5 Reasons It’s Great To Be A Writer

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5. Reading. I horde books. When hubby asks me why I have SO many books, I tell him I need them for ‘research.’ I don’t think he’s caught on yet. It’ll be our little secret.

4. Time Alone. Writing gives me a great excuse to be alone. If I don’t want to do the dishes, it’s because I suddenly thought of a great scene I just have to write down. (Or I needed to check my Twitter or Instagram).

3. Murder. When there’s someone in your life that deserves to meet a particularly horrible and untimely death, but you don’t want to live the rest of your life on death row, you can just kill them over and over again in your writing. (I have a relative, or two, that has a future as multiple victims). Continue reading

Summer Break 2015 – Making Time to Write

Prairie2I’ve been meaning to post an update but I’ve been a tad bit busy.

First there was the 4100+ chapter six that I sent off to the amazing editor. She said it would be a few days before she got it back to me. Which turned out to be the next day. Did I mention that she was amazing?

Then there’s the whole ‘end of the school year’ song and dance. And that means lots of meetings; teachers (for the annual IEP, goal planning for next year, and a game plan with home work for the summer to make sure there’s no regression and he’s ready for the next school year), therapists (more goal planning, homework, etc.), care coordinators, doctors, the list goes on towards the never setting sunset. Continue reading

Catch Me, I’m Falling!

off the ledgeThis week has been a whirlwind, but then again, what week isn’t? If you have a kid, a pet, a partner, or a life, I think you know what I’m talking about. There’s always someone or something whining for your attention.

And if that weren’t bad enough, I had a couple of days filled with paralyzing fear. Not the “I can’t leave the house” kind (although, I have experienced that once or twice before). Nope, this was the “My writing sucks. My characters REALLY suck because they’re talking to me but I’m not understanding them. I give up. I’ll never be any good. I wonder if McDonald’s is hiring.” Continue reading

Oops…Sorry About That!

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I forgot to write a post for this week. Oops.

This week has been such a whirlwind that I’m not even sure what all I did. I recall scheduling surgery for my eight year old son. He has to have two teeth extracted. Because he’s non-verbal and autistic, we’re seeing a dentist that specializes in special needs kiddos. She recommended, for his comfort and safety, that we schedule it at the Children’s Hospital where she can put him under and do the extractions, cleaning and x-rays. She also assured me that because he’d be in post-op, I’d have the help of the nurses to comfort him when he recovers. THAT is huge.

And my vacuum decided to kick the bucket on me. The bastard. Now I have to go shopping. I hate shopping. I know…a woman that hates to shop. Well, unless it’s for old fashion stationary, purple pens, and of course, BOOKS. I could spend days in a book store. Ebooks are great and all, but I still love the feel of a paper book. Much to my husband’s dismay. Every time he comes home, there’s a new stack of books waiting to be read. Continue reading

Yay! For Writing

I had expected a speedy recovery after my oral surgery on March 13th given my previous rebounds from the same procedure. I should have known better. This time, the dentist decided to do some “bone therapy.” Basically, it meant opening up my gums, ‘scratching’ the bone to induce bone growth, and then stitching it back up. He did this on both sides of my jaw as well as extract 4 teeth (two upper, 2 lower) on the right side.

I can only say that I’m thankful I opted for being sedated. I slept most of that day and the next. Except for the occasional moments where I had to get up to take more pain pills until they started to make me throw up. Which led to busting open some sutures. And more bleeding. And more pain. You might say I was a little miserable. And the last thing on my mind, besides eating, was writing. Continue reading

Life Happens…

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Have you ever noticed that when you carefully plan out something, you usually end up with one of two normal results?

The first being that everything goes according to plan. Or pretty damn close. And if that was my norm, I wouldn’t be writing this post.

Instead, as par for the course, Life decided that my plans were a joke and threw in a few twists and turns to keep things interesting. Continue reading