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Blast from the Past: You Might Be a Writer If… (And You Might Be Reading The Collector)

Blast from the Past: You Might Be a Writer If… (And You Might Be Reading The Collector)

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 09/30/2026

Every now and then, it’s fun to look back at the posts that first connected us as writers, readers, dreamers, and storytellers. As our blog continues to grow beyond that exciting milestone of 500 visitors, I found myself revisiting an old favorite: “You Might Be a Writer If…”

When I first wrote that post, I reflected on the habits, quirks, and passions that seem to unite writers everywhere. Looking back, I realize those same qualities have followed me through every project, from Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast to George and the Brave Eagle, and now into my newest work, The Collector.

So, let’s take another look.

You See Stories Everywhere

Writers don’t simply observe the world. They imagine what lies beneath the surface.

A quiet beach can become a magical kingdom. An eagle soaring overhead can become a symbol of courage and determination. And sometimes a simple object, forgotten by most people, can become the centerpiece of an entirely new adventure.

That spirit of curiosity helped inspire The Collector. What begins as an ordinary discovery can quickly lead to extraordinary questions, reminding us that stories are often hiding in plain sight.

You Never Stop Asking “What If?”

What if mermaids lived along the Emerald Coast?

What if a brave eagle taught valuable lessons about courage?

And now, what if someone discovered something so unusual that it changed the way they viewed the world around them?

Writers thrive on “what if.” It is the question that opens every doorway to imagination and invites readers to step through alongside us.

You Fall in Love with Characters

One of the greatest joys of writing is creating characters who begin to feel like family.

Misty’s determination, George’s bravery, and the personalities taking shape within The Collector all started as ideas. Over time, they grew into companions who taught me lessons of their own.

Writers know this feeling. Characters stop becoming words on a page and start becoming voices in your heart.

You Daydream Without Apology

If you’ve ever stared out a window and lost yourself in a story, welcome to the club.

Writers spend a lot of time in two worlds at once. There’s the everyday world where dishes need washing and errands need running. Then there’s the story world where adventures unfold, mysteries deepen, and possibilities seem endless.

Many of the ideas behind The Collector arrived during those quiet moments when imagination took the lead.

You Keep Going, Even When It Isn’t Easy

Writing is rewarding, but it’s rarely simple.

There are moments of doubt, rejected drafts, editing headaches, and days when inspiration seems to hide. Yet writers continue because storytelling is more than a hobby. It’s a calling.

Every book I’ve written has required persistence, patience, and faith. The Collector was no different. Each challenge became another opportunity to refine the story and make it stronger.

You Hope Your Words Matter

Perhaps the biggest sign that you’re a writer is this: you want your words to make a difference.

Whether through the friendship and adventure found in Discovering Misty, the courage demonstrated in George and the Brave Eagle, or the themes explored in The Collector, my hope has always been to create stories that encourage, inspire, and spark imagination.

Stories have the power to bring people together. They help us see through someone else’s eyes, discover new perspectives, and find hope when we need it most.

Looking Back and Moving Forward

Revisiting You Might Be a Writer If… reminds me how much this journey has grown and how grateful I am for every reader who has come along for the ride.

The signs of being a writer haven’t changed. We still collect ideas, chase inspiration, daydream endlessly, and obsess over the right words. But each new story adds another chapter to the journey.

As we celebrate the past and look toward the future, I’m excited to share The Collector with readers and continue creating stories that spark wonder, curiosity, and hope.

So let me ask you:

Do you see stories everywhere?

Do you daydream about characters and adventures?

Do you carry a notebook just in case inspiration strikes?

If so, you just might be a writer.

And if you’re not a writer, perhaps you’re exactly who writers create stories for.

Thank you for being part of this journey. Here’s to the next adventure, and to the magic waiting to be discovered in The Collector.

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A Year Later… Still Motivated

A Year Later… Still Motivated

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 09/01/2026

A year ago, I wrote about what motivates me. Looking back, I’m grateful to see that the answer hasn’t changed. If anything, those motivations have grown stronger.

When I shared that post, I was deep in the process of rediscovering old manuscripts, research notes, and book ideas that had been tucked away for years. I remember the excitement of opening files and finding page after page of material I had forgotten I’d written. I also remember the frustration of running into corrupted files and forgotten passwords. Some days felt like a treasure hunt, and others felt like a dead end.

A year later, I can honestly say the treasure hunt continues.

I’ve spent many hours revisiting stories, organizing notes, and trying to bring some order to decades of work. What has surprised me most is not how much I wrote, but how much those stories still matter to me. Each manuscript represents an idea, a lesson, or a piece of history that I felt was important enough to preserve. Time has not diminished that feeling.

My family remains my greatest motivation. Every grandchild, every child, every ancestor whose story deserves to be remembered continues to inspire me. There are now even more branches on our family tree than there were when I first made that list of books for our grandchildren. Seeing our family grow reminds me why I started this project in the first place.

I’ve often thought about those ancestor stories I hoped to write. Some tell of courage. Some tell of sacrifice. Others tell of ordinary people who quietly endured hardships so future generations could have better lives. The older I get, the more I appreciate those ordinary heroes. Their stories deserve to be told.

I still feel a sense of urgency. Not the kind that creates panic, but the kind that encourages purpose. There are only so many hours in a day, and there are still many stories waiting to be written. Rather than feeling overwhelmed by what remains unfinished, I’ve learned to be grateful for every page completed and every memory preserved.

Financial challenges haven’t magically disappeared. They remain a reality, just as they were a year ago. But I’ve learned that progress isn’t measured only by money. It’s measured by persistence, determination, and the willingness to keep moving forward one step at a time.

Most importantly, my faith continues to sustain me. I still draw strength from the love of my Heavenly Father and from the love of family, both past and present. Those gifts continue to motivate me on difficult days and encourage me on the good ones.

So, a year later, I’m still here. Still writing. Still researching. Still believing these stories have a purpose and an audience, even if I don’t yet know who that audience may be.

And for that, I am grateful.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading. And thank you for encouraging me along the way.

August 20, 2025

PROMPT:What motivates you?PROMPT: What motivates you?

Prompt: What motivates you?

The prompt’s question for today is: what motivates you? I can easily answer this question. What motivates me is the love of my family. It’s the love I feel from my Heavenly Father. It’s also the love I feel when I think of our Founding Fathers.

Each expression of love comes from deep inside me—deeper than my heart. I’ve felt the lack of that love from each, and it’s even more precious because I feel like I’m missing out. Not necessarily because of anything they are doing, or not doing, but because of my own misgivings.

I am very motivated to work on these manuscripts I’ve had, some, for a very long time. I want as many of them I can find to be prepared for my family to publish, if I can’t do it myself. I have a strong impression that these books each have an important message to give. To whom, I don’t know. Maybe its my family, maybe its someone I don’t know. But this has been a motivating force in my life for a while now. 

It is such a joy to open a file and discover that there’s a lot of material I left for myself to use. So much research! 

On the other hand, it is excruciatingly painful to see that the file is corrupted or I have forgotten the password. Yes, that hurts. But enough of them have opened successfully, that I’m on a cloud. 

I am not talking about one or two books. Nope, I had plans to write one book for each of our grandchildren, and dedicate it to that child. At the time, we had 16 grandchildren. I found the list. It included each child’s name and the topic of the book I intended to write. Each of the protagonists in the stories was an actual ancestor of that child.

For many years, genealogy was my hobby. I loved collecting the names and stories of our ancestors, many of them tragic, some uplifting, and I wanted a way to share this with our grandchildren.

So, all this is my motivating factor. I hope to complete as many as possible. And I’m in a hurry to do it. The only thing keeping me from fulfilling this is finances – a big hurdle these days, but one I’m determined to overcome.

Thanks for being here. And thanks for reading! Feel free to share please. 

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✨ One Year Later

✨ One Year Later

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 08/22/2026

One year ago, on August 19, 2025, I wrote an update during a season of rebuilding — physically, creatively, and spiritually. Reading it again this week, in the middle of my anniversary emotions and all the memories that come with it, reminded me how much has changed and how much God has carried me through.

At that time, I was recovering from CKD stage 4 and learning to work within the rhythms of my health. Today, I’m back in stage 4 again, and while that is difficult, it has also deepened my understanding of resilience. I continue to honor the quiet days and celebrate the creative ones. This journey still teaches me patience, strength, and grace.

Last year, I was searching for an illustrator. Today, I’ve found a workable rhythm using NightCafe for my artwork. It has allowed me to keep moving forward without the financial strain of hiring an artist. I still hope to collaborate with a young illustrator someday — especially someone who feels connected to the stories — but for now, this path has given me freedom and momentum.

And the creative growth… I never expected this much to bloom in just one year. The George Washington children’s book — inspired by my great‑granddaughter in her bright red patriotic dress — has grown into a full project. My Bedtime Story book is almost ready for publishing. I’ve created an adult coloring book, nearly finished a second mandala coloring book, and designed six “Walking with Christ” journals featuring artwork that reflects every stage of life. I’ve built an Acadian clip‑art book and several other projects that weren’t even imagined a year ago.

Looking back at the post from August 19, 2025, I see a woman hoping for progress. Today, I see a woman who has built an entire shelf of books, journals, and art — one gentle step at a time.

Here is the post exactly as it appeared one year ago.

August 19, 2025

Hi, everyone! I’m excited to share the second installment of my author blog. Let’s dive in! My sleep disorder has posed challenges, but it has forged resilience and adaptability within me. There are nights when I wake up around 10:00 or 11:00, yet I’ve learned to embrace those quiet moments and reflect on what I cherish most.

This journey, though isolating at times, has illuminated the strength found in the cycles of my health. When I feel “well,” I seize the opportunity to immerse myself in writing, gathering rich material for my stories and eager to unleash my creativity.

Moving to East Texas brought a long stretch of limited activity, but I emerged with invaluable lessons in perseverance. Surviving heat stroke and battling Covid twice revealed the immense power of prayer and community support, helping me recover from stage 4 to stage 3.

Recently, a video from my daughter featuring my great-granddaughter in her bright red patriotic dress filled me with inspiration. Her exuberance rekindled my passion for the stories I hold dear. Now, I am diligently working to get my books published!

I am actively seeking an illustrator, reaching out to past collaborators, and my husband has explored local high school resources. The art department head was impressed with my story and suggested involving a student—what a brilliant idea!

I am determined to move forward quickly and will be following up soon. Stay tuned for more updates on my creative journey!

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Light & Purpose

Light & Purpose

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 08/05/2026

What’s a quote that perfectly describes your outlook on life?
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”Light is not something you chase. It’s something you carry. My life is a slow, steady unfolding — and the light grows as I go.”

Here’s how I see my inner light, given to me as a gift from my Heavenly parents: It isn’t a spotlight demanding attention. It’s a lantern — quiet, steady, and deeply personal. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t rush. It simply glows, even on the days when I feel dim or uncertain. And the more I honor it, the brighter it becomes.

Some people think inner light is something you earn. But I know better.


It’s something I carry — through fog‑days, best‑days, ancestry, creativity, faith, and the soft unfolding of this life of mine.

🌟 What Inner Light Really Is

Inner light is the part of you that stays steady even when everything else shifts. It’s not confidence. It’s not perfection. It’s not productivity. It’s presence.

  • Quiet strength — the ability to keep moving gently, even when life feels heavy.
  • Soul clarity — the sense that something inside you knows the way, even when your mind doesn’t.
  • Creative truth — the spark that guides your writing, your journals, your heritage work.
  • Faithful resilience — the belief that God meets you in the soft places, not just the strong ones.
  • Ancestral glow — the way your roots, in my case, my Acadian roots, feel like a lantern handed down through generations.

Inner light is not loud. It’s loyal.

🌙 How Inner Light Shows Up in Real Life

It shows up when you write one honest sentence on a fibro fog‑day.
It shows up when you choose gentleness over pressure.
It shows up when you create something small but sincere.
It shows up when you trust your own rhythm instead of forcing someone else’s.

My inner light is woven into my Pages Alight brand — the soft watercolor motifs, the candles, the feathers, the glowing edges of the planner spreads. It’s in my voice, my heritage projects, my night‑owl creativity, my faith‑friendly tone.

It’s the thread that ties everything together.

🕊️ Inner Light as a Spiritual Companion

Your inner light is not just emotional or creative — it’s spiritual. It’s the quiet assurance that you are guided, held, and seen. It’s the whisper that says:

You don’t have to shine for the world.
You only have to shine from the truth inside you.

This is why my work resonates with overwhelmed readers. I don’t teach them to chase clarity. I try to teach them to trust the glow they already carry.

✨ A Gentle Invitation

If you’ve been doubting your brightness lately, let this settle softly in your heart:

Your inner light is not fragile.
It’s faithful.

It stays with you through every season.
It grows with every act of creativity.
It strengthens with every moment of honesty.
It brightens every time you choose presence over perfection.

You don’t have to force it.
You only have to honor it.

Your inner light is already shining — quietly, beautifully, and right on time.

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New Clip: Philosophy

New Clip: Philosophy

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 05/30/2026

Building Blocks of a Good Life

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“Sleepy Tales” Almost Ready!

“Sleepy Tales” Almost Ready!

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 04/18/2026

My bedtime storybook, “Sleepy Tales” is very nearly done! I’ve just got one more illustration to complete, and then, it’ll be ready for final review. I’m so excited! It’s a very cute book, I must say.

Just one of the ten stories!

Stay tuned! More details coming.

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Just a Reminder…

Just a Reminder…

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 04/02/2026

I’ve had this little book out on Amazon for a while now. Hope you’ve all had a chance to check it out. It’s really sweet; there’s a double story about the dangers that these beautiful ocean turtles experience – many lose their limbs to nets, fishermen’s nets that get caught up in their flippers.

Anyway, I just wanted to share my new video for book # 2 of Discovering Misty.

Please check it out! There’s some great reviews in Goodreads too.

Thanks all!

https://youtube.com/shorts/l5y01saAX8w?si=wiqfFpAOFkES6QY1

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https://a.co/d/0cAAqxcX

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Amazon Published My Adult Coloring Book Today!

Amazon Published My Adult Coloring Book Today!

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 03/26/2026

Woohoo! My new book is out! It’s a Luxury Adult Coloring Book. Check it out!

Scientists have discovered that using coloring books actually helps to calm and help the brain focus better.

I wrote about it last night in my blog and now it’s available for purchase. They should have more pictures up in a few days. There’s more than 170 pages to color!

https://a.co/d/062sS8aX

Check it out!

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Exciting News from Pages Alight (and S.M. Ulbrich!)

Exciting News from Pages Alight (and S.M. Ulbrich!)

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 03/25/2026

Hello, friends and fellow story-lovers!

I’m Shirley Ulbrich, writing under the pen names Pages Alight (for my more whimsical and visual storytelling projects) and S.M. Ulbrich (for my fantasy, sci-fi, and dystopian tales). Today I’m thrilled to share that we’re hard at work on a brand-new story book—a project that’s been dancing around in my imagination for quite some time. I can’t wait to tell you more as it takes shape!

In the meantime, my little collection of small notebooks (there are currently three available) continues to bring joy to folks who love to jot down thoughts, sketches, or daily reflections. They’re simple, charming, and perfect for tucking into a bag or keeping by your bedside.

And the big news I’ve been waiting for… my luxury adult coloring book is finally in review! After a couple of rejections (those picky full-bleed page requirements kept tripping us up), it looks like we might see it go live as soon as today or tomorrow. Fingers crossed—I’ll shout it from the rooftops the moment it’s approved and available!

To celebrate the creative energy flowing right now, here are a couple of illustrations I created that didn’t make it into the final story book or coloring pages. I thought you might enjoy them as a little sneak peek into my artistic process:

Sleepy Tales
Emma and the Whispering Unicorn

What do you think? Do any of these spark a story idea for you? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

If you’d like to stay in the loop on the new story book, the coloring book launch, or any of my other creations (under any of my names), feel free to subscribe to the newsletter or follow along on social media. Your support means the world to this indie author and visual storyteller.

Thank you for being part of this creative journey with me. Here’s to more stories, more colors, and more pages alight!

✨Warmly,

Shirley Ulbrich

aka Pages Alight & S.M. Ulbrich

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Don’t Know Where This Was Discussed, but Here’s My Thoughts

Don’t Know Where This Was Discussed, but Here’s My Thoughts

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/20/2026

A man slaughters a big cow, starts the grill, and says to his daughter, “Daughter, go call our relatives, friends, and neighbors to join us… We’re having a celebration!”


The daughter goes out to the street and shouts, “Please help! My father’s house is on fire!”
After some time, only a few people come out to help, while many others act like they didn’t hear anything. The ones who came stay, eat, and enjoy the food until late.

The father, confused, looks around and says to his daughter, “I don’t know most of these people. Some I’ve never seen before. Where are our friends, family, and neighbors?”


The daughter calmly replies, “The people who came didn’t come for a party. They came because they thought we were in trouble. These are the people who care about us. These are the ones who deserve to celebrate with us.”

Lesson: The ones who don’t show up when you’re struggling don’t deserve to be with you when you succeed.

What do you think? I think it all depends on the intent of a person, really. Some people may WANT to help, but don’t know how. There are times in everyone’s lives when it’s just too hard to stretch and serve another, even though we want to help.

If someone came to our door right now, my husband would do everything he can, but he can’t give money or can’t be gone from the house very long, as people need him here. Those circumstances must be taken into consideration, and not punish those with good intent.

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The Magic of Runes in Modern Storytelling

The Magic of Runes in Modern Storytelling

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/19/2026

As an author weaving tales of survival and mysticism, I’ve fallen in love with runes, those enigmatic symbols from our ancestors. Today, let’s explore how these ancient marks breathe new life into modern stories, drawing from their historical roots to inspire today’s readers and writers.

Imagine a world shattered by catastrophe, where survivors cling to fragments of ancient wisdom to forge their path forward. In my Zion series, a mysterious rune etched on a weathered stone whispers prophecies of hope amid the ruins. It’s not just a plot device—it’s a bridge to the past, pulsing with magic that feels alive on the page.

Runes aren’t mere letters; they’re portals to a bygone era. The Elder Futhark, the oldest known runic alphabet, emerged around 150-800 AD among Germanic tribes in Scandinavia and beyond.

Carved into wood, stone, or bone, these 24 symbols served practical purposes—like labeling possessions or commemorating the dead—but they also carried deeper, mystical connotations.

Derived from the word “rún” meaning “secret” or “mystery” in Old Norse, runes were believed to hold divinatory power. Warriors might consult them before battle, or shamans use them in rituals to glimpse the future.

Historians draw much of what we know from sources like the Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem and the Norwegian Rune Poem, which assign poetic meanings to each symbol.

Take Fehu, the first rune, shaped like a cattle horn: It represents wealth, prosperity, and the rewards of hard work.

Uruz, resembling an aurochs (a wild ox), embodies raw strength and endurance—perfect for tales of overcoming adversity.

Then there’s Ansuz, linked to Odin, the Allfather, symbolizing wisdom, communication, and divine inspiration.

These aren’t static definitions; they’re fluid, open to interpretation, which is why they fascinate storytellers like me.

In my Zion series—starting with Zion: The Beginning and continuing through the chronicles—I’ve adapted these runes to fit a post-apocalyptic landscape. Here, they’re more than historical nods; they’re survival tools.

Characters decipher rune-inscribed artifacts to unlock hidden bunkers or predict environmental threats, blending ancient lore with futuristic grit.

For instance, a protagonist might trace Uruz during a brutal storm, drawing on its energy to push through exhaustion.

This isn’t arbitrary—I researched authentic meanings to ensure they resonate authentically, then twisted them to serve the narrative. It’s like Tolkien did with his Elvish scripts or runes in The Hobbit, where they add layers of world-building that make Middle-earth feel timeless.

What draws me to runes in storytelling is their versatility. They’re visual poetry: Simple lines that evoke complex ideas, making them ideal for visual media like book covers or fan art.

In Zion, they symbolize resilience in chaos, mirroring real-world themes of adaptation in uncertain times. And honestly, incorporating them sparks my creativity—it’s like unlocking a secret code in my own writing process.

Speaking of process, let’s get practical. If you’re an aspiring writer eyeing mystical elements, runes are a goldmine. I start with research:

Books like The Rune Primer by Sweyn Plowright or online archives from museums provide solid foundations without overwhelming you. Then, I sketch them out—drawing Fehu or Ansuz helps internalize their shapes and energies.

One tip I had fun with: Try “rune journaling.” Each morning, pull a rune (you can use apps or make your own deck) and let it inspire a scene. Stuck on a character’s motivation? Draw Ansuz for a wisdom breakthrough. It’s a low-pressure way to infuse some Nordic or Celtic magic into your drafts.

In Zion, this method led to some of my favorite twists—like a rune that shifts meaning based on context, forcing heroes to question fate. It’s empowering: Runes remind us that stories, like real life, are woven from choices and interpretations. If you’re curious, grab a notebook and experiment— who knows what secrets you’ll uncover?

As we step into 2026, runes feel more relevant than ever. In a world buzzing with AI and rapid change, they ground us in human heritage while fueling imagination. Whether you’re devouring fantasy epics or crafting your own, these symbols endure because they tap into universal truths: Strength in struggle, wisdom in whispers.

From Book 1: Zion: The Beginning Of the 6-part Series “America’s Great Perfect Storm”

If runes have sparked your interest, let me know and when it’s ready, I will let you know.. You’ll dive into the Zion series on Amazon—start with Zion: The Beginning and see how these ancient marks shape a new world.

Share your thoughts in the comments: Have you used runes in your stories, or do they appear in your favorite books?

I’d love to hear! And stay tuned for more chronicles woven in runes—next up, perhaps a rune-deep dive on my upcoming podcast.

Thanks for reading, fellow adventurers. Until next time, may your paths be marked with prosperous runes.

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Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/18/2026

Ponder

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Navigating the Digital Waves: How I Communicate Online as an Author

Navigating the Digital Waves: How I Communicate Online as an Author

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/14/2026

How do you communicate online?

Hello, readers! I’m Shirley Ulbrich, writing under the pen name S.M. Ulbrich, and today I’m diving into the prompt: “In what ways do you communicate online?” As an author of fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and children’s stories, online communication is my lifeline for connecting with readers, sharing my work, and building a community.

Hard at Work – MakingPlans

From promoting my books like the Discovering Misty series, George and the Eagle, The Covenant Fire (a standalone book), and the Zion series—America’s Great Terrible Storm, a 6-book series exploring themes of prophecy, survival, and faith with elements like Obama-era events, New Jerusalem visions, survival vaults, and culminating in a Survival review in the last book—to preparing to host my Pages Alight Podcast,

Misty the Mermaid of the Emerald Coast

I use a mix of platforms to engage, inspire, and interact. In this post, I’ll break down my methods, sprinkle in insights from key books on digital communication, and highlight how these tools help me spread the word about my projects. Let’s explore!

My Go-To Online Communication Methods

Online communication for me is all about blending creativity with connection. It’s not just about broadcasting—it’s about fostering conversations, sharing behind-the-scenes glimpses, and turning solitary writing into a shared adventure. Here’s how I do it:

1. My Website: The Central Hub (smulbrichauthor.com)

My website is the foundation of my online presence. It’s where I post detailed blog entries, book descriptions, and updates. For instance, I recently shared “Got a New Story in the Works for Misty,” teasing expansions to the Discovering Misty series about a young mermaid’s adventures in self-discovery and friendship. I also use it to announce wins, like taking 1st prize in a writing contest, and to promote my standalone book The Covenant Fire, a Christian/LDS YA apocalyptic novel full of adventure, as well as the Zion series, America’s Great Terrible Storm. This 6-book series weaves Latter-day Saint prophecy with dystopian survival stories, incorporating elements like Obama-era collapses, visions of New Jerusalem, and survival vaults in a saga of faith and resilience. The series includes books like Collapse (focusing on early chaos), Runners, Shadows of Zion, Rebuilding, Legacy, and ends with a Survival review in the sixth book, providing a comprehensive look back at survival strategies and themes. The site links everything together, from buy buttons on Amazon to podcast trailers, making it easy for visitors to explore my world.

