing Pad forever, it seems. Writing by hand slows down the creative process so you can think, ponder, visualize in your imagination, before the screen goes dark.

Okay, so the new version doesn’t have spiral binding, but the spirals of metal just get all tangled up after a while anyway. But, they never break! A lot to be said for that.

So, I didn’t mind

Because they stood the test of time.

I still have all mine.

Research and quotes and notes and stuff.

All supposed to be novels, left in the rough.

Some rewritten, hopefully dated–NOT!

Yet, they weren’t left to rot.

Never finished, except one, I guess.

Snippets of inspiration left to rest.

Each one a mere skeleton, a brief look,

Maybe a book,

Into another world, a new universe

Of possibilities, fictional prose or poetic verse.

I can sit on the floor,

Spread them open around me,

Lift my eyes up and see

All the thoughts, plans, fears

Coming back to me from yesteryear.

Some are happy; some are sad.

Some have merit; some are bad!

These are all the thoughts that motivated me.

But, never fear; there is a punch line to my plea!

When I found the Cambridge tablet at the drugstore, I didn’t look inside of it. I mean, they used to be all the same, right? And, it was sealed, of course. Alas, upon opening the dark navy cover, there were no smooth cream or yellow gray-lined pages, only light-blue boxes covering the whole interior, front and back, in grid. I kid you not! Yet, I write in it anyway.

–Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor

My Writer’s Life Story

My story is everyone’s poem.

My characters grow, evolve, roam

Just as we all do.

Emotions rising that finally flew

From the nest and took to the sky!

My story, my poem, my life is why…

I thrive and survive!

–Deborah A. Bowman

white clouds and blue sky
Emotion in the Sky!



Classic writer Thomas Hardy and a vintage cottage…

cropped-image2.jpgHow quaint, lovely, and idyllic! The classic British writer, Thomas Hardy, was born here in 1840. The cottage itself had been built by his great-grandfather. Though educated as an architect/builder, writing was his passion. Humble roots and literary genius!

I love vintage houses and classic literature!

Deborah A. Bowman

The Woman … What does she seek? (Poetry and Watercolor)

What does she seek?

Her vision is intense and defined.

Is that stone wall rising before her eyes

Really there or only in her mind?

I can feel the pressure in her breast as she sighs.

The tree behind her has lost its leaves.

Stark weathered branches reaching to the sky.

Is that a symbol for whom she grieves?

Does she even know or wonder why?

The pine brings life into her reach,

But she is looking away from the greenery.

What is above her that she doth seek?

What turns her away from the luscious scenery?

Is it real or is it merely how she feels?

Grief … the consummate, ultimate thief. 

–Deborah A. Bowman



Times of the past that beckon towards the future… This was written in 2014. Is it still there? I intend to find out! We need our heritage to support us to go forward again!

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I’m much more of a word painting person than a photographer, but I took this picture of The Buttery Restaurant in Lewes, Delaware. It was recommended to me by a dear friend, and I am so grateful. All she gave me was the name of the restaurant and said that the food was wonderful. By its name I was expecting a converted farmhouse attached to what was once a dairy or creamery. I was, however, pleasantly surprised by what we found. The garden speaks for itself!

I was curious that on the website, the menu, the establishment itself  there was no history of this beautiful old mansion. From the proprietor I learned the following facts I would like to share, having asked and received permission.

Lewes is the oldest continuously inhabited city on the east coast. Who knew? This mansion was built by a Captain Morris in 1890 for his new bride. From the upstairs windows, I’m sure she could watch for his ship returning to her from afar. Almost a full block in size, she must have been lost and lonely while he was at sea. No one seems to know their story, but my author’s heart begs to create a love story of tragic proportions. Happily ever after seems not to be in the picture, but darkness does not dwell in this beautiful mansion, either.

I was told that the “Trapper” family owned the mansion for many years. Again, the history is vague, but the aura is tranquil mystique with just a hint of sadness.

The mansion fell upon hard times and became a boarding house, a Tea-Room, and may have been left to deteriorate. This definitely creates sadness for such a vintage architectural marvel of American history.

The mansion was purchased and refurbished to its current stateliness in 1999. I could have gone to the real estate records, perhaps, for more information, but it would have overshadowed walking in the footsteps of the past.

I felt warmth in this house of mystery. If it is haunted, it is haunted with love!

Deborah A. Bowman, author

Second & Savannah, Lewes, DE 19958; (302) 645-7755 (written with permission). This was sent to the establishment to be used as they desired. I heard it had changed hands again. My search begins…


Strength Surfaces in Times of Unheaval. Be the Catalyst!

woman in upward facing dog pose
Dare to be more each day!

Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. This has been just such a year for everyone on a global scale. We have to regroup and become the CATALYST!

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How do we go on? By believing in each other!

Dwelling on the past, however, has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is, and we all must accept it. Acceptance, though, is not in hiding from the past, but rather in learning from the past. That is how all of us, one at a time, can look to a greater tomorrow. One small act of kindness is the CATALYST!

