Good Morning All…

“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt

Last to go to bed, first to rise…the mark of a mother. All but the cat and I are still asleep, so I figured I would sit and write a bit as I sip my (yes…you guessed it) hot tea. This is my reflection time…sit back, breathe and plan the day that will never happen. Yes, as a mother anything that you plan for the day will magically not happen at all…especially if your child is stuck in NO stage. But really, I wouldn’t change my son for the world…no matter how rowdy and argumentative he is, I just have to remember that patience is the key…and that stubbornness had to come from somewhere 🙂

He’s got a few scratches from a run-in with the cat. It’s one of those “NO” things. You know “Little man…stop chasing the cat…don’t pull on her tail…let her out from under your bed…don’t pick her up that way please!” *sigh* One day it will sink in…hopefully. Until then, I have the antiseptic on hand, and have stocked up on bandages. Crazy me though, I am thinking about getting a little brother for Luna (yes the kitten’s name is Luna). Then maybe his attention can be directed and divided two ways. Oh and did I mention that the kitten is teething? Huh…who knew?

Since my last post (before last night) we have moved, once again. For a person who had lived most of her life in Virginia (20+ years)…this is a big deal. That was 3 times of relocation within a year…though honestly I had no idea I would wind up back where I began…here in this little town. No, don’t worry, I am not complaining…I’m just saying 🙂 The new house has a pool in the backyard and is covered with a Lanai…so I’m looking forward to teaching my son how to swim this summer. For now, he sticks his feet in the water and holds onto mommy when we decide to take a nice refreshing swim.

So, I am taking life and what it has to throw at me, one day at a time. Starting the day with my tea, making my plans. Here’s to the plans that never see the light of day. The memories that are made instead. And the patience of the mother and kitten with a little guy who just wants to have fun.


I am still here…

“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Ony through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” ~Helen Keller~

Hello all…it has been a while. Through hard-drive crashes, finishing up school and getting another certification, enrolling into yet another school to work towards my MD and finish my criminology degree, writing on the side a little, raising a 3-year-old stuck in the NO stage…as my title says, I am still here – though I have found some new grey hairs. To top it off, I thought it would be a wonderful idea to get my son a cat…*sigh* I love the little fur ball, but some days…not so much.

So now, here I am…almost finished the story of Chloe, Sylvia, Cian, and Kael – as well as working on a memoir of my life and a short book of short stories (you liked that, didn’t you…short book of short stories…haha). The memoir, as one of my friends had warned me as well as others, is a hard lot to write about, so some days it doesn’t get touched and the music gets turned up loud to drown out what I can’t put into words until the day comes around where I am strong enough again. Sometimes it takes weeks…the last time I took a breather, it took me a month to start back at it.

The short stories are just a whole lot of mixing and matching. Some are humorous, some are dark, some are action-packed, there aren’t any set genres…just what I felt like writing about at the time I sat to write. However, Chloe, Sylvia, Cian, and Kael will be my masterpiece. Is it just me, or do you other writers tend to get excited toward finishing a book and are already outlining the next for the series? But then sit and think to yourself, “Should there be a next in the series?” So I still sit, write, and plan…then think and stash away my outlines for the next one…maybe one day I will pick them up and start book two…for now, I gotta get book one off and away!

A Little Catching Up…

Happy New Year

Happy New Year (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

“Life must be lived and curiosity kept alive.  One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.”~Eleanor Roosevelt~

I know I had promised to write more previously, and I am not in the habit of making light on my promises…I have to confess, life got in the way.  However, the world did not stop while I was dealing with what my life had thrown at me.

First, the tragedy of many lost children.  I will not rehash the horror that occurred at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut on December 14th.  My heart will forever hurt for the families who lost so much right before the holidays.  I was actually informed on this past Friday, the 28th, that I am overprotective.  I will not deny it, but truly, is there any wonder why?  If I tell my son to not wander too far ahead of me, it’s not because I want to stifle him, I want him safe because today’s world is not like the world this particular person grew up in.  We no longer have any regard for the human life as we once did.  I may be overprotective now, but know that it is so he can grow up to be his own person.

