May 22
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” Victor Hugo. When I sat in my room as a teenager, notebook in my lap, its metal ring rubbing against my hands I’d find myself thinking of other kids, kids who were in the same situation I was. Kids whose parents treated them horribly, or …
May 20
When I was growing up I had a father who controlled what I did, what I wore and where we went on vacation. When I started getting bullied in school it felt like my dad was at school with me, weird I know, but that’s the way it felt. In Hiding Throughout my life I’ve found …
May 17
So, I’ve been going through a few things in my head about why I write, what influenced me to write the first time when I was 13, and It all comes from being bullied in school. Writing was my escape. I could do things in writing to get away and I didn’t have to worry …
May 15
Waking up each morning I know I’m a writer, but I also know writing doesn’t pay the bills; at least not yet. Wednesday through Sunday I wake up, get ready and head to my day job, I also drop my daughter off at daycare. While I’m at work I take notes on ideas, check Facebook and …
May 13
Yesterday was Mother’s Day in The States and when I think about my mom I think about how much she’s guided me in my life and my writing. She’s always stood by me and sometimes those people are hard to find in your life. There are things you can do to garner support from people …
May 10
Here are Part 1 and Part 2 of this continuing story. * I woke in a white room, surrounded by four walls and door covered in red paint, which was inconspicuously absent of a doorknob. The floor was rough and I’d never felt alone like this, not even when I was thrown in solitary for a …
May 08
I had a dream last week that I bought a shiny new car. I could smell the interior of the car as well as the feel of the smoothness of the ride as it entered the freeway and started a road trip. I know enough about dream imagery to know what the dream meant. A car, …
May 06
Last week a friend of mine said she doesn’t have time to do the things she wants to do with her kids, a career and she’s stopped worrying about dating.. I see people who give up on the life they want because they think they can’t have it. They’re wrong, it just takes some work. …
May 03
The drums cut and I feel the pull of the rain. The laughing in my head, the burning of the dead. What is this newfound peace? I can’t gather my head, I fear the passion is ringing in the dead. The bells ring and I feel the cacophony of laughter and the screams of the voices …
May 01
When you are done with your first book it’s an amazing feeling. Something that came from within your soul is on paper, or hard drive. No one can take that moment from you. After that moment you have to go through it and find the story. If this is your first novel, that may be interesting. …
