New Cover Photo

I have a new cover for “Come Find Me“! I’m pretty excited about it. A new cover, a new preorder, and the rolling ball gains momentum. Good things are happening. In case you’ve never checked out my short story “Come Find Me” before, here’s the old cover:

come find me

And here’s the new cover:


Better, yes? i love it. It looks….. less…… homemade. Or more professional. Whatever you want to call it. I did kind of cheat with the new cover because I created it using Amazon’s cover creator and then just saved the image. But it’s alright. As long as it looks enticing.

Have a good day!

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Hi! (Part One)

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve been on here. Too long. Far too long.

I am sorry.

On to new stuff! So while Bugs is still in progress, and The Elemental Sisters haven’t really gone anywhere (still trying to figure out the details), I have started a short story about domestic abuse and I’m on the second draft.

Annnnnd…… it’s up for a preorder! It’s set to publish on October 3rd of this year. I chose that date for three reasons. Two of the reasons are based on statistics for competition and reader visibility, and the third reason (though it’s the main reason) is because October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. I’ll talk about my book in a little bit and where you can find it, but I want to focus on abuse for a moment first. Continue reading

The Elemental Sisters

The Beginning

The beginning of the Earth has been conjectured and argued about by many people over the course of history. How it was formed, how we were formed, all remain a mystery. Science has facts about what happened in the very early times of life here, and religion has many different followers who believe in something far greater than they are.

The forming of the world is known to none. It formed as an agreement between two very different, yet similar beings. I will not relate the small details of the conversation, or how they even arrived to begin. I will not relate to you where they came from, what they look like (if anything), or even if they are male or female. These points are not important. I will tell you that the decision was not reached lightly or quickly. Creating an entire new world is an exhausting piece of work that takes deep thought, patience, creativity, and time.

It is not the work of this story to tell you about how the world became. Instead, it is the work of this story to tell you about one of the first people who dwelt here, and her four daughters; Necia, Wahmenitu, Zephyra, and Adamina.

The four sisters were as close as sisters can be. They loved each other for their flaws as well as their goodness. Each one was vastly different from each other in looks and personality; but none of them seemed to mind one bit. They all played an important role in various points in the world; they all had personal goals they wanted to achieve. Their mother, the Mother of Nature of the Earth, ruled over the four. There were things that needed to be done, every job assigned to one daughter or herself. It was her personal job to oversee everything that grew and breathed life. Every tree, every rock, every bird, and every bee was her responsibility. She loved her job, almost as much as she loved her daughters.

Peace reigned through the world. There was love and light everywhere.

Until darkness crept from the shadows, smiting the light and filling the hearts of many.


Something New

So I finally finished the Divergent series (by Veronica Roth, if you didn’t know). And I bawled. I have a hate/love relationship with books that have amazing endings that I never wanted. If you don’t know what I mean, read all three. They’re amazing books with great writing. I felt a deflated when I read the author bio on the back cover flap and found out she’s a little younger than me. Oh, well, I’m not dead yet.

So about a year ago, maybe longer when I was searching for the best way to self publish, I ran across a site called Tablo. If you just Google Tablo, you’ll get some tv cable thing that I’ve never heard of, so to save you time and your sanity, click the link. It allows authors to publish complete books to Amazon and the iBooks store. But it also allows you to publish your book chapter by chapter and readers can leave comments and hit their version of a like button. I thought it was kind of cool on the reader side, so tonight, I decided to try it on the author side.

I have kinda sorta been mulling a fantasy idea and decided to try it out by using Tablo. I’m excited to see how it turns out. The fantasy idea is about mother nature and the elements (fire, water, wind, and earth) are her daughters and, to make it all interesting, there’s a villain who sets out to destroy everything and they have to save the world. If you’re interested to read it on Tablo, the link is here. Otherwise, I may post a new chapter on my blog every time I post one there.

