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Minute by Minute

It has been a while since I’ve posted here or on any social media platform. I want to thank my publisher, Eclectic Bard Books, for their endless patience.

There are times when the whirlwinds of life leave you tumbling through the air so fast and so far from what is your norm, that you don’t know which end is up. You can only get through the day, minute by minute, from one breath to the next, with the hope that the next day will be a better one. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it’s worse.

Friday, I will be heading to Peoria for the Writers On the River book signing. For the last two months my plans for this event have been in limbo. It wasn’t until Monday, that I was sure I was going to be able to go. My siblings, however, thought I should, because what will be will be. So, I thank them for this much appreciated respite.

My table will be short on swag, but I’ll have pens and magnets to give away. Aaaand I’ll have books! I hope you can stop by and say “hi”. I’d love to see you.

Until next week…Happy Reading!




Taming a dragon

I finally took the plunge and invested in speech recognition software. Interesting is as apt a descriptor as any. I can’t decide how I feel about it yet. I do know however that the office door will be closed far more often. My dragon has sensitive ears and evidently the house is noisy. Funny, I have always considered it quiet. Wonder if that’s a message I should be hearing?

I have discovered that my m’s and n’s need clearer enunciation as well. I suppose we all have something like this…I hadn’t noticed though until my dragon could not clearly define a few words. In that respect, the dragon has already been helpful.

You may be wondering why I’m telling you this, and the answer is I have no idea. ūüôā

Actually, it is perhaps for some perspective. I have once again proposed an extremely aggressive schedule for this writing year and am hoping that the ability to dictate books and leave my hands free will help with production of the things I have decided to take on. HOPE being the operative word. I have decided to give it a month or two to see how it goes.

Once again, I have 8+ events on the agenda for this year and have been tagged or sent info on a couple of others. I LOVE getting out to events to meet readers and talk shop with the other folks trying to bang out stories…but, it back logs me nearly every time as I get no writing¬†done, or deadlines get shuffled.

Right¬†now, on¬†my calendar in addition to the events I’ve already mentioned, I have¬†a handful of releases to coordinate for other authors of the house here,¬†I have 2 box sets/anthologies that I’m participating with¬†for April release and a couple of others I’m waiting to hear on for fall,¬†I have 3 releases of my own that I’m working on for 2017, and after talking to a co-author from a previous release, there have been quite a few enquiries about where a few story lines might go and if there is a possible spin-off to be done…the short answer there is I don’t know. It will take some time and careful consideration, which means shuffling priorities to squeeze in. What’s a girl to do?

Being an author is so much more than stringing together words anymore…even those who are contracted with the big houses are finding that more and more of the responsibilities are falling into their laps. A writer is a writer…but also a PR person, a marketer, perhaps a designer for swag, covers, or clothing, a financial consultant trying to manage the budget to go to events or not, buy pens or paper swag, redo a cover, buy an ad, afford a promotional price reduction…the list is enormous.

Being a writer nowadays is like trying to tame a dragon – from the front end while the fire is on the tip of their tongues, the heat is oppressive, and the changes of being incinerated never quite die off. It is exhilarating and exhausting, exciting and yet terrifying. There is no drug like it, and no adrenaline rush can quite compare to the feeling when you pull yourself out of the free fall scant millimeters from face-planting thirty seconds before the deadline expires. Me? I’m well singed and a bit crisp in places, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.




You’ll know it when you FEEL it.

Deadline red grunge textured vintage isolated stamp


I think as a reader I can tell when the author is in flow. I think as a reader I can also tell when they are not. For me, this is part of the driving force to writing as I try to smooth the transitions and hide the pages that were written in a manic panic as the deadline loomed. It may not be that the sentences are any less polished, or the editing isn’t right on point…I think it is a feeling that we have as we build our vision of the world we are reading.

I’ve said it before, readers are SMART…but they are more than that too…readers are sensory, and writers need to remember this. The words are often trying taskmasters as they fight for a place on the page, but we have to remember the goal and the end result as we work, or we will just as surely toss the reader off the tale and miss¬†holding their focus if we do not do the whole process in favor of the deadline.

As the red pen here at EBB I’ve said it many times to multiple authors…I would rather put out a book late that is right, than one time completely wrong. What about you? Would you rather have a book right on time or early…if it means that it is less than what you expect?

I didn’t think so.

Quiet, Quotient, Quit

Week 18 has arrived. The big “Q”

Q is one of those tougher words to come up with, upon initial glance anyway. With closer inspection comes a conflagration of choices and I had to narrow it down to the three.

Quiet – I personally cannot get nearly enough of this commodity. I feel over run and exhausted more than anything these last couple of years and I am in dire need of a long break. There has been, and continues to be, too much on my plate to manage to balance it with any consistency or overt ability. Something is always dropping and lately, it’s my writing world that just has no place at the table. I long for the day when I get more than a water closet visit worth of personal space & time. The dream is alive, just in the background.

Quotient – generally speaking this math term is a result of division, however from the original¬†Latin, it literally translates to¬†‘how many times’…or as an implication of multiples. So why is this a word for today? Because writing is a habit, one that I am sorely out of practice in. Are you working your writing muscle to keep it tone and on point to action? What steps are you taking every day to keep the mind sharp and the words flowing? How many times does it take to rework a passage to reach satisfaction? These are the quotients.

Quit – Life happens. Sometimes, it becomes the director of our adventure without so much as a ‘hi, how are ya’ and we’re left with a canvas that’s been painted, not by our own hand. Times like those/these make quitting an almost undeniable urge. Deny it. Quitting is the stuff of regrets. Life happens and sometimes it’s all we can do to keep our heads above water and breathe, keep breathing, keep going. Whatever you do, delay if you must, but don’t quit.




We all have many different things that we do in our everyday lives. Finding the delicate balance and holding onto it seems like an impossible task. We juggle all the different things that we have going on hoping that we don’t drop anything.

I have found that the more you juggle the more you drop. I am a mom, a wife, a paralegal, a writer, a dance teacher and run a household. There are so many things that can be dropped and it is always leaving me feeling like I am playing catch up.

After this past week and seeing what can happen when you take the most important things for granted and what can happen when you don’t pay enough attention I have decided it is time to simplify.

My children are the most important part of my life. My son is firmly in his teenage years and my daughter is so close to them she can see them in the very near future. I thought that meant that they didn’t need me as much and left me with more time to focus on other things. Man did they prove me wrong!

As they get older they are able to do more on their own but that doesn’t mean that they need me any less. In fact, they need me even more. They need me to help guide them and show them the right path to take and how to make good decisions.

My son made some really bad decisions and found that life isn’t as easy as he thought and we can’t always do what we want when we want. He has faced the consequences of his actions with dignity and grace and has walked away with a valuable lesson.

During all of this I realized that I was trying to juggle too many things at once and the one thing that I never wanted to drop started to fall. I am thankful that I was able to catch it before it hit the ground and caused damage. Life is all about finding that balance and walking that tight wire to keep it in place.

While watching as my son and some of his close friends realized that life is not what they expected showed me that sometimes you have to step back take a look and decide that sometimes you have to let something go to make sure you have the ability to support what is truly important.

Take the time to look around you, count your blessings and let go of anything that doesn’t help you or make a positive impact on your life and the lives of those that mean the most to you.