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.

Spartacus

Spartacus

…Okay

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.

Hey Mikey, they like it!

On Sunday, I attended my critique group. :cringes: Yeah, I feel this way every time I hit send. I know my grammar mechanics suck and my fears rear their ugly heads.

What if no one likes it? What if they don’t get what I’m trying to say? Oh my God…I might need therapy. Lucy-Therapist

I persevered and pushed on, my friends. Onward and forward, I hit send. :prays silently:

Don’t judge me because apparently it worked. They liked it, ha!

Of course, I was still taken to task about commas, exposition, point of views, etc. But they liked it. Then someone said the words every writer longs to hear and yet is terrified of, “I’m hooked, I want to know more.”

labyrinth_goblinsUh oh. Feelings of euphoria, excitement, nausea, and giddiness tightened their grip on my soul as little goblins of nervousness and oh crap danced around in my head.

A friend once told me it doesn’t get any easier. In fact, with each book it gets harder.

I’d like to take this moment to thank my hubby for having health insurance.

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.

Cheers!

Saying No to Resolutions

It’s officially 2013 and time to reflect on the past year or make resolutions for the new one to come.

Eh, I might take time to reflect later. I have a daily word count goal to meet and editing to do. As for resolutions…well, I don’t believe in lying to myself unless it concerns my weight or age. I refuse to get caught up in the propaganda. It leads to broken promises and guilt. I’m over it.

For years, I swore I’d lose weight, learn a new language, stop cursing, etc. etc. I’m still on the yo-yo scale, speak only 2 languages, and can curse with the best of them. I could lie and say this year will be different.

But it won’t and you know what? I’m okay with it. I’ve got goals and aspirations.crossing fingers

My main goal isn’t only for the New Year. It’s for my life. I’m going to finish and publish my book this year. Yes, I’m saying it and putting it out in the universe.

All of the other stuff will happen in its own time. Losing weight requires a lifestyle change (boo). Learning another language isn’t priority right now, maybe in a few months. And cursing?

Sugar Honey Iced Tea, there’s always next year.

Cheers!

In the middle of the night

journal-011Scribbling furiously, my mind is still hazy and drowsy from sleep. It’s the middle of the night and for some reason, I’ve woken up out of a sound sleep. I’ve been dreaming about my novel. I’m trying to remember the details of my dream because it was a great scene. The colors, the characters, the feelings. Gawd, I can’t see without my contacts. I hope I can read what I wrote in the morning.

I know it’s important…

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It’s only baring my soul, what’s the big deal?

For months, I’ve been hearing about the importance of joining a critique group. You’re not serious about your writing if you aren’t in a critique group. Sounds harsh, huh? Well, it is and it isn’t.

Yes, you should join a critique group, for the support, information, and the kick in the butt. It’s hard to take the first step and let someone else read your precious WIP. I’ve been avoiding it for awhile, kind of like making an appointment for a necessary check-up but don’t want to go to.

Critique-Group-300x300But I sucked it up and went to my first critique group meeting this past Sunday. My tummy was in knots and nerves made my voice quiver a little bit. When I first walked in, I glanced at the door wondering how silly I would look if I made a dash for it and ran out screaming. To make matters worse, I was late for the meeting. (Yes, I have my train wreck moments. Ugh I hate being late, it’s horribly rude.)

So much angst for nothing…sort of. After all, it isn’t easy baring your soul for others to critique with a (gasp) red pen. Fortunately for me, this group of writers are very kind, respectful, and talented. (score). They gave me some great tips and editing advice. They also asked questions about my character and plot that made me think about where I was going with my story.

All in all, I’m glad I finally took the leap to challenge myself and join a critique group. The suggestions and questions they offered were positive. I can already see how helpful joining a critique group will be to my novel. (Oi, apparently, I have some challenges with grammar I need to work on. Blasted commas and tenses, they get me all the time.)

Ernest Hemingway said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

He wasn’t wrong about the bleeding.

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Stepping out on to a new path

Can writing be therapy for the soul? Purging the emotional chaos whirling within the confines of our minds? It’s often recommended as a way to rid ourselves of negative and tangled emotions. The written word can also be a powerful tool and weapon. Which is something businesses should never forget, especially in today’s age of social media and technology.

Last weekend a friend and I went to Las Vegas for the weekend. On our way home, we stopped at Stateline/Primm, NV to get gas, something to eat, and waste a couple of hours at Buffalo Bills hotel and casino. This was a horrible mistake.

