I Am (Re)Writing!

Just a quick hello.  I’ve been up since 4 am and about ready to collapse from exhaustion so this will be short.  For those of you who follow me on Wattpad, I am currently rewriting Canaan’s Promise.  The story started heading in a direction I was not completely satisfied with.  I took a breather from it, and then went back and gave it another look.  I came up with some ideas to change a few paragraphs here and there, and then I will begin the next chapter.

Thanks to everyone who has been so patient, and thank you to those who have recently added the story to their reading lists, or voted for it.  I so so so appreciate your time and support!



Ideas, Ideas, Ideas

She’s baaaack!

I feel like my head is exploding with all these new story ideas! I can’t get them out on paper fast enough!  I spent all last night writing, and throughout the day today at my “other job” (the one that pays….for now), I would scribble down a few lines, or a plot twist or whatever was occupying my brain at that moment.  All day long I was shoving notes scribbled on envelopes, post-its, and copy paper into my purse to bring home later.

It’s crazy how this came on so suddenly.  I was in a writing drought for so long.  But now, I am re-editing Canaan’s Promise, changing a major part of my novel that had been a thorn in my side, and I have even written down a few ideas for a new story.  But more on the that at a much later date.  I have my hands full at the moment.  Baby steps.

I am happiest when I am creative.  Writing is my life, my love, and what fuels my spirit.  THIS FEELS GREAT!

Where Did The Time Go?

It has been a minute since I last posted here.  Not that I haven’t wanted to.  Please don’t think I forgot about you guys…whoever you may be. : )

It’s the usual excuses from my mouth:  I was sick.  In bed with the flu.  Maybe even bronchitis.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.  Bronchitis.  Then the holidays happened.  One day I was writing a book, and the next day I was cooking a turkey for my family.  My family of 10.  Make that 20.  Maybe more.

Christmas whipped right past before I could even say “Fa la la la la”, and the next thing I knew, I was ripping down the tree and storing the decorations up in the attic until next year.

And then it dawned on me.

It will be a year since I lost my dad.  It seems like just yesterday I was holding his hand while he slept in his hospital bed, how we talked about getting the family together for pizza once the doc gave him a clean bill of health and they let him go home.  I remember watching his face light up the room as I held up my phone so he could see his little granddaughter on FaceTime.  And now, he’s gone.  And it’s been a year.

A year.  How does time escape that quickly?  How can you tell someone you love them one day, not realizing that it will be the last time you ever get to say those words to them?  Where did the time go?  What I would not give to have even one day to spend with him again.  I’d tell him all over again how much he is loved.  I’d hold his hand, and listen to him tell his favorite funny stories for the millionth time.  I’d bask in the glow as he showed off photos of his grandkids to everyone who entered the room.  I’d be happy again, because he was with me, even just for a few hours.  I’d try to hold onto that time as tightly as I could.  I’d try to remember every single second of it.

I would never let it end.