I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

About a month or so from now, summer will begin to wane. The myriad of garden colors will be replaced by fading green and then the ground will be crunchy brown with the leftovers. Not seeking to wish away time I look forward to fall because it is my season.
Had an awesome vacation with family and away from words. The breather stoked bonds and mental acuity. Memories fill my heart. News is depressing and it has been god-awful hot but windows are open today. Air conditioners resting until tomorrow.
This first free of time-clock summer is a god-send. The writing life is a dream come true. I am blessed and grateful. And best of all I am making real progress and have not given up on the belief that regardless of that which may prejudice an agent or publishers mind (age), it’s all about the story.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Pen-update, rejection section

I queried two papers for another column. Sent articles along with the queries. Haven’t heard back. I'm thinking no response means no. And that’s okay.
Submitted to a magazine a rather long piece about a life event which changed our family in amazing ways, forever. Got a rejection on that one fairly quickly because the piece is time sensitive (September) and lead-time is running out.

Pitch points on that one:
I had less than five bucks in my wallet and a million and a half dollars in my hand.
It was like Erin Brockovich meets It Could Happen To You.

Am pushing forward to other publications and no it wasn’t an insurance settlement and no we did not win the lottery.

Right now I am editing my book. Yup, went back with the joy of time, and utter endearment for a cast of characters I adore.

So that’s it. That’s my short (as a short-straw) update because I have editing to do.
Lovin’ life.
Have a great summer boys and girls.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Pen on pause


When life changes drastically, in a good way.

When routine becomes memory and tasks change from have to, to want to, the everyday takes on new meaning.

That’s life now.

Retired from my all-over-the-clock 9 to 5 (which never was a 9 to 5) but a nights, weekends, and holidays ‘must,’  I could cry because I am so grateful to have a normal life back. Um, I have cried with the relief of it all.

The only downside, oh wait, there is no downside.

On a personal note, the past two months have been filled with family. I won’t go into the particulars but I have been able to spend time with a soon-to-be two year old and an nine month old, which has filled my heart in ways I not thought possible. Babies put everything in perspective.

But what about writing. What about the dream?

Still there and back in earnest next week.

When my daughters were little I never (not once) regretted the business I closed and management career I put on hold for eight years.

And now?

Not one second am I regretting my pen on pause.
Get ready boys and girls. Next week. I'm lookin' for ink.