Second, the predicted “Doom’s Day,” that was to occur on December 21st.  How many of these predictions have we lived through so far?  Add another tick for this one.  It went on like any other day without a hitch…and we all woke up the following day, December 22nd.  Actually, we (being my family and I) left on vacation on the 22nd.  So here we are heading into a new year…and what a year it promises to be 🙂

Third, I wish to extend a belated Christmas to everyone.  Between the Christmas shopping and wrapping and everything else that happens during the Christmas season…I got sidetracked.  After I sent a picture to someone very dear to me of my son surrounded by his gifts, I was informed that he made out like a bandit.  But, you have to understand, I may have gone overboard because this was the first Christmas in which my son could truly take part in the festivities.  I even wrapped the gifts from Santa in a different wrapping paper, not that he noticed the difference.  Actually we celebrated Christmas in Illinois, then proceeded to celebrate our little family Christmas after we returned home on the 27th.  It all fell together quite nicely 🙂

Fourth, I celebrated my (apparently) 29th year of life.  I do not know how accurate this number is…I lost track once my son was born.  The preggo mommy syndrome struck that part of my brain and it has of yet recovered it seems.  No matter, I suppose later on I can truly claim to be younger than I really am, just simply because I can’t remember my true age.  Yes, I know there is an easy way to remedy this, however, it involves math, and well, math and I just do not get along well at all.

Fifth, I would like to wish every one of you a Happy New Year!!  Seeing as I have no idea how long it will be until I will write another blog.  I do hope it isn’t too long, but you know…life may have a different idea as to what I am able to accomplish in the next few days.  So I would like to close this blog out wishing everyone a spectacular New Year, and many wishes for your safety.  Remember, it isn’t a happy new year unless you arrive with it for some people…

Live life, enjoy the little things, and indulge in compassion – for those less fortunate, for those who need a helping hand, and for those who are lost.

Oh and I forgot to mention that my son was able to enjoy his first snow while we were in Illinois.  He now knows the value of snowballs, and how to make them as well as what ice looks like, and what it feels like to slip on some and fall on your rear-end (not his favorite experience).  I wish I had some pictures to share with y’all but we only were able to get out to enjoy the snow one day and my phone had needed to charge.  But I will forever keep that memory stored in my heart, of my little boy struggling to walk in knee-deep snow and make snowballs with his mittened hands.  Oh the joys of being a mother!! 🙂

A New Beginning…x2

“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves.  The process never ends until we die.  And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”

~Eleanor Roosevelt~

I realize I have been absent for quite some time, so now I will attempt to catch up on what has been going on in the day and the life of…me.  As I had posted peviously this month, I am back in what I will call ‘little town’ Georgia.  Though I do not mid the little town, I am ready to be back in a city.  Little towns have their advantages; for example, everything is a hop-skip-and-a-jump away.  However, when the biggest stores around are a Wal-Mart and a Lowe’s…for a city girl it can become tiresome, quickly.  So, the downside is the 45 minutes to an hour drive up north or down south for some decent shopping (though I cannot claim to be a shop-a-holic, it is nice to get out of the little town every once-and-a-while!)  However, I do not mind driving long distances – so as for all, or most things, there is a list of pros and cons regarding said small towns…as of now, both sides are pretty evenly scored.

As you can deduce, my time in New Mexico was wrought with ups and downs, which is normal, to an extent.  If you had asked me a month ago if the time spent there was a mistake, I would have said yes without hesitation.  However, at the time I was very angry and my faith in my famly was nonexistent.  Upon reflection now, I would truthfully say no, it was NOT a mistake.  I got to see people I hadn’t seen in 20+ years, I also got to see a good friend from my High School days while she was in Albuqueruqe with her job.  I also go to get in touch with some people who are very dear to me.  I discovered secrets hidden from me and lies told to me, and I also discovered who I could trust and who I couldn’t.  Most importantly though, my son got to experience his first Balloon Fiesta first hand.  For those of you who know my son, you know the significance in this, he absolutely LOVES anything that has the possibility for flight.  I would never take that experience away from him, even if it meant I could sidestep and avoid the last few days I spent in Albuquerque.

So now I am back in ‘little town’ Georgia, getting ready to relocate further south to Florida…to a city!  I am currently working on getting my Wrangler up and going again since she sat for such a long time without being driven.  I am also working with Cian, Chloe, Sylvia, and Kael to finish their story…my characters have been very patient waiting for me to catch up with them.  I have completed numerous short stories, and have entered two into contests…I am about to submit a third to another contest, so I am anxiously waiting to hear from the companies I submitted to.  My son has settled very nicely back in the swing of things in this little town.  I have to confess I was worried about his ability to adapt to just having mommy around, but he has proven my worrying in vain. Thank goodness.