Beep Beep Boop Boop

I feel like I completely wasted my three days off. I slept the entire day Sunday, literally. I came home, fell asleep, woke up at lunch time, tried to make my daughter mac and cheese but fell back asleep on accident (and now lucky that the house didn’t burn down), gave her a sandwich instead and told her she’ll have to deal for now, fell back asleep, Continue reading


So sorry I have been away. I don’t have a bunch of valid excuses, but I do have a couple. I finally moved into my own place! My name is on a lease and I couldn’t be happier. It’s been two (?) weeks and I’m still not completely unpacked, but hey, it’s my place. Also, during the move, my daughter and my boyfriend’s nephew were arguing (surprise, surprise) and he pushed her and she fell on my laptop. The screen is shattered and bleeding black ink. Now that I’m past the feelings normally associated with such a tragic thing, I find the look kind of interesting. It has a fantastic spider crack from one side that spreads to the rest of the screen and the ink expands everyday. So those are my only valid excuses. No my computer is still not fixed, but my boyfriend, who understands that I have everything that I’ve written in the last six months on my computer, has connected the laptop to our television screen. So now I am able to use my computer with a different screen and I am really happy to find that there are no hard drive errors. I’m not sure what I would do if there was. I’ve only had the thing for six months and it’s already broken. I might have to wait until after the holidays are over, but my screen will eventually get fixed. In the meantime, I am super excited to use an extremely large screen to do all my stuff on. Call me a nerd, but my Sims 4 game has never been more fun to play.

On to other things, I’ve been feeling mournful for the past month or two. Without even realizing it, my brain has made a decision about Bugs. I have been roadblocked for so long with it that I’m afraid I’ve lost my connection with the whole story. I hope I’m wrong and I am still going to keep it around so that I can hopefully get back to it. It’s quite depressing. I feel like I’ve lost a loved one. But if I can’t continue, I can’t continue. Some time apart should do some good. Hopefully.

Since it’s November, again, I checked into NaNoWriMo and started a new book. I’m sure I won’t have it done in the month, but I find the site itself is good at just getting me going. It took me almost two hours to halfway finish formulating a plot, but I’m already excited about it. I posted a brief first-draft-like synopsis on my profile page on the site. Tell me what you think:

A young woman (still unnamed) has been living with the diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder since she was a young girl following the traumatic, mutilating death of her family. As an adult in her early to mid twenties, she finds she is able to cope with life through psychodynamic therapy, an antianxiety medication called Klonopin, photography, and repeated pieces of information that enable her to get a better grip on one reality.

She struggles through her life, but because of her diligence and insistence that she can be a normal human being, she has been able to avoid mental institutions and is allowed to live on her own.

That is, until everything she had ever thought to be a part of her disorder comes forth and makes her question everything she knows. It begins to stalk her. Gives her nightmares. And suddenly her therapy and medication doesn’t work.

Everything begins to get worse.

History begins to repeat itself.

And it has a name.

And legs.

And a brain of it’s own.

I hope this is somewhat easy for me to flow with. This time around, I’m not setting any expectations for myself about it. Other than finishing it, of course. There will be no deadline or word count. I don’t think I even want to form chapters until the second draft. I feel like doing it this way is better suited for me. I can’t force myself to write, I’m easily distracted, and even in school I had a hard time getting things done in time. And if it was done in time, it was usually finished during a free period before the actual class. Procrastination at it’s best.

Speaking of school. I am hoping to go back to college. I dropped out after three semesters from a community college in New York after I graduated high school. My parents had chosen my major then (business administration, yuck). I really wanted to do something creative like art, photography, or writing. I was told those things wouldn’t get me any good jobs, I’d be broke my entire life, they weren’t translatable, photography is expensive, the chances of me getting published are too rare to even try, nobody buys art anymore, on and on and on….. So I didn’t go for what I wanted. They wouldn’t even concede to a simple Associate in Arts. You know, something that I could start out with before making any final decisions. Oh well. THIS time I’m going for what I want. And I think I want to do a major and minor. Creative writing (obviously) and maybe English Teaching. I love the idea of influencing the future generations to be passionate about reading and writing. I haven’t completely decided yet and so instead of waiting until I figure it out, I’m going to apply to a local community college here and get my Associate in Arts. Then go from there. Get all that basic crap out of the way first before I plot my future. I’m really excited about it all. And nervous. If I can’t get a school loan (I have a nasty feeling most scholarship deadlines have passed, but I’m still going to look), then I won’t be able to go because I can’t afford it. If not, then I guess I’ll be busting my butt to get as many scholarships as possible for next fall. I am going to go. No matter what.