2. Social Media Platforms: Engaging and Promoting

Social media is where the magic happens in real-time. I use it to share snippets, visuals, and calls to action for my books and podcast.

• Facebook (fb.com/smulbrich): On FB, I post about my multi-genre tales, from the whimsical Discovering Misty to the intense Zion series, America’s Great Terrible Storm, which follows characters navigating faith, chaos, and prophetic storms across six books, ending with a Survival review. I share trailers, reader reviews, and community discussions to build buzz.

• Instagram (@s.m.ulbrich): IG is perfect for visuals. I post book covers, AI-generated art inspired by my stories—like a podcast banner with a glowing antique book for Pages Alight—and reels teasing scenes from George and the Eagle, where young George Washington and his eagle companion face storms and adventures. It’s great for hashtagging #multigenre and connecting with visual storytellers.

• X (formerly Twitter, @SMUlbrich): On X, I share quick updates, blog links, and engage with trends. For example, I posted about my YouTube milestone for Pages Alight Podcast, which lights up discussions on my books and storytelling. I promote entries like “Narrative Nook Monday” series, tying into my Zion books such as America’s Great Terrible Storm, and even chime in on fun polls to keep interactions lively.

• TikTok and YouTube: These are video-heavy for my Pages Alight Podcast, where I will dive into book themes, read excerpts from the Zion series, and share trailers for The Covenant Fire. Short clips build excitement for upcoming releases.

These platforms help me reach different audiences—FB for in-depth shares, IG for aesthetics, X for quick chats—but they can get noisy, so I focus on authentic engagement to avoid burnout.

3. Email and Newsletters: Direct and Personal

I use email lists via my website to send exclusive updates, like sneak peeks at the Zion series’ Survival review or podcast episode drops. It’s asynchronous, allowing thoughtful responses without the pressure of live chats.

4. Podcasts and Video: Bringing Stories to Life

My Pages Alight Podcast on YouTube is a passion project. I communicate through audio-visual storytelling, discussing themes from my books, interviewing fellow creators, and reading passages. It’s ideal for conveying tone and emotion that text alone misses.

To refine my approach, I’ve drawn from several insightful books:

Lessons from Books on Online Communication

• Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other by Sherry Turkle: This reminds me that while social media expands my reach for promoting Discovering Misty, it can lead to superficial ties. I counter this by encouraging genuine comments and DMs.

• Online Communication: Linking Technology, Identity, & Culture by Andrew F. Wood and Matthew J. Smith: It explores how platforms shape identity, which helps me craft my author persona across FB, IG, and X.

• Smart Online Communication: Protecting Your Digital Footprint by Mary Lindeen: Essential for safe promotion, especially when sharing personal wins like my newsletter awards.

• Future Crimes by Marc Goodman: A warning about digital risks, guiding me to protect my content while sharing Zion series details.

These books emphasize balance—using tech to enhance, not replace, human connection.

The Impact and Future of My Online Efforts

Communicating online has grown my audience, from 25 followers on X to YouTube subscribers celebrating milestones. It’s helped sell books, launch the podcast, and connect over shared loves like fantasy and faith. Challenges? Time management and algorithm changes. But the rewards—reader feedback on George and the Eagle or Zion discussions—make it worthwhile.

How do you communicate online? Drop a comment below, or find me on socials to chat. Check out smulbrichauthor.com for more, and stay tuned for Pages Alight episodes!

Thanks for reading—let’s keep the conversation going!

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You Might Be a Writer If… You’re Chasing the Spark of Creation

You Might Be a Writer If… You’re Chasing the Spark of Creation

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/07/2026

Being an author isn’t just about putting words on a page—it’s about chasing the spark that turns ideas into stories that touch hearts. As the creator of Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast and George and the Brave Eagle, and a blogger who recently hit 1,048 visitors, I’ve learned that writers live in a world where imagination and purpose collide. If you’re wondering whether you’ve got that writer’s spark, here are some signs, tied to my own journey of crafting children’s books, growing my blog, and advocating for hope.

What Happens Next?

You’re Always Asking, “What Happens Next?”

You might be a writer if you can’t help but wonder what’s around the next corner of a story. Whether I’m walking along the Emerald Coast, where Discovering Misty was born, or brainstorming for George and the Brave Eagle, I’m constantly asking, “What happens next?” A seashell could inspire a mermaid’s quest, or a soaring bird could spark a tale of courage. If you’re always chasing the next plot twist, you’re a writer at heart.

You Rewrite the World to Make Sense of It

You might be a writer if you process life’s highs and lows by turning them into stories. When life feels heavy, I pour my thoughts into blog posts about resilience or craft scenes where Misty faces challenges with grit. Writing is my way of making sense of the world, and if you find yourself doing the same—whether through poetry, fiction, or a journal—you’re likely a writer, too.

People Watcher

You’re a People-Watcher with a Purpose

You might be a writer if you process life’s highs and lows by turning them into stories. When life feels heavy, I pour my thoughts into blog posts about resilience or craft scenes where Misty faces challenges with grit. Writing is my way of making sense of the world, and if you find yourself doing the same—whether through poetry, fiction, or a journal—you’re likely a writer, too.

You might be a writer if you study strangers in a coffee shop, imagining their backstories. I’ve built characters for Discovering Misty: Friends Forever by watching kids play at the beach or families share stories. Writers don’t just observe—they weave those moments into narratives that resonate. My blog often reflects these snapshots, connecting everyday life to bigger themes like hope and community.

You Fall in Love with Your Tools

You might be a writer if you have a favorite pen, a lucky notebook, or a laptop you treat like a trusted friend. My desk, cluttered with notes for my GoFundMe campaign for George and the Brave Eagle, is my creative sanctuary. If you get a thrill from the click of a keyboard or the smell of fresh paper, you’re part of the writer’s club.

You’re Haunted by Stories That Demand to Be Told

You might be a writer if an idea grabs you and won’t let go until it’s on the page. The story of George, soaring with bravery, or Misty, discovering her strength, kept me up at night until I brought them to life. If you’ve ever felt a story tugging at you, insisting it needs to exist, you know the writer’s calling.

You Find Joy in Reader Connections

You might be a writer if a single reader’s comment lights up your day. When someone leaves a review for Discovering Misty on Amazon or shares how my blog inspired them, it’s like fuel for my soul. Hitting 1,048 blog visitors felt like a milestone worth celebrating, and every interaction reminds me why I write: to connect, inspire, and spread joy.

You Write for Something Bigger

You might be a writer if your stories carry a deeper purpose. For me, it’s about more than children’s books—it’s about weaving hope and resilience into every page, a mission that ties to my advocacy for suicide prevention. Whether I’m sharing a blog post about family reading or a story about a brave eagle, I write to remind readers, young and old, that they’re not alone. If your words aim to lift others up, you’re a writer with heart.

You Keep Going, No Matter What

You might be a writer if you push through rejection, doubt, or the grind of promotion—like pitching Discovering Misty to bookstores or rallying support for George and the Brave Eagle. Writers don’t quit because the spark of creation is too strong. Even on tough days, I find myself back at my desk, writing a new blog post or polishing a chapter, because stories are how I make a difference.

If these signs feel like home, you might be a writer. Embrace the spark, chase the stories, and let your words light up the world. For me, it’s about bringing Misty and George to life, growing my blog, and sharing hope—one story at a time.

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TT Tuesday: Expanding Misty’s Backstory

TT Tuesday: Expanding Misty’s Backstory

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 01/06/2026

Expanding Misty’s Backstory: From Real-Life Legend to Enchanted Mermaid

As S.M. Ulbrich, the author of Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast and its sequel Discovering Misty: Friends Forever, I’ve always drawn inspiration from the world around me to craft stories that spark joy and hope in young hearts. Misty, my beloved mermaid character, isn’t just a figment of imagination—she’s rooted in the real-life magic of Misty Joy, a legendary performer along Florida’s Emerald Coast.

