Well, this has been a hell of a week. I don't even remember the beginning of it too well. I just know that on Monday, I'd made the decision that we would go to The Island on Wednesday, as it was basically my only day off this week. (Mackinac Island, for those of you who don't know, is always referred to as The Island in Michigan. We have tons of islands in our lakes, but that's the one that matters most.) I've said this before and I'll say it again: The Island is my favorite

I have officially hit 150 days in my writing streak! (As of Saturday, May 30th.) (Sorely tempted to end this with a 'That is all.' and just post this, lol. Alas, I shall say more...) So far, this is an accomplishment hard won. A lot of nights, I've sacrificed time with my significant other in order to keep myself on task. It's been tough, but mostly rewarding. And I still haven't read all the new books I have! (Though we're getting closer to that Deceptive Inheritance review

Am I maybe, finally, hitting my stride when it comes to Demon Kin: The Lovers?? No. No, I absolutely am not. And I felt so confident when I first wrote that sentence. I was moving things along for the plot. Conflicts with other characters were about to be exacerbated. People were finally going to start dying. I was ready for it. Here for it. Thought I finally found my groove... Life sucks. Work sucks. This has been a shitty, shitty week. I want to fall into a hole and stay th

So I'm just stopping in to say that this has been a not good week. I've been very emotionally/physically burnt out in regards to work. Even the accomplishments I was proud of got overshadowed by the overall stress. Today has given me more stress and worry, so I'm not going to try to be cute and fun in this post. I'm still here. I'm still writing. I had ideas for what to post, and I'll probably start a draft of that, but right now this feels like yet one more thing on my plate

There were many possible topics for this blog post. I thought about 'Vacation's Over, Back To Work' or another Ori Diaries segment. (He was not the best behaved while we were gone.) Or even something to do with the cats. Mostly what I could have done was drown you in images of my trip. (Which I might add to this post at a later date.) I'm not doing any of that. Some of it requires too much effort, and others are just boring. Instead, I'm going to talk about my vacation. Obvio

My friends were supposed to remind me to write this. They failed. Which is fine, because I forgot our last writer date due to working too late. We're even. That said, there's a lot to say and yet almost nothing at all, so I'm diving in. No. Literally. This week is all about scuba diving. At least, it would be if health and equipment failures would stop messing with me. This week, the bf and I are in the Cayman Islands (Cayman Brac) for diving. We went with an awesome group le

Drowning is silent. There are no frantic splashes. No cries for help. There is only the weight of your body. The waves crashing over your head. The current tugging you to the depths. You grow too tired to fight. Your lungs have no air to waste on crying out. Instead you focus on that tiny little gulp you can take between the waves. You try to ignore the exhaustion settling into your bones. You know that the waves will not let you float at the surface, and if you cease fightin

I'm a person that struggles with creating and maintaining routines. I have all of these lofty ideas and goals about what I'm going to do–especially on a daily basis–and following through for a few months. Then there will be that one thing that throws off the routine, and I'm toast. The only way to combat this is to give me reasonable, achievable goals that I like . For instance, a new Sims4 pack was recently released. When this happens, they offer side quests that allow you

Unfortunately, like most authors, I can't pay my bills on my book sales. (Yet. YET!) This means that I have a day job ... or several? As it happens, I've become the Queen of Odd Jobs. Every time I think I can list them all, it turns out I find another one peeking its head up and requiring attention. So let's try to list them now. Writing This one is my number one, and has been since I was a teenager. I don't always devote the time to it that I should, but it's the one I care

"You know you're old when..." I'm in my thirties, y'all. Remember when little kids used to think being in your thirties meant you were old? Then when you got mid-to-late twenties, you were offended? I'm in my mid-thirties. I'm not offended. I'm old. I like my pjs on by 6 o'clock, dinner done by eight, and snuggled up with my cats, dog, computer, and a comfy blanket from then til I go to bed. Leaving the house is anathema (especially this time of year), and you really learn wh