It’s the question that drives us…

Learning How to Read Like a Scholar

Learning How to Read Like a Scholar

Let’s talk research. Every writer knows there are times in the pursuit of creativity we delve into areas that aren’t pretty and can make the average person sick to their stomach. However, finding information is part of what an author must do for the sake of the story.

Joining a discussion group created for writers with the sole purpose of being able to pick each other’s brains was the best decision I could have ever made. Questions can include topics such as, how much does a head wound bleed or what is the best way to disable brakes on a car?

There’s nothing worse then reading a book and it isn’t believable.

The devil’s in the details.

But, sometimes while you’re searching the internet you come across an article or website that just breaks your heart. With everything I’ve read, seen, and heard while researching my book one would think nothing would shock or surprise me.

I was wrong.

I need to find my happy place.

Dreamy beach house // I can't even imagine

Dreamy beach house

Panic Attack or A Reality Check?

Anxiety featured on iFunny.com!

Anxiety featured on iFunny.com

Anxiety sucks. With all of the details and checklists for my book, I think my brain went into overload. Too many things needing to be done, and it feels like it all has to be done right now.

Fred Sanford

Fred Sanford

Last weekend, I woke up to a helluva panic attack. I mean, clutch your chest, holla out “Elizabeth!” panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, my chest felt like it was going to burst, and I had trouble speaking for a little while. It was bad. 

"Inheritance" by Kevin Grass

“Inheritance” by Kevin Grass

Now, I come from a long line of alcoholics, pill poppers, and relatives with a tendency towards chemical dependencies. I’m no stranger to seeing addiction in action. So, I have a few issues when it comes to taking my medication. I joke around about it, but the truth is I have a fear of being an addict.

It’s not cute.

Oh, my friend, but on that day…Gracias a Dios por los pastillas. There’s only been one time in my life that I understood the enthrallment of drugs and it was after 32 hours of labor. (I secretly still love the man who gave me my epidural. Sorry, babe.)

Relax via ~**Sweetness**~

Relax via ~**Sweetness**~

Dr says learn to control my stress. My hubby’s advice is slow the hell down and stop feeling guilty about taking bubble baths.

Tomato,Tomatoe?