It’s Friday the 13th, which honestly is a day I love, and not only because I was born on one. I’ll be honest, most superstitions strike me as odd, but they tell us a lot about who we are, or who we came from. The roots of such superstitions can be illuminating, and they illustrate
As a writer, I look at every experience as an opportunity to learn human behavior, to observe from the sidelines as the world goes on around me. I mean, sure I get frustrated and even angry with things, but even then a part of my brain is taking in the color and cataloging characters in
So, November was an interesting month. I chose to focus on The Blood Witch for NaNoWrMo, dedicated my morning makeup routine time to writing, and spent at least four hours every Saturday and Sunday writing. On November 29th, I hit 50K and breathed a sigh of relief. I’m really fond of a lot of what
Yesterday was a momentous day in the land of The Blood Witch as I got across the 40K words mark. I had hoped to be further along, but well…life. Being a writer who has to hold down a day job and who lives alone, thus is responsible for all of the housework and grocery shopping
I have a confession to make, I love the television show Supernatural. Sure, it has its faults. Yes, it’s had some less than stellar story lines. Or course, some of it is over the top outlandish. Yep, the characters are all deeply flawed. I think maybe that’s part of why I love it. For all
Back in the day when I was an evangelical Christian (yes, really), I spoke a lot about unconditional love. I believed that I acted inside that love. I believed that I understood what unconditional love really was. The truth is, I was clueless. It took a lot of changes in my life to realize that.
All around me people are planning weddings. I must know at least twelve couples getting married this year. I’m happy for them, if that is what they truly want in their lives. Love is, after all, a wondrous thing. For myself, however, I can love freely without needing to be defined as a half of
Ever feel like your just stuck in a rut? Or just stuck, minus the rut? I’ve been feeling that a lot lately. Like my life has become this endless routine, and I’m trapped inside it by all of my anxieties and even by my own nature. It doesn’t help that my day job can get
When the chaos and uproar of opening presents is done, and the floor looks like a tornado came through and dropped colorful debris over everything, there’s a kind of quiet that settles in. Everyone is caught up in playing with new toys and trying on new clothes, setting up new tech and even the animals
It’s an early Saturday morning, early enough that it’s still dark outside. I can hear the gutters still draining off the steady rain of the last few days and every now and then, a gust of wind. It’s a nice sound, especially because we have needed the rain so badly. I’m waiting on cover options