Now that I have most everything back to the way I can work with, I will be getting back to blogging regularly.  I have missed my WordPress friends!  So now I take my leave, there are so many things to accomplish!! Enjoy your day – whether it is coming, going, or presently there, depending on where you call home.  Ciao!!


“You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn’t depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.”

~Trenton Lee Stewart

I write to you sitting in my son’s room in Georgia today.  We have both relocated to good old south Georgia…about 5 minutes away from the Florida border.  I never thought that I would be comfortable here again..but I am.  You see, I was born in a big city, then I had moved to the seven cities in Virginia – and I had determined a long while ago that I am not a little town kinda girl…however, neither am I someone who could dwell in the city that never sleeps (new York – believe me, I tried, and warm milk before bedtime got real old really quick!)  But I diverse – the point I was making was that I am not a small town girl who likes to drive 45 minutes to an hour to get to a city to roam, or even just to get a Tropical Smoothie (because face it, down here, there really is no such thing as a winter…the lowest it gets is in the low 60s during the day).

I however, have not been writing much of late.  Between packing boxes to send to Georgia, getting my son airplane ready and such – there has been no time.  Both of us are still suffering from jet lag…or really the time changes.  We just had 2 hours taken away and my son wants to know where it went!  I am looking forward to a full nights sleep sometime soon.  Once I get back into the swing of things again, I will continue my writing as well as my blogging. My hand itches to pick up my pen and paper and learn what my characters will reveal to me once again…I miss my four main characters no matter how quirky they are.  I will also be starting another short story soon, one which is due by the 15th of this month, so I look forward to see what my mind puts together for this creative piece!

Now I leave you, in hopes that my update has been well recieved. Once again, sorry for the lack of blogging on my part…I have missed hearing from my friends around the world 🙂

Inspiration and Balloons

“The jet stream is a very strong force and pushing a balloon into it is like pushing up against a brick wall, but once we got into it, we found that, remarkably, the balloon went whatever speed the wind went.”

~Richard Branson

It has been the week of inspiration for my son and I.  Since last Saturday the Albuquerque 2012 Hot Air Balloon Festival has been in full swing, minus the couple of days the weather did not cooperate.  Today had to be the best day for seeing all the balloons though.  One actually landed next to the park that is in the front of our subdivision and my son got to watch as it was taken down and stored away for the next day.  This week there has been so many colors in the sky that were piloted by people from all over the world, 500 plus balloons in total.

We have not acutally made it to the balloon field yet…the days I had planned to take him the weather held the balloons from lifting off.  Then came the small issue of a broken toe in which my wonderful son decided to gift me with.  However, we are lucky to live close enough to the field itself to see them lift off and drift in the sky.  But of course this calls for insanely early mornings with a half asleep little boy (645am) who loves anything that has potential for flight.  As he looks up at the colors in the sky I wonder “What is he thinking?”  No matter how early the day though, I cannot seem to find a better way to start the day, I am going to miss all the colors in the sky next week.

As I said, this week has also been very inspiring.  I have decided that my next short story will be about a balloon chaser, or maybe even a balloon pilot.  I just feel driven to write about what I have seen this week so I can share it with anyone who reads my writing.  So now I am going to leave you so I can start my next adventure with new characters…but I leave you with pictures of this beautiful event.


2 screams

2 screams (Photo credit: jah~)

“We write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. Manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose in our gardens and snip the adverbs only to thread them in our hair. We write with no guarantees, no certainties, no promises of what might come and we do it anyway. This is who we are.”
~ Tahereh Mafi


My hand holds my pen and my mind is almost full to bursting with these ideas, but my muscles won’t work to make my pen form words, let alone coherent sentences.  Does this happen to all fledgling writers out there?  The irrational fear of being successful in something that I love doing – it just seems too good to be true.  Can this really happen??  You would think that these feelings would have more weight in the creation of my book; however, it is just hitting home now while working on these short stories to submit for the writing contests.

Someone very close to me said that it is just another form of stage fright, only instead of walking onto the stage to make a speech (which from my first post you know I have a phobia of speaking in front of any type of group) I am walking into the unknown – I don’t know if my writing will succeed or do a belly flop into the pool of literature.  However, I know that in the end of this irrational fear/way of thinking I will submit these stories just so I can say that I tried, and hopefully that I succeeded. Regardless, I know that if these writings make it or not, I will continue to write – I will not quit.   The more I write, the better I become, right??