Trying to get myself together…

I have been super busy of late, between work, school, and life in general I have not been writing anything that isn’t school related.  I find myself sitting in my research class, thinking up plot lines and characters.  I day dream about the world I am creating in my head.  What I need to be doing is focusing on Autism and how it presents in females.  In the history of psychology and the humanistic movement.  In true to me fashion, as I near the end of the journey, I find myself becoming distracted.  I am slowly getting myself back on tract and will power through this last year and see this through.

I have also been giving a lot of thought to this blog.  I love blogging and want to continue doing so.  This means that there has to be some serious restructuring going on.  I haven’t decided exactly how I want to proceed.  What I am envisioning for this site is a sort of writers notebook where I work through the process.  I’ve just finished reading the DIY MFA book and I’ve really enjoyed it.  It has lots of exercises to work through.  I think I will work through them and other various writing challenges on the blog.  I will add some of my short fiction as well.  Knowing me, there will be more changes along the way.

Finding a New Reality

Honor your reality Prompt
This post is in response to DIY MFA Book Club Prompt #2

I sit at my desk, iPod on the never ending shuffle and try to decide what to write for this DIY MFA prompt.  How do I honor my reality when I am still trying to find it?  How do I write a post like this without sounding like a whiney teenager?  (#Firstworldproblems)


How do I honor my reality when I'm still trying to find out what my reality is?

Two weeks ago I was a receptionist, a psychometrist, a consultant, a student, a mother, a wife, an artist, and a writer.  I am still most of those things but I had to let something go.  I went to my boss telling her we needed to replace me. The front desk needed someone who could be there more than 10 hours a week.  It wasn’t fair to the office and it would free me some time to study and make sure I kept my gpa up for my final year.

Well Monday that day came and I cleaned out my desk.  I am no longer a receptionist and if every thing goes as planned that is a role I won’t fall back into again.  For 11 years of my life I have worked in medical offices. I got to know the patients, listen to their stories, and help them how ever I could.  I don’t do that any longer.

Admittedly, this was my choice. I can study in the mornings before classes, I have time to write while the kids are at school.  I can spend my senior year keeping up and not forgetting what my friends and family look like. I can keep my grades up and get into a good master’s program.  Being a therapist will allow me to help people in ways I couldn’t as a receptionist.

So why the hell am I so sad? I chose this, I wanted this, and this is 100% the path I am passionate about.  Being a therapist is the road I have been on all my life.  Just like telling stories has always been a part of me.  Now that I have the opportunity to do the 2 things I love the most, shouldn’t I be ecstatic? Shouldn’t I be over the moon and typing my heart and soul into the story I’ve been playing with?

For now, I can not honor my reality.  I have to forge a new one again.

How Did I Become a Writer?

I found the DIY MFA website a few weeks ago and have been loving digging around in there.  When the email came out about a Book Club with writing prompts hit my inbox I was fascinated.  Hesitant to add more to my schedule but fascinated all the same.  I decided to bite the bullet and sign up.  Beside, who cares if I get behind as long as I enjoy it and learn something along the way.  So without further ado, prompt 1:

My Writing Origin Story

I have always been a writer.  Even as a child I had a vivid imagination.  I would day dream and play pretend all day.  I remember being obsessed with Davy Crocket and taking my cousin on many adventures through the wild frontier.  I have little books I wrote in elementary school and various poems published from high school.  I have had many attempts at a blog.  None were successful but they all have brought me experience and happiness.

Writing a book was not something I ever really gave much thought to. I love writing poems and making up stories in my head. But to write a book seems so big.  Yet it hit all of a sudden and I knew it was something I have to do.  Just the act of preparing for that book has brought me joy.  The jotting down of notes, the planning of characters and the creating of worlds.  Even if my book never goes beyond my computer I am a writer.

At The Water’s Edge: A Novel

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I started a weekly book reading challenge at the first of the year with some friends. The first book for me was At the Water’s Edge by Sara Gruen.  I have friends who love the novel Water for Elephants that she also wrote but the blurb doesn’t speak to me.  I wanted to give the author a shot anyway and I am glad I did.  While this is not a book I will feel the need to read again, I did enjoy it.

Most books set in the Highlands of Scottland go over well with me. And this time that’s what kept me reading.  The book blurb made me think a search for Nessie would be a prominent part of the book but what I got was a coming of age style story about a wealthy American trophy wife finding herself on the banks of Loch Ness.   Oddly enough, I don’t think she realized she was lost until she got there.

I’m going to give it 3.5 stars out of 5.  I didn’t connect to the characters themselves so much as the story itself.  I may even give Water for Elephants a shot soon.  The story was captivating to me and I found myself unable to put the book down even as I thought the American characters were obnoxious.  It did have something I value above all others in my books, character growth.  This book had that in spades, that growth of character made this a novel well worth reading at least once.