Apparently, parking under a light less than 100 feet from the front door with a security guard and cameras is not responsible nor safe. My car was broken into and our luggage was stolen. I was lucky the thieves were professionals and didn’t break anything.

The head of security advised I…

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Thieves are bold because…

Can writing be therapy for the soul? Purging the emotional chaos whirling within the confines of our minds? It’s often recommended as a way to rid ourselves of negative and tangled emotions. The written word can also be a powerful tool and weapon. Which is something businesses should never forget, especially in today’s age of social media and technology.

Last weekend a friend and I went to Las Vegas for the weekend. On our way home, we stopped at Stateline/Primm, NV to get gas, something to eat, and waste a couple of hours at Buffalo Bills hotel and casino. This was a horrible mistake.

Apparently, parking under a light less than 100 feet from the front door with a security guard and cameras is not responsible nor safe. My car was broken into and our luggage was stolen. I was lucky the thieves were professionals and didn’t break anything.

The head of security advised I should have parked in the back parking lot (WTH?!). The police advised they would not file a report if there wasn’t any surveillance footage (there wasn’t). I was told by risk management, “Well, that’s how life is…” I was also reminded I was parking at my own risk (nice, huh?).

I’m pissed about the whole situation, the lack of action from the authorities and the thieves who stole our personal property. I’ve taken the necessary steps to protect ourselves (changed passwords, added security alerts, blah, blah, blah). Every time I do something extra I never did before I’m reminded of the why. I refuse to be a victim and I’d rather be mad than live in fear. I know it isn’t healthy either way but I have to work with what I have. Perhaps if the authorities did go after the criminals maybe, just maybe it would dissuade thieves from stealing and breaking the law. Why should they stop if they know authorities won’t do anything about it?

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

Yeah, I’m sorry you couldn’t help me either and therein lies the tragedy.

He dealt with a bully his way

It’s Anti-Bullying month and I’m sure most of you have been hearing about the recent suicide of Amanda Todd. She was 15 years old and bullied mercilessly by kids at school and online. This was a tragic situation that no one deserved. She was only a young girl and it reminds us that at some point all of us have been impacted by bullying. For us, bullying has touched both my life and my son’s; however, how we dealt with those experiences are very different.

I’m short (he isn’t) so when I was growing up if I was picked on, I reacted with bravado and bluster. Not because I was tougher than anyone but to protect or stand up for myself against bullies. I learned quickly attitude goes a long way when dealing with bullies.

We talk to our son about standing up for himself and the importance of confidence when dealing with bullies. Unfortunately, no matter how much we think we’ve prepared our child, bullies will find a way to throw you a curve ball.

Last year at my son’s school, there was a young girl who picked on the boys, including my son. She was bigger and taller than most of the boys in the 5th grade and used her size to intimidate some of the kids around her. I was ready to rush to the principal’s office and bring down the wrath of the heavens to protect my boy. He said, “No, I’ll deal with it.” And he did. Maybe not the way we would have but we let him handle the situation.

He and his friends chose to remove themselves from confrontational situations and talk to a teacher if she became too aggressive. He explained he couldn’t defend himself physically against her She’s a girl, I can’t hit her! This year, she doesn’t appear to harrass the kids anymore. Everyone, including her has moved on.

Did my son learn to avoid conflict or did he do the right thing? I don’t know, at the time I had to support his decision to deal with it his way. I’ve seen him defend himself against another boy so I think the fact she was a girl is what put him in a difficult position. I believe he did what he felt was right in his heart and as his mom, that’s all I can ask for. I’m very proud our boy was able to get through a difficult situation without having to resort to violence or calling us to fix it. However, we made sure he knew we were there to support him 100%  no matter what happened.

It’s interesting how differently he and I handle confrontation. He has no tolerance for theatrics while I have a tendancy for the dramatic. If I had been in his shoes, I would have jumped on a table and hollered like a banshee about dishonor. (Actually, I did do this once but in my defense, I was being picked on.)

As I think of my own, our child and Amanda’s experiences, my sympathies go out to Amanda’s family. I can’t imagine going through this kind of heartache, much less doing so in the public eye. I hope and pray her story is a wake up call and will help give our kids back the power to defend themselves. Violence should never be the answer but being someone’s victim shouldn’t either.