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Sharing My Unedited Writing Experiences & Life Experiences.

Don’t Eat String


This week I’m not going to write a short blur using this writing prompt but instead tell you about what inspired me to write this prompt.

About a month ago I started going to the gym and the promotion at the time when you signed up you would get a winter hat with a huge red pompom on the top. It was a nice hat, the only problem was it had the gym’s name across it and so I left it on the kitchen table.

The weekend rolls around and everything is quiet… too quiet for a house that is usually filled with two young cats par-coring off the living room furniture or trying to jump up the walls to get at the picture frames. This led me to looking for my cats, which I soon discovered were eating the strings from the pompom hat on the floor in the bedroom.

Seeing that resulted in my saying the rant above, while tug-of-waring with my two cats for the hat. I put the hat in the winter basket in the closet but still a month later I’m finding red strings around the house.

Life is never boring with pets… I’ll tell you that. XD

You’re welcome to use the prompt or share it with others – all I ask is that you link back to my blog.

Thanks. ^.^

Finding Writing-Life Balance

About a week ago, I posted on my other site about how I struggled with finding a healthy writing-life balance. I wanted to share my experience with all of you and share the things that have helped me find balance in my writing life. Click the image below to be teleported to my main site to find out more:


Bring You Trouble


“I know you care and that you’re hurting but…” he took her hand, “I know you love me too.”

He held her eyes, hands trembling in hers. She knew he was hoping for her to say those words but they wouldn’t grace her tongue. She loved him, she really did… but she was afraid.

“Being with me will only bring you trouble,” she breathed. Her eyes falling to his hands that tightened at those words. “I’m not a person who can stay in one place…”


Creating a Writing Playlist

Sometimes music can help open your mind and let loose your soul. This is why, when I’m writing I always create a playlist that supports the themes going on. Click the picture below to be teleported to my author website to read the post!




Present To Your Son


There came an awkward silence between them as she turned to look back at the door. It was clear he was finished with her, but it was rude to just leave.

“If you don’t mind,” Liora started to turn towards the door, “I think I’m going to go say hello to Cael. I’m certain he’s been wishing to see me.”

“He don’t know yar here.” Charn’s statement stopped her hand from turning the handle of the door. She turned back, looking at the large man who’s hands were folded over his mouth. His green eyes glancing at her with heavy brows.

“But he sent me the letter… he asked for me to come.” Liora stated, turning with arms crossed.

“I wrote the letter… ‘course I used references to the letters he wrote yah and took some civil liberty to change a few words around but it got the effect I was hopin’ fer.” Charn leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk across his lips. “Yah’re here, that’s all that matters.”

She walked back to stand before the desk. Her chest tight as she forced her breath to stay calm. This man had kept his son’s letters from her, used her letters for his personal gain, and used her feelings for his son for his selfish reasons. She had been warned about the manipulative methods of those in the South but she had no idea the King of the North was just as back handed.

“Why?” Liora growled, leaning her hands on the edge of his desk. “Why the hell would you do something like that?”

His smirk only grew noticing her snarl of displeasure at his comment.

“The boy gets gifts all year round. There ain’t a thing he wants that he doesn’ get… but yooou.” Charn leaned forward, their faces only a few inches apart. “Yooou is all that he hoped fer and yooou is what I got ‘im.”

Liora searched the stern face of the aging warrior before her. His heavy brow, his flaring nostrils, his yellowed teeth peeking through his lips partially hidden by his wiry red beard. This man who had hated her… who had physically assaulted her within the first days of meeting her had asked her to be at his son’s coronation. It didn’t make any sense.

“You asked me here to be a present for your son?” The words felt strange coming off her lips. “The Morzi brat – traitor to the North – is your gift to Cael?”

“Bloody brilliant, eh? He’d never expect it.” Charn laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“But why?” Liora still couldn’t understand.

Author Site Post

Trying to get back into writing it like pulling teeth… but here I am doing it.

I just wrote a post for my author site about how we all have a story. Kind of sappy… kind of motivational… sort of. Check it out if you are interested.


Bet you haven’t missed these picture links. Click to be teleported to my author site. XD

Trying to get out of a writing funk…

So… yeah… I haven’t stuck to the promise I made to post more. I know… I’m terrible… but life happens and sometimes you get pulled away from what you want to do to deal with what you need to do.

The last year has been one of those years where the second I want to do something another thing has gotten in the way. First it was moving into a new place, then I got two new kittens (which if you ever tried writing with kittens it is a challenge), and then I started a new job that took my focus away from what I wanted to do when I got home. In summary – being an adult sucks and don’t ever grow up. XD

But, in all seriousness I also was suffering from a lacking desire to write. For the longest time I had used writing as an escape, something I did for fun… but after writing two books and focusing so much on sales I realized that my passion was turning into another job. For some that is great. Becoming a writer that just does that for their job is a lot of peoples goals, but as I was working towards that goal that I thought I wanted I realized it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. I burned out and that little fire that I had turned into coals.

It has been almost a year since I seriously wrote something on here. It has been even longer since I started working on a story or planning out a book. I have book three planned out and it will be written… but it has taken some time to find the motivation to do so. I don’t know when I will post next. I have all these ideas and plans but it is the matter of motivation that gets in the way. The only reason I’m writing this now is more out of trying to get what I’ve been feeling out than anything else.

Anyways, that’s enough rambling for today. I think I’ll leave you all to your weekends. 🙂

Toodles for now.



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