The shoes didn't fit. It was an omen.

Monday, December 30, 2013

2014 Plans

Before I tell you my plans, I wanted to wish you all a Happy New New. May God be good to us all and grant us our dreams within reason.

Also, thank you all who follow, visit, and comment. Your words of encouragement mean a lot to me. I'm believing that 2014 will be obstacle free for all of us.

Now for my plans. I've been thinking about the goals I set every year. Sometimes I set them too high to reach. So this year I'm keeping them within reach.

Keeping my house clean: I've been cleaning one to two rooms a day. This has been doable and fits right into my writing and working schedule. Not to mention, I always hated cleaning the whole house in one day. Overwhelming and boring.

Exercise: I'll keep speed and interval walking thirty to forty minutes a day. And I'll keep at the light weight training, too. No more over doing it for me. The lesson learned: too much of good thing can be very, very bad.

Writing: Stick with my morning routine of two to three hours. My brain works better at this time versus night. 

Publishing:  Killer Stilettos is next to be out. It's the next book in the Lila's Journey series. And I have a short story already for publishing except for a cover. Samah Ronit. 

Last but not least, I have another project. A novella series to be published sometime this year. White Trash and Pill Heads.

What are your plans for this new year?

Hugs and chocolate!

Friday, December 27, 2013

Enjoying the Holidays

It's really all about God's son coming in human form, and family, and good will toward others. Not all the stuff.

Hope everyone is having a grand time!

Hugs and chocolate,

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Lady Lumps

"Look at you," Sweetman said, grabbing me by the arm, turning me to face the mirror. "You're losing body mass. Your Lady Lumps are shrinking."

I study myself, and shrug. "Guess I'm the opposite of most menopausal women." Within a month I dropped 10 pounds...and not water weight. Sweetman's right about losing body mass. But I figure after the crazy year we've had with his cancer, the grandbaby, and the just has to be stress.

"Why aren't you taking this seriously? This is your health we're talking about!"

Okay. So I went to see the doctor. She ran all kinds of blood tests per the Sweetman. This included tomber markers, which came back negative. 

But when the doctor felt around my neck and thyroid, she said, "You've got a lump."

Wednesday, I go for an ultrasound of the thyroid. It's probably a goiter. Something common for peeps with Hashaimoto's Disease. It's nothing serious, but will end up being surgically removed.

Anyone else out there coping with a thyroid disease?

Hugs and chocolate,

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Would You Sell Your Soul For Fame?

"Are you willing to do anything to be famous?" a potential agent asked me. This was years ago when I was seeking a career in acting and modeling.

"Um," was my first reaction.

The guy waggled his brows at me, and then said, "I've got this one young gal who's making millions. We jump started her career by having her pose for Playboy."

My face went hot. "Oh." All I really wanted to do was act and entