My other half

Now I know it’s a known fact writers can be insane but I want to talk about our spouses. It takes a special kind of person to be our other halves. Does this mean it’s a possibility they could be just as insane as we are? I do believe there’s a grain of truth to this idea. But let me explain how my wind beneath my wings has proved my theory.

DIY Fireplace Mantel

DIY Fireplace Mantel

Today, the hubby and I were discussing a new mantel for our fireplace. I’ve been researching Pinterest for ideas and cost effectives (aka cheap) alternatives.

Me, “Babe, I found a great website. The mantel shelves are under $200.”

He immediately responds he can build, stain, and install one for less than that amount.




Him, “You doubt me woman? Never doubt me, woman for I am man. I will hammer and saw and build mighty things with my hands and all will be awestruck by my great skill and courage!”

Do you remember the old saying, Birds of a feather flock together?

Today’s proof he’s just as crazy as I am.

It all comes down to love

Green Eggs and Ham

Green Eggs and Ham

Lately, the question “why do I write?” has been buzzing in my head. I could talk in circles and be very artsy but it all comes down to a love of books.

The invoking of emotions, imagery, and yes, romance has been my own private love affair since I first picked up Dr. Seuss’ Green Eggs & Ham when I was young.

As an only child, it was my chance to battle dragons, chatter with siblings, herald kings and queens, and soar through the clouds. It was a means to escape reality without the worry of repercussions.

The Ordinary Princess

The Ordinary Princess

There were so many books that have impacted and shaped who I have become. The fairy tales, the horror stories, the romances, the tear jerkers, and the mysteries.

Of course, I haven’t stopped reading. The difference is now I call it research.

God, I love being a writer.

My reality

blindersFor the past few weeks, I’ve had blinders on to everything else except what was absolutely necessary and my current WIP. I’ve struggled with writer’s block, tackled computer issues, and shouldered parental responsibilities.

When truthfully, sometimes I feel as if all I want to do is lock the door, shut off the phone, and become a hermit for the next few months.

But the reality is that’s not my reality. Life isn’t going to stop and I need to interact with people. I start to go a little batty if I spend too much time by myself or with my dog. :crazy eyes:

social-mediaI’m the kind of person who needs social interaction of some kind like some folks need cake, even if it’s based in the virtual world of social media. (Btw, thank goodness for my Twitter friends. They’ve helped me out a few times with writing tips and inspiring words to keep pushing forward.)

With that being said, I might forget to post a few entries on my blogs but in my head, I’ve posted witty and humorous blogs on a daily basis. So let’s pretend shall we?

We’ll say I did and go with it. I’m okay with a little white lie.


Here’s my card

Today I got my 2nd set of business card. The 1st set I ordered came out nice but weren’t quite right. The print was too small. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault but my own. I guess it is true, everything does look bigger online. Ha! But I digress, I love these new cards. I kept the same color and image. I just moved things around and made the text bigger. In this case, bigger is definitely better.

The cards came just in time too. This Saturday is our monthly California Writer’s Club meeting. I can walk in with a little more dignity and pizazz than I usually do. Especially since the August 2012 newsletter is now available online at .

Guess who’s on page 4 AND 5? No, it’s not the latest Kim K. romantic development silly sally. Me! The editor put 2 of my poems in. It didn’t quite hit me till about an hour after seeing it. I was having breakfast with my son and had to run to the bathroom. I started tearing up and was afraid I would start crying like a freak in front of everyone.

Sure, I had already posted those poems on my blog but having them published is different. There’s a sense of anonymity with a blog. I can pretend nobody is reading it although secretly hoping everyone is. But this is legitmate. I didn’t even get paid which really makes me feel like a bona fide writer.

I never thought the day would come that I’d be happy about not getting paid. Funny how life turns out, isn’t it?