Everyone was touched by the virus. We have all looked death in the eye and watched strong, remarkable people succumb to its ghastly demise: wives, husbands, lovers, family members, friends, co-workers, celebrities, world leaders, politicians, doctors, nurses, police officers, first responders, the military, the old, the young, children.

All races, ethnicities, countries, cities, towns, villages, etc., have been touched and reminded of our own humanity. It does no good to get caught up in statistics and numbers and what groups of people are more vulnerable than others because we have seen it change, augment, mutate, expand, decline, and then rise its ugly head again to devour another  statistic. So, find a drop of strength to become the CATALYST!

women looking at the camera
No one is immune!

Whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! Live your life! But do so safely and responsibly, thinking not only of self or country, but of the entire planet which is home to all. We who remain must be strong enough to be the CATALYST!

person with a face mask and latex gloves holding a globe
Love and respect our home.

These are the hardest words I have ever penned. I may not be much of a CATALYST, but I know my strength is in my writing. I choose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck and life! The same to all of you! 

Blessings and love to all the CATALYSTS out there whose STRENGTH and DETERMINATION will give every one of us a new tomorrow. I am writing to every soul upon this planet in memory of every soul we have loved and lost.

–Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

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Time is of the essence!

Time marches on!

brass pocket watches
Tick Tock

Time transcends into our lives.

We either have too much

Or emptiness seems to thrive

Into all the such and such

That envelopes our essence.

How do we hit “refresh”?


Wouldn’t it be sweet

If we could set back the clocks

To give us days and weeks

Years and decades to rock

Our world into submission?

We are left in derision…


Too much times on our hands

Can be useless and boring.

Not enough time lands

Us in chaos, soaring

Us into obsession

Or hopeless depression.


The system doesn’t seem fair.

How did it become so flawed?

We really have to care

On the seconds we trod

Upon that add up to nothing.

No one, no hope, no feelings, nothing.


A silent death

That steals the rest

Of our shining essence.

You guessed it!

We have wasted away bit by bit.

woman looking at sea while sitting on beach
Lost in time, conceived in rhyme.

By Deborah A. Bowman












When should a professional editor be used? When a writer of words wants to become an author.

Perfection in Editing

Many editors learned professional skills initially to support their own writing, but we quickly found out that we are not the best judge of our own work and probably the worst possible proofreader. All functions of our organic brain. Those biological functions we were born with that are impossible to disengage.

I recently saw a statistic on Twitter that most writers/authors are “editing” and “proofreading” their own work. And a large percentage of them aren’t editors or proofreaders . Yet, even if they were, doing it for yourself is a fool’s errand.

I get it … we have an idea; we start a book; it’s thrilling to be so engaged. But we have to make a living too. So we write at night, in the wee hours of the morning, get caught up in word counts and number of pages where “Haste makes waste” and quality may suffer.

Okay, then we think our book is finished. We think we have a best seller. Our friends and even our families sometimes support us. All good. Then, we supposedly start “editing”, finetuning. If I could change one inaccurate perception in the definition or connotation of one word, it would be this one.

You are not editing when you go through your own manuscript. You are “checking” your writing for all kinds of things. Yet, your brain sees what it expects to see, so missed words, wrong words, misspelled words, discrepancies in plot, inconsistencies can all go unnoticed. That doesn’t even take into consideration verb tenses, grammar, punctuation, and pace, flow, readability. But that’s okay since its accepted in the industry to have a few little flaws, isn’t it? We find them ourselves in other books, but not in “our books” because our brain reads right over them.

Those “little flaws” can stop an agent or publisher from reading any further. Reject it and move on because they have an inexhaustible supply of manuscripts to wade through. 

I also get it that money is tight. We need to get this to press in a hurry, start making money right away so we can write full-time and become one of the great writers of our generation. If only that were true.

The most productive use of a writer’s time and investment is in using a professional editor. Editors who are also authors use other professional editors for their own work. It is so true that we need an unbiased second set of eyes.

Do I use a professional editor and proofreader other than myself after I am finished “checking” my manuscript?

I answer you with  a definite, “YES”.

Don’t sell yourself or your writing short. The facts are out there. Your manuscript must be written to full industry standards. Your query letter professional.  Format must be correct.

“What? You mean as an author I need to know how to format my own book? Isn’t that what the agent and publisher are for?”

Ah, no, the market is too clogged with books for an agent to do anything but look for the one diamond that may someday come across their desk.

It’s a totally different market out there than our predecessors knew. The competition is brutal. Everyone is writing a book because with current technology, they can. This was not true in the past. The sheer numbers are daunting.

My most important advice? “The market is oversaturated. Put yourself on an even playing field. Submit a professional product.”

I am willing to work with authors offering affordable rates on a case-by-case basis. A 5-page read/ professional critique is free. Questions are free. I’m trying to help writers become authors.

–Deborah A. Bowman, bowmaneditor