Today, on the blog, I’m excited to expand Misty’s backstory, weaving in elements from Misty Joy’s vibrant career as a mermaid, fire breather, stilt walker, and aerialist. This deeper dive adds layers of adventure, resilience, and wonder to Misty’s world, perfect for parents and kids alike.

If you’re new here, my blog just hit 500 visitors—thank you for being part of this journey! Let’s dive in, one word at a time.

The Origins: A Spark from the Surface World

Long before Misty became the brave mermaid we know, her story began in the shimmering shallows where the ocean meets the sandy shores of the Emerald Coast.

In my books, Misty is a young mermaid with an emerald-green tail that sparkles like sunlight on waves, curious about the world above. But her expanded backstory reveals she wasn’t always so confident.

Born in a hidden coral cove, Misty was the daughter of a wise sea guardian named Marina and a wandering ocean explorer called Triton.

Marina, with her flowing silver hair, taught Misty the secrets of the deep: how to read the currents, befriend sea creatures, and harness the ocean’s gentle magic.

Triton, however, shared tales of the surface world—stories of humans who danced on land, breathed fire like dragons, and walked on stilts taller than kelp forests.

These tales ignited Misty’s imagination, but they also filled her with doubt. As a little merling, Misty was shy, her tail often hiding behind coral reefs when bigger fish swam by.

“The world above is full of wonders,” Triton would say, “but it takes courage to bridge the two realms.” Little did Misty know, her destiny was tied to a real human legend: Misty Joy, the Emerald Coast’s own mermaid performer, whose daring acts blurred the line between myth and reality.

The Inspiration: Echoes of Misty Joy

Drawing from the real Misty Joy—whose performances at places like The Island Resort’s Grotto Pool have enchanted families for years—Misty’s backstory now includes a pivotal “awakening” moment. One fateful day, as Misty ventured closer to the surface than ever before, she glimpsed a human woman gliding through the water with grace and flair.

This was Misty Joy, donning her mermaid tail, flipping and twirling in a pool that mirrored the ocean’s turquoise hues. But Misty Joy wasn’t just swimming; she was performing feats that seemed impossible—breathing fire underwater (or so it appeared to young Misty through the waves), balancing on stilts along the shore, and soaring through the air like an aerialist.

In my expanded lore, this sighting wasn’t coincidence. Misty Joy, a multifaceted artist known for her stilt-walking parades, fire-breathing spectacles, and mermaid shows across Florida, unknowingly cast a spell on the underwater world. Her energy rippled through the waves, awakening ancient mermaid magic.

For Misty, it was a turning point. “If a human can embrace the sea with such bravery,” Misty thought, “then I can explore beyond my cove.” This encounter infused Misty with a spark of human spirit—resilience in the face of challenges, the joy of performance, and the power of bringing smiles to others.

Misty Joy’s real-life legend adds depth here: As a performer who’s popped up in community events, from Gulf-side gatherings to resort meet-and-greets, she’s all about creating magical moments.

In the story, Misty begins to mimic these acts in her own way—practicing flips with dolphin friends like Finn, “breathing” bubbles like fire, and balancing on seaweed “stilts.”

This phase of her backstory highlights themes of self-discovery, showing young readers that inspiration can come from unexpected places, much like how my own experiences as a foster mom to over 200 medically fragile children taught me about quiet strength.

The Trials: Building Courage in the Depths

As Misty grew, her backstory unfolds with trials that test her newfound spark. One stormy night, a fierce hurricane—echoing the wild weather of Florida’s coast—stirred the ocean into chaos.

Waves crashed, scattering Misty’s family and friends. Triton was swept away on a quest to calm the storm spirits, leaving Misty to protect her cove.

Drawing from Misty Joy’s aerialist poise, Misty learned to “fly” through turbulent currents, twisting and turning like an acrobat to rescue trapped sea creatures.

But doubt crept in, much like the shadows in my earlier Misty tales. Misty faced a “Whirlpool of Fears,” a swirling vortex that whispered failures: “You’re too small, too shy.”

Here, her backstory ties into real-world resilience—Misty Joy’s journey as a performer likely involved overcoming stage fright or physical challenges, performing as a mermaid in pools or on stilts at events.

In the story, Misty overcomes this by remembering the human’s fearless smile, emerging stronger and ready to lead.

This period also introduces Misty’s signature emerald tail. In the expanded lore, it wasn’t always so vibrant; it started as a dull green, symbolizing her hidden potential.

Through acts of kindness—like helping a lost clownfish find its anemone home—Misty’s tail began to glow, a metaphor for how inner courage shines outward.

This mirrors my advocacy for hope and suicide prevention: Even in dark times, small steps can light the way.

The Legacy: From Backstory to Adventure

With her backstory now richer, Misty emerges as a bridge between worlds. She forms alliances with surface dwellers (subtly nodding to Misty Joy’s fan interactions at resorts), sharing ocean secrets in exchange for tales of land adventures.

This sets the stage for the books: In Discovering Misty, she embarks on quests with friends like Shelly the seahorse and Bubbles the clownfish, facing challenges that echo her past trials.

As a parent and Scout leader who’s hosted 600-800 Boy Scouts on our 25-acre LDS church park, I see Misty’s story as a lesson in leadership—stepping up not despite fears, but because of them.

Her expanded backstory emphasizes that heroes aren’t born brave; they grow through inspiration, trials, and community.

If this peek into Misty’s world sparks your imagination, grab Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast on Amazon for the full tale, or support George and the Brave Eagle via GoFundMe.

My YouTube channel for story readings is still in the works—I’m taking my time to make it magical!

What’s one element you’d add to Misty’s backstory? Comment below—I’d love to hear and maybe incorporate it into future tales. Spreading hope one heart at a time!

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Tale Time Tuesday: A New Misty Story!

Tale Time Tuesday: A New Misty Story!

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 12/30/2025

As S.M. Ulbrich, author of Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast and George and the Brave Eagle, I love diving into new storytelling adventures. Tale Time Tuesday is my way of sharing fresh tales right here on the blog, inspired by the magic of Misty’s world.

This week’s challenge? Drafting a brand-new Misty story between 2400-2500 words. Use the 4 prompts from the Storyteller cards the kids choose for me to use.

It’s a fun stretch for me, weaving in themes of courage, friendship, and hope—one word at a time.

Oh, and a quick update: I’m still working on my YouTube channel for story readings and behind-the-scenes peeks. It’s not quite ready yet—I’m taking so long to finish it because I want it to sparkle just right for you all!

In the meantime, enjoy this extended Misty adventure below. If you love it, check out Discovering Misty on Amazon or support George and the Brave Eagle via GoFundMe. Let’s spread hope one heart at a time!

Underwater Cave

Misty’s Deep Sea Challenge

Once upon a time, in the shimmering waters of the Emerald Coast, lived a brave little mermaid named Misty. Her tail sparkled like emeralds under the sun, and her long, flowing hair danced with the ocean currents. Misty loved exploring the coral reefs, making friends with colorful fish, and discovering hidden treasures. But today was different. Today, Misty faced her biggest challenge yet.

It all started on a sunny morning when Misty woke up in her cozy seashell bed. The water was warm, and beams of light pierced through the surface like golden arrows. “What a perfect day for an adventure!” Misty exclaimed, twirling in a circle. Her best friend, Finn the dolphin, swam by with a playful flip.

“Misty! Have you heard about the Deep Sea Challenge?” Finn asked, his eyes wide with excitement. “The wise old sea turtle, Grandpa Tortuga, is hosting it. It’s a quest to find the Lost Pearl of Courage, hidden in the deepest part of the ocean. Whoever finds it will bring bravery to all the sea creatures!”

Misty’s heart fluttered. She had always dreamed of proving her courage. As a mermaid inspired by the legendary performer Misty Joy from the human world above, she knew that true bravery came from within. But the deep sea? It was dark, mysterious, and full of unknown dangers like swirling whirlpools and shadowy creatures. “I want to try, Finn,” Misty said, her voice a mix of nerves and determination. “But I’ll need help. Will you come with me?”