Scared as Hell








Twist and turns alone the way follow the path for another day

-oh look! Whats that?

A trail through the wood

-I’m going to take it

I don’t think you should

-It could be a short cut, it could be fun

It could be a death trap, I think we should run.

Run right past it, stick to what we know.

-I’m going to take it, adventure awaits.

-I might learn something about who I am. I will at least see something new.

You’ll get lost and then what will you do?

-I’ll keep going forward and sooner or later I’ll make it through.

-I’ll be a better person and have new stories to tell

I guess you’re right but I’m scared as hell

October’s Rejected 6 Word Stories


Prompt: Web Weaver

Peaceful walk turns into ninja training.

Glistening dew, silver thread, witches brew.

Caught, web of lies, woven together.

Love, a tangled thread woven together.

Prompt: Visitors

Warm fire, good food, laughing friends.

Prompt: Awakened

She release the past, embraces awakening.

Awakened, the sleeper sounds his call.

Running from things unknown, monsters awaken.

Prompt: Treats

Surprise, here you go, grandmas’ gift-basket.

Prompt: Gothic Maidens

Midnight dances in the rose garden.

Prompt: Under the Stairs

An ogre hides under the stairs.

Under the stairs, lived a wizard.

Prompt: Bitten

Moonrise calls me, stupid wolf bite!

A tender embrace, pleasure laced pain.

Pleasure/Pain, what’s in his kiss?

Never trust a blood red apple.

Obsidian Son: A Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller

by Shayne Silvers

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Nate is not your typical billionaire, he has no desire to take over the family company, he runs his own book store instead. Oh and he’s also a Wizard.

Shaken by the death of his family, sent on to find a nameless book by a mysterious young man, attacked by multiple dragons, and inheriting the family business. Nate Temple is having a rough week. Throw in a dual with the Minotaur, being followed by the police, and being forced to reveal that he is a wizard and you’ve got a recipe for an adventure.

What  I liked:

Nate is a good guy but not so much a great one. I’ll admit, I didn’t have high hopes for this book at first. I expected a low grade Dresden Files rip off. It certainly has a Dresden like quality but I was pleasantly surprised. I couldn’t put the book down and I couldn’t stop laughing. No matter how bad things got there was something to laugh about. His best friend Gunner may actually be my favorite character though. I love a good werewolf.

What I didn’t like:

I spent a good chunk of the book trying to figure out where his 2nd friend went. He was in the beginning where he was set up to be important but then just disappeared for the next 3rd or so of the book. When he did show back up, he was in fact, important to the plot.

Also there were a lot of typos and grammar problems in the book. I don’t get worked up about that stuff in most Kindle Unlimited books because few of those authors are able to afford the price of editors and end up doing the work themselves. That said a good beta reader and a good editor would go a long way on this one.

Would I recommend it, to whom?

I would recommend this book to anyone who likes urban fantasy, the Dresden Files, and a good fight with a dragon.

I give this book:

 out of 5 stars.


I”m not the first to talk about this book, here’s link to an interview with the author. 

I found a new website.

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I like books. I like to read them, hold them, and smell them. I also like to read them on my Kindle (I know, that’s sacrilege to book readers sorry guys) I like throwing 200+ books in my bag and heading out the door. Fiction, Non-Fiction, Fan-Fiction, Science Fiction, Self-Help, Cereal Boxes. My requirement appears to be words. I have way too many books to read at the moment yet thanks to BookBub I continue to grab more. My mother and my aunt tell me life is too short for bad books. I still maintain I have found less than a handful of truly bad books. I’ve seen bad writing, I’ve seen dumb plots, and I’ve seen books who should have been edited by someone older than a toddler before being released. Even still, those books were rarely so bad I couldn’t finish them and find something to enjoy.

I like reading on my Kindle. I like throwing 200+ books in my bag & heading out the door.

And now, despite all the things I should be doing, I find myself playing around online. (Twitter and Pinterest killed my focus). I discovered Wattpad today. What is that about? Will it connect me to readers or will it connect me with more things to read? Is it wrong that I consider either a win? It could turn into yet another time suck much like Pinterest and Twitter but it’s a risk I will take.

My friends and I have the worst book club ever (we barely remember to use it) on Facebook but I am doing a challenge where I read 26 different books this year. That’s kind of a joke since I have read well over 50 already but these are specific books. I think I may do something fancy and do a review of at least a few of them on the blog just so that I am not reading them for no real reason. I also started working on a bullet journal for my writing. We will see how well that works out. At least I will have important things altogether if nothing else.

Now I will leave you to go check out WattPad and spend time in my cold medicine induced stupor.