Monthly Archives: September 2013

I’m Tired- How About You?


I love, love to write stories and the process itself helps me keep my mind off the other things that I let bug me – such as trying to work my day job all day and night. It’s hard for me to shut down my brain when I get home and I constantly think about work. The writing is supposed to be my escape from that- something to keep me otherwise occupied but I made a big mistake, I think.

I wrote for years and years and selfishly kept all my stories to myself for my own amusement. When I was convinced by someone to let them out of my head and my computer, I became interested in being published. I have had a bit of success in that arena but when I say that, I mean I have had success in getting publishing contracts. I do not mean it in any way that I’m a successful writer. I wanted to share my stories but you see, that’s not what has been happening.

Sales are dismal. I know there are a lot of books and stories out there and there’s no real way for someone to stand out. It’s like a cacophony of noise and shouting. Everyone yelling, “Buy my book, buy my book.”

I think it’s time for me to get off that treadmill of promo and all that jazz. I’ll keep writing because it does make me happy but I think I’m done with the rest of it. I have a few more stories set to come out but I think the other ones will be left on that hard drive again. It’ll bring me some peace.

October in Edinburgh



Wishing I was here today. I love Scotland and this photo takes me right back to my lovely trip last fall. I adore the starkness of the bare tree beside the cross and the drizzly, grey sky also speaks to my soul in a soothing way.

Word Wednesday – BLERG


Today’s word is from the Urban Dictionary and I chose it because it’s pretty much how I’ve felt the last few days. The word is BLERG.

This word has several meanings and if you want to check them all out, go here.

In the context of how I mean it, I am in the mode of uninterested in doing anything but I also mean it in the context of anxiety. I need to get interested as I have a lot going on but I’ve stressed myself to the point of wanting to collapse and sleep for a month. I don’t enjoy feeling like this as I’m usually peppy and happy to be alive for another day.

Any recommendations for making this angst go away would be appreciated.

New Short Story Release-


This new short story is available for purchase here and the background photo for the cover was taken by yours truly on my trip to Edinburgh, Scotland last October. Very exciting to have that photo credit. It makes me very happy. Here’s the original photo as well as the cover and blurb:

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Working on her doctoral dissertation has been stressful for Jenna Monroe, an American studying at Edinburgh University. She’s writing about the mythological kingdom of Camelot which historians believe was above the City of Edinburgh at a place called Arthur’s Seat near Salisbury Crag. She hikes up to the crag for inspiration, and while resting there, meets a man in a hooded cape.

The man introduces himself as Art, the son of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. A castle appears out of the mist and the man escorts her inside to dine. Believing it to be a vivid dream brought on by too much stress, Jenna shrugs off the encounter. She’s later shocked when she sees the man from her dream in town.



I couldn’t resist adding a bonus word today in honor of Friday the 13th.
TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA is the word for fear of Friday the 13th or of the number 13, actually.

The word itself comes from a combination of several Greek words.

Tris = three

Kai = and

Deka = ten

Phobos = fear

So, easy peasy, it’s the fear of three and ten.

Word Wednesday


The word of the day this week is kind of gross. It’s SPITCHCOCK. What the heck do you think that means?

It means an eel that has been split and grilled or that has been fried. I shudder to think of eating eel anyway- and yeah, I know there are some sushi lovers out there but I can’t get past the texture myself.

Word Wednesday- September 4, 2013-Miasma


This week’s word is MIASMA. I’m in the process of polishing a novel I wrote last November during NaNoWriMo and part of the story takes place in a bar. I used the word miasma in one of the scenes. I love this word.

It means a highly unpleasant smell or vapor. If you’ve ever been to New Orleans and down Bourbon Street, the miasma that floats over that are is the smell of stale beer and vomit.