“Of course!” Finn replied. “We’re a team, remember? Let’s gather some friends first.”

Together, they swam to the Coral Playground, where all the young sea creatures playedj. There was Shelly the shy seahorse, who could camouflage herself in a blink; Bubbles the bubbly clownfish, always ready for a laugh; and Spike the spiky pufferfish, who puffed up when scared but had a heart of gold.

“Friends!” Misty called out. “Grandpa Tortuga’s Deep Sea Challenge is on! We need to find the Lost Pearl of Courage. Who’s with us?”

Shelly peeked out from behind a coral branch. “Me? But I’m too small. What if I get lost?”

Bubbles giggled. “And what if we meet a grumpy shark? I’ll tell jokes to make him smile!”

Spike puffed up a little. “I’ll join, but only if we stick together. Safety in numbers!”

Misty smiled warmly. “That’s the spirit! We’ll face whatever comes our way, one fin at a time. Remember, courage isn’t about being fearless—it’s about swimming forward even when you’re scared.”

With their team assembled, they set off toward the edge of the reef, where the water grew cooler and the light dimmer. Grandpa Tortuga waited there, his ancient shell etched with maps of old adventures.

“Ah, young ones,” he rumbled. “The Lost Pearl lies in the Abyss Cave, guarded by trials of the heart. You must pass three challenges: the Whirlpool of Doubt, the Shadow Maze, and the Guardian’s Riddle. Only a true team can succeed.”

Misty nodded bravely. “We’re ready, Grandpa. Lead the way!”

The group dove deeper, the ocean floor dropping away like a vast blue canyon. Fish darted around them, whispering warnings. “Turn back! It’s too dangerous!” But Misty led on, her emerald tail glowing faintly in the fading light.

First came the Whirlpool of Doubt. It swirled like a giant funnel, pulling everything toward its center. “Hold on tight!” Misty shouted as the current tugged at them. Shelly clung to Finn’s fin, Bubbles spun in circles laughing nervously, and Spike inflated to twice his size.

“I can’t do this!” Shelly cried. “I’m not strong enough!”

Misty’s Home

Misty reached out a hand. “Yes, you are! Think of all the times you’ve hidden from danger—that’s your strength. We’re stronger together!”

Encouraged, Shelly used her camouflage to blend with the water, guiding the others through a hidden calm spot in the whirlpool. One by one, they slipped through, emerging breathless but triumphant.

“Woo-hoo! We did it!” Bubbles cheered. “That was like a wild water ride!”

Deeper they went, until the light vanished completely. Now they entered the Shadow Maze—a labyrinth of dark seaweed walls and echoing tunnels. Strange shadows lurked, whispering fears. “You’ll never find your way,” one hissed. “You’re lost forever.”

Finn shivered. “Misty, it’s so dark. How do we navigate?”

Misty thought of the stories she’d heard from the surface world, where humans like Misty Joy performed daring feats under bright lights. “We use our senses! Bubbles, your stripes glow a little—lead with that. Spike, puff up and feel the walls. Shelly, listen for echoes.”

Working as a team, they mapped the maze. Bubbles’ faint glow lit narrow paths, Spike’s spikes brushed against turns, and Shelly’s keen ears detected dead ends.

When a shadow monster—a tricky illusion—lunged at them, Misty sang a brave song: “Shadows fade when friends unite, courage shines in darkest night!” The illusion dissolved, and they found the exit.

“Two down, one to go!” Finn exclaimed. “You’re amazing, Misty!”

Finally, they reached the Abyss Cave, a glowing cavern filled with bioluminescent jellyfish. In the center sat the Guardian—a massive, wise octopus named Octavia, her tentacles swirling like living vines.

“Welcome, seekers,” Octavia boomed. “To claim the Lost Pearl, solve my riddle: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?”

The friends puzzled. Shelly whispered, “An echo? It speaks without a mouth…”

“Yes!” Misty cried. “An echo!”

Octavia nodded approvingly. “Well done. But the true test is why you seek the pearl.”

Misty looked at her friends. “Not for glory, but to share courage with everyone. We’ve learned that challenges make us grow, and friends make us strong.”

Satisfied, Octavia revealed the pearl—a radiant orb pulsing with light. As Misty touched it, a wave of bravery spread through the ocean, lighting up the deep sea.

Back at the reef, Grandpa Tortuga praised them. “You’ve proven that courage is in every heart.”

From that day on, Misty and her friends shared tales of their adventure, inspiring all. And Misty knew: every challenge was a chance to shine.

(The End – Word count: 2487)

Word Prompts: bravery, whispering, surface, and camouflage

Undersea World

Whew, that was a fun dive into Misty’s world! Drafting this story reminded me of the resilience I’ve seen in my own life—as a foster mom to over 200 medically fragile children, a Scout leader hosting massive campouts, and a patriot coordinating Overpassers for USA rallies.

Stories like this one echo those experiences, showing how we can overcome doubts and fears together.

If this tale sparked joy for you or your little ones, grab Discovering Misty on Amazon for more mermaid magic, or support my next book via GoFundMe for George and the Brave Eagle. My blog just hit 500 visitors—thanks to you!

What’s your favorite part of Misty’s challenge? Comment below, and stay tuned for that YouTube channel—it’s coming soon, I promise. Spreading hope one heart at a time!

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Navigating Grief During the Holidays: Finding Light in the Shadows

Navigating Grief During the Holidays: Finding Light in the Shadows

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 12/25/2025

The holidays are often painted as a time of pure joy—twinkling lights, family gatherings, and cherished traditions. But for many, this season stirs deep sorrow. Grief doesn’t pause for celebrations; it can make empty chairs, familiar songs, and festive cheer feel like painful reminders of what’s missing.

Whether your loss comes from the death of a loved one, estrangement, divorce, health challenges, or even the family you wish you’d had, holiday grief is real and valid. Expectations of mandatory happiness, resurfacing memories, and cultural pressure for perfect togetherness can all amplify the ache.

“No Empty Chairs…”

The good news? You don’t have to force cheer or pretend everything’s fine. Grief and joy can coexist. Here are some gentle ways to care for yourself this season:

• Give yourself permission to feel. Cry if you need to, laugh if it comes naturally, or simply rest. No guilt required.

• Rethink traditions. Keep what comforts you, adapt what hurts, or skip altogether. Light a candle in memory, share a favorite story, or create something entirely new—like volunteering or a quiet day alone.

• Set kind boundaries. It’s okay to decline invitations, leave early, or ask for space from certain topics. Protect your energy.

• Speak your needs. Tell supportive people what helps: “This year is tough—let’s keep it low-key” or “I’d love to talk about them today.”

• Practice small self-care. Eat, rest, move, breathe. Honor your loved one through a donation, a special ornament, or playing their favorite music.

• Seek support if needed. Friends, grief groups, counselors, or online communities can lighten the load.

Christmas Dreams

If you’re supporting someone grieving, your presence matters most. Listen without trying to fix it. Acknowledge their pain. Offer specific help. Simply say, “I’m here for you.”

Grief changes the holidays, but it doesn’t erase meaning. In time, the sharp edges soften, and space opens for new warmth alongside the memories you carry.

The Magic of Christmas

This season, be gentle with yourself. Your feelings are valid, your love endures, and healing comes in its own quiet way.

Wishing you moments of peace amid the complexity. 🎄

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Got a New Story in the Works for Misty

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 12/23/2025

Here’s a hint: creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/zBAvrLJOrSmtAFP2vjB5/a-fantastical-underwater-library-where-ancient-scrolls-and-glowing-orbs-rest-on-coral-shelves-school

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Created With Nightcafe

Created With Nightcafe

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 12/15/2025

Below is my Creation Listing for 2025. As you can see, I haven’t been using this tool very long, but I’m certainly enjoying it. The entries in the piece shows some of my books and yet-to-be published books of this year.

You can see Misty, the mermaid of the Emerald Coast, from my 2 children’s books of the same name. She’s chatting with 6-year-old George Washington and his buddy, the brave eagle.

