What does the Driver Next to You See?

I’ve come to the conclusion from my own personal experience in from watching others around me, that as human beings, we just don’t like silence.

A perfect example of this is to watch somebody as they are driving along the highway. They may be alone in the car, but is sure looks as if they are having one very animated conversation.

It’s easy to see many drivers talking on their phone, singing along with songs, or even talking to themselves. I’ve even noticed a few with their favorite pet sitting in the car next to them- and they are having animated conversations with the animal.


I wonder if anybody really thinks about how they look to the person in the car next to them. I know I’m guilty of doing this myself. I’ll be singing along to a song, totally oblivious to anything going on around me. If I really like the song, then the music is turned up, windows are rolled down, and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.
Okay, when the music is playing and the windows are rolled down, most people can tell that you’re singing along to a song. But what about those people that are talking to themselves, or at least that’s what you think is happening? There’s no visible phone in their hand, but their hands are moving, their lips are moving a mile a minute and they‘re shaking their head. There’s no one in the car with them and you wondering what’s going on. Then they turn their head slightly and you see at the wireless headphone! They are talking on the phone to somebody. Or, maybe they’re doing like I am right now-using their phone for dictating.


But I think the thing that gets me the most is watching somebody talk to their dog or even their cat while they’re driving. They carry on conversations with these animals as if they were human beings. And let’s face it, to some of us, our pets are more important than some of the human beings around us. The really funny thing is watching the animals. They seem to talk right back to their owners-some might bark, some pant and a few may even howl their answers. As they converse with the driver, the animal may get close, climbing onto laps, so that it looks like they’re actually doing the driving. And all around them traffic is flowing people that take notice are doing a double take to look at them.


So the next time you look at somebody and you’re wondering if they are talking to themselves, singing to the radio, or talking to the animal next to them…

think about how you look when you’re doing the same thing.


The Year of Acceptance

As I do my annual year of review, I think the title I would give this past year would be one of acceptance.


Acceptance that my son is grown up and off to college and is now on his own – that was a hard one for me.

Acceptance that I can’t do it all. That was brought to a head when I fell and broke my shoulder and had to have surgery. I suddenly found that I had to accept help from other people. I had to realize that it was okay to receive help, I couldn’t do everything by myself.

I had to except the death of a couple of pets and mourn their passing, while rejoicing in the years they gave us. I accepted two new kittens into my life and I have had a ball from day one.


But I think the biggest acceptance that I made this year with this fact that, yes, I am a writer. I accepted that this wasn’t just a fluke, that I really do love the write. With two books under my belt, I guess I can safely call myself a writer. So this year has been spent on finishing off book number two, promoting my books, writing my blogs(Pen in Hand & Gossip from the Southern Garden) and getting the website up (VictoriaLKWilliams.com).

This was a big acceptance. I no longer have to be embarrassed to say I write books. I have accepted it, own up to it, moved forward and strive to improve with each page that I write. Along with that acceptance the ideas have begun to flow. I have an outline for three different series, with multiple books within each series. I am so excited to get to them.

But the one acceptance I’ve also had to make is the fact that I still have my own job to do, and my family to take care of. They have to come first. There will be a time in my life when I will be a full-time writer. But right now I just have to except that each page I write, each book I publish is one more step towards that ultimate goal.


So, for now, I will accept being a writer part time while I look forward to my “retirement years”.