What do you think of my novel idea? Does it sound like it has potential or does it fall flat on your ears?

*Sorry if there are any errors, despite the screen being big, the text is surprisingly small and my eyes are having a hard time focusing on it.

The Dilemma: Books to Movies

Yeah, if everyone could just stop publishing their books for the next two to three years, that’d be great. My to-read lists are so long. I haven’t counted, but I really wouldn’t be surprised if it was close to 1,000 books total if I were to put all of my to-read lists together. So. Many. Books. And I intend to read every single one of them, but that will be hard unless people stop publishing books (even ebooks). Otherwise the only thing that’s going to happen is that my list will get longer and I will die before I ever finish it. Ah, if only I were a wealthy hermit. Continue reading

Character Progress

It’s amazing how little I do on my three days off. It’s almost like I get home from work Saturday morning, and then I just don’t have the energy to do anything else. And it’s staring me in the face in the form of this large pile of clean laundry. I wish I had the space to just hang everything; my life was much simpler when that was an option.

Also because I’ve been working a lot and haven’t had any energy during my time off, I haven’t been writing either. I’ve been thinking about it, trying to figure out what to do for each thing in turn. I was tempted to start one of my fantasy series, but decided against it because I just have so many things started already.

So I decided to focus on my horror short story, The Intruder.

At work last night I attempted to put myself into the mind of the main antagonist. He’s a rapist, murderer, and he’s psycho. So as I’m packing product, I keep trying to think like he would. It’s hard. How do you make yourself fantasy about that sort of thing? Not to mention I was trying hard not to make it obvious that I was doing funny things in my head; I don’t have a very good poker face, unless I’m playing poker.

But I did make a little progress with that character. Nothing I can reveal here without giving away the bad guy, but it is character progress. And character progress is what I’ll be working on for a little while. Maybe getting to know my characters a little better will help respark the creative fire.

Why Men Should Wear Cologne

guilty-male-kv2-spWhen someone you don’t know passes you, what’s the first thing you notice? Their looks, sure. Maybe you notice their clothing. But do you notice the way they smell? Maybe not. Which is a shame; people are attracted to smells they like.

Think about food. If you come home after a long day at work and your feet hurt, your head hurts, and all you want is a nap and maybe a shower. Then you walk close enough to the kitchen to smell what’s cooking for dinner. Imagine it’s your favorite food in the entire world. Are you still tired? Probably, but all of a sudden you have this urge to rush around and maybe help out so you can eat that delicious dinner even faster. Why do you do that? Because you smelled something that you love. Because you smelled something that invoked emotions in you.

Same goes for cologne. (And perfume, but I’m a girl so I notice more when a guy smells GREAT)

If you put as much thought into how you smell as you do in thinking about why the sky is blue, then you should consider stepping it up some, especially if your single. Now I haven’t asked any other females and I haven’t googled for studies that prove this is common, but I’m more likely to talk to someone that isn’t traditionally attractive if they smell amazing. A stranger walked by me yesterday, I barely glanced at him, but after he passed me, I caught a hint of his cologne, and I suddenly looked like an owl. No joke. That guy smelled amazing. I had half a mind to ask him what he wore so I could buy it for my boyfriend.

So smelling great is important. Chances are you’re going to attract people even more by smelling good.

*Gentle hint, axe is too common/overused way too much to attract anyone over 17 years old.*