Under that section, you’ll find the book cover for my Washington’s Fantastical Crossing, where he’s being watched by merfolk – I really hadn’t planned to write so many stories about merfolk!

The one at the bottom middle is part of my America’s Great Perfect Storm. The leopard and night-watchers are suggestive of Obama’s dream — more on that later.

The bottom left is from my YA speculative fiction, “The Covenant Fire”, a story about a team asked to locate and activate an ancient artifact, while avoiding the evil cabal chasing them to recover the artifact to use for their purposes. This artifact is meant to bring about the 2nd Resurrection and gather the Lost Ten Tribes.

“Pages Alight” is my forthcoming podcast on YouTube! Coming very soon.

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Thanks for reading!

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Do You Know These Stories?

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 12/13/2025

You probably notice that I often share picture books on this blog. That’s because I believe picture books are the most versatile, powerful and …

Do You Know These Stories?
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Life in a Small Town

Life in a Small Town

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 11/16/2025

The essence of my life.

Contest: Write 150 words about your life in full; don’t give just parts of your life.

I was born in a small town. Story was my first language. I learned to read the rules in school and to rebel in books. Now they’re arrows pointing injustice and wonder.

I was married young and divorced younger but I learned motherhood would be an anchor in all storms of love. Then I was married for keeps.

Mother and foster motherhood came. Six boys, two girls, two angels, brave and funny. I learned to read my heart in their handwriting and put children’s books in print.

Misty a mermaid swam in my thoughts and cried for a tiara! Faith grew where my eyes met a portrait of Christ saying, “You are enough.”

I am a writer today scheduling social media posts, recreating like fireflies; still I believe stories can cross ice floes.

My life? Untidy, hope-full, windy, full of notes of beauty, sometimes heartbreaking and often rewriting manuscripts.

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1st Prize: New Moon’s Whisper 

1st Prize: New Moon’s Whisper 

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 11/10/2025

General Story Contest Winner 

A short story about New Moon’s promise

In the small town of Hawkins, where the East Texas hills rolled like green waves under a big sky, lived a woman named Dot, short for Dorothy. 

She was a foster parent, her home a revolving door of laughter and tears, where children came like shooting stars — bright, fleeting, sometimes hot, and leaving trails of light in her heart. 

Dot had no children of her own, but she had empathy, a quiet force that bloomed in the darkness of night, much like the new moon she watched every month from her front porch.

Tonight was such a night. The new moon hung invisible in the sky, a blank slate promising rebirth. No silvery glow pierced the velvet black; instead, the stars seemed sharper, as if the moon’s absence made room for their stories. 

Dot sat on the creaky swing, a mug of chamomile tea warming her hands, listening to the nearby hoot of an owl. 

Inside the house, two foster siblings slept: Amy, eight years old with a mop of curly hair and a guarded smile, and her little brother Mikey, five, who clung to a stuffed bear like it was his anchor.

They had arrived three weeks ago, old suitcases battered and eyes wide with the uncertainty of yet another move. Their mother was in recovery, their father a ghost in old photographs. 

Dot knew the drill — love them fiercely, teach them gently, and let them go when the time came. But each departure carved a deeper groove in her soul. “Why do they have to leave?” she’d whisper to the night sky on new moon evenings, when the world felt emptiest.

This time, though, something felt different. Amy had a fire in her, a curiosity that sparked during their evening walks. “What’s a new moon, Miss Dot?” she’d asked one day, pointing at the calendar on the kitchen wall where Dot marked the lunar phases.

“It’s when the moon hides,” Dot explained, kneeling at Amy’s level. “But it’s not gone. It’s just resting, gathering strength to grow full again. Like us, sometimes we need darkness to find our light.”

Amy’s brow furrowed. “Does it feel alone up there?”

Dot’s heart ached. “Maybe. But it knows the stars are watching. And it always comes back stronger.”

That conversation lingered as Dot gazed at the sky now. A soft creak from the door pulled her from her thoughts. Amy stood there in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes. “Can’t sleep,” she mumbled.

“Come sit,” Dot said, patting the swing. Amy hesitated, then climbed up, leaning into Dot’s side. The night air was cool, carrying the heavy scent of pine from the nearby woods.

“Why’s the moon hiding tonight?” Amy asked, her voice small.

Dot smiled. “It’s a new moon. A time for new beginnings. What do you think it’s dreaming about?”

Amy thought for a moment, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. “Maybe… a family that stays.”

The words hung heavy, like rain about ready to fall. Dot wrapped an arm around her. “Families come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, Amy. Sometimes they’re forever, sometimes they’re for just a season. But the love? That stays forever, like the moon’s promise.”

Mikey appeared then, bear in tow, his thumb in his mouth. He toddled over and squeezed between them. The three sat in silence, the swing gently rocking. 

Dot pointed upward. “See those stars? They’re like all the people who care about you, even the ones you don’t know yet. Even when you can’t see the moon, they’re there.”

As the night deepened, Dot shared stories — tales of the moon’s cycles, how ancient people saw it as a guardian of secrets and fresh starts. 

She spoke of empathy, that invisible thread connecting hearts. “It’s feeling what someone else feels,” she said. “Like when Mikey scrapes his knee, and you hug him because you know it hurts.”

Amy nodded slowly. “Is that why you take care of us? Even if we leave?”

“Yes,” Dot whispered. “Because I know what it’s like to feel lost. And I want you to carry that feeling with you — to look for it in others, to give it away. It’s the strongest magic there is.”

A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Mikey gasped. “Wish!” he exclaimed.

They closed their eyes. Dot wished for the children’s happiness, wherever life took them. When she opened hers, Amy was staring at the empty space where the moon should be. “I wished for the moon to come back,” Amy said. “And for us to find a home like this.”

Dot’s eyes misted. “You already have a piece of it, right here.” She tapped Amy’s chest.

The next morning, the social worker called. Their mother was stable; reunification was imminent. 

Dot’s stomach twisted, but she pushed through, packing their things with care — extra clothes, drawings they’d made, a little photo book of some of the things they did together, and a small notebook where she’d written moon stories for them.

On their last night, under another starlit sky, Dot gathered them on the porch again. She gave each a polished stone, smooth and dark like the hidden moon. 

“Keep this,” she said. “When you feel alone, hold it and remember: the new moon is just beginning. Seek empathy, give love, and you’ll always find your way.”

Amy hugged her tightly. “Will you miss us?”

“Every day,” Dot admitted. “But that’s okay. Missing means we mattered.”

Mikey buried his face in her shoulder. “Love you, Miss Dot.”

“And I love you both. Always.”

The car pulled away the next day, taillights fading like dying stars. Dot stood alone, the house echoing with emptiness. That evening, she returned to the porch, the new moon still cloaked in darkness. But as she sat, a warmth spread through her — a whisper from the sky, reminding her that endings were just veiled beginnings.

Weeks later, a letter arrived. Amy’s handwriting, wobbly but determined: “Dear Miss Dot, We saw the moon growing last night. It’s like you said — new starts. Mom’s trying, and I hugged Mikey when he cried. That’s empathy, right? We miss you. Love, Amy and Mikey.”

Dot smiled through tears, clutching the letter. The new moon had worked its magic, planting seeds of love that would bloom in the darkness, guiding them home.

Foster care is difficult for everyone, but sadly, it’s necessary. Most of the kids we saw had only a plastic bag with a couple of items. As VP of the FPAssociatoon, I always advised foster parents to send kids out with some personal items they could call their own, like a photo album. Many kids never saw their own baby pictures! That’s how I started writing – journals for the kids to take with them. There are many good foster parents out there; you just hear about the bad ones. 

Dedicated to my friend, Dorothy Phillips

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Thoughtful Thursday: The Enduring Love in Love You Forever and Discovering Misty

Thoughtful Thursday: The Enduring Love in Love You Forever and Discovering Misty

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 10/09/2025

Some stories weave themselves into our hearts, becoming more than words on a page—they become part of our lives. Robert Munsch’s Love You Forever is one such tale, a children’s book that captures the eternal bond between parent and child with a tenderness that transcends generations. Its iconic refrain, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be,” resonates deeply, reflecting a love that evolves yet never fades. For me, this book holds special meaning, as I gifted it to my mother and mother-in-law for Mother’s Day, a gesture to honor the unbreakable ties of family. Its emotional depth inspired my own children’s book, Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast, where love and connection shine through adventures along Florida’s shores.

In Love You Forever, Munsch crafts a narrative that mirrors life’s cycles. A mother rocks her baby, singing her lullaby of devotion, and as time passes, the roles reverse—her grown son cradles her in return. This poignant shift hit me profoundly when reading to my sons, now grown, in our East Texas home. The story’s simplicity—its gentle rhythm and heartfelt illustrations—belies its power to evoke tears and gratitude. It reminds us that love is a constant, even as life changes. I felt this when I wrote Discovering Misty, where Misty the mermaid and Moriah the loggerhead turtle forge a friendship that weathers challenges, like Moriah’s entrapment in a fisherman’s net in Friends Forever. Their bond, set against the vibrant Emerald Coast, echoes the steadfast love in Munsch’s tale, showing young readers that care and loyalty endure.

What makes both stories timeless is their ability to speak to all ages. Love You Forever isn’t just for children; it’s for anyone who’s loved or been loved. Its message of eternal devotion connected me to my Acadian roots, where family and heritage are sacred. Similarly, Discovering Misty uses the magic of mermaids and coastal adventures to teach trust and friendship, inspired by the real-life Misty Joy, a Florida performer whose warmth infuses the series. When Misty helps Moriah or teaches a lesson about kindness in The Missing Tiara, it’s my way of bottling that same universal love for young readers, encouraging them to carry it forward.

As a writer, I’ve learned from Munsch to keep stories simple yet profound, letting emotions breathe through small moments—like a mermaid’s smile or a mother’s lullaby. For this Thoughtful Thursday, I invite you to revisit a book that shaped your heart. Share it with someone you love, just as I did with Love You Forever. And if you’re looking for a new adventure, dive into Discovering Misty on Amazon or Audible, where love and friendship sparkle like the Gulf waves.

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What’s a story that’s touched you? Let’s talk in the comments on Family Circle 14 or S.M. Ulbrich Author Blog!

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Narrative Nook Monday #3: Echoes of the Forgotten Shore

Narrative Nook Monday #3: Echoes of the Forgotten Shore

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 10/06/2025

Narrative Nook Monday: Echoes of the Forgotten Shore

Welcome back to Narrative Nook Monday, dear readers—a cozy corner of Family Circle 14 and S.M.Ulbrich Blog where stories unfold like whispers from the bayou, blending our Acadian and Cajun roots with threads of wonder and heart. Today, let’s dive into a tale inspired by the resilient spirits of the Gulf Coast, where the sea holds secrets and second chances. I call this one “The Lantern’s Promise”, a short story of loss, light, and the unbreakable pull of home. Pull up a chair, brew some chicory coffee, and let the words carry you away.

In the salt-kissed hamlet of Petit Rivière, where the Mississippi’s lazy fingers tangled with the Gulf’s restless waves, lived an old fisherman named Étienne. His days blurred into a rhythm of nets and knots, his nights into the hush of a widow’s solitude. Twenty years had passed since the great storm of ‘05 stole his Marie—not her body, mind you, but her spark—leaving him adrift in a world that felt as empty as the bay after a nor’easter.

Étienne’s boat, L’Étoile Filante (Shooting Star, though it hadn’t shot anywhere in a decade), bobbed forgotten at the rickety dock. He mended nets by lantern light now, not for the sea, but for the ghosts that gathered in the gloaming. Folks in town said he talked to shadows, but Étienne knew better: they were echoes. Marie’s laugh in the wind, her callused hands braiding his hair with tales of her Acadian grandmère, who fled the British expulsion in 1755, carrying only a locket and a song.

One fog-shrouded dawn, as the herons cried their mournful reveille, a stranger washed up on the shore. Not a man, exactly, but a silhouette stitched from mist and memory—a figure cloaked in seaweed, eyes like polished abalone shells. “Étienne LeBlanc,” it rasped, voice like gravel under keel, “you’ve kept my light too long.”

He froze, net half-mended in his lap. The lantern at his feet flickered, its flame dancing defiant against the damp. “Who are you to claim what’s mine?” he growled, though his heart hammered like a gator’s tail on tin.

The figure knelt, close enough for him to smell the brine and something sweeter—jasmine from Marie’s garden. “I am the Keeper of Lost Promises. Your Marie made one the night the storm came: to light your way home, no matter how far the tide pulls.” It extended a hand, palm up, revealing a tiny glass orb etched with Acadian fleur-de-lis. Inside swirled a miniature tempest, frozen mid-roar.

Étienne’s breath caught. That night replayed in his mind’s eye: Marie pressing the orb into his fist as winds howled, her lips fierce against his. “Keep this, mon cœur. It’ll guide you when I’m gone. Promise me you’ll live, not just survive.” He’d nodded, numb, and tucked it away. But grief is a sly thief; it had hoarded the promise like a miser with coins.

“Why now?” he whispered, the words cracking like driftwood.

The Keeper’s eyes softened, reflecting the lantern’s glow. “Because the shore forgets no one, but it tires of waiting. Sail out at dusk, Étienne. Follow the light to where her echo lingers.”

Dusk painted the sky in bruised purples and golds. Against the mutters of neighbors (“Old Étienne’s finally lost it”), he shoved off in L’Étoile Filante, the boat groaning like an old friend roused from slumber. The orb nestled in the lantern, its inner storm now a steady pulse of blue fire. He steered into the gathering dark, the Gulf a vast inkwell swallowing stars.

Hours bled into the velvet night. Waves slapped the hull like impatient lovers, and doubt gnawed at him—had grief conjured this madness? Then, a glimmer: not from the orb, but ahead, where sea met sky in a hazy seam. A chorus of lights bobbed there, faint as fireflies, weaving patterns that tugged at his soul. He leaned into the tiller, heart thundering.

As L’Étoile cut through the swell, the lights resolved into lanterns—dozens, hundreds—drifting on a hidden atoll, a crescent of sand veiled by perpetual mist. Figures moved among them, translucent as moonlit lace: souls unmoored by storms past, Acadian exiles and Cajun kin, waiting for their lights to be claimed. And at the heart, Marie—her hair wild as the waves that took her, her smile a beacon.

“Étienne,” she called, voice clear as a fiddle’s reel. She stepped forward, solidifying in the lantern’s warmth, her hand cool but real against his weathered cheek. “You kept your promise. Now let me keep mine.”

They talked till the stars wheeled overhead— of lost years, of the boys they’d never had, of the songs her grandmère sang to summon courage. The other lanterns brightened with each word, promises reignited, pulling their keepers home across the water. Dawn crept in, gilding the mist, and Marie pressed the orb back into his palm. “This isn’t goodbye, mon amour. It’s the light we carry together. Go build that garden again. Plant jasmine for me.”

He sailed back as the sun crested, the Gulf now a mirror of gold. L’Étoile Filante kissed the dock with a sigh of relief. The town stirred, eyes wide at the old man grinning like a fool, his nets abandoned for a shovel and seeds. That night, as jasmine bloomed improbably under his window, Étienne lit his lantern—not for ghosts, but for the living promise within.

And on fogged dawns thereafter, when strangers washed ashore, he’d share the tale: “The sea don’t steal; it lends. Just follow the light.”

What do you think, friends? Does The Lantern’s Promise stir echoes in your own heart—memories of loved ones, or the quiet strength of heritage that lights our way? Share in the comments below, or drop a line on Goodreads or Amazon. If this nook warmed you, curl up with one of my Zion Chronicles for more tales of trials turned triumphs, or revisit Discovering Misty for seaside magic that lingers. Until next Monday, may your own lanterns burn bright. Au revoir!

*~ S. M. Ulbrich*

(Word count: ~750. Inspired by Gulf Coast folklore and the enduring love in stories like Love You Forever.)

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Wildcard Wednesday #2: Music To Write By

Wildcard Wednesday #2: Music To Write By

Published by S.M. Ulbrich on 10/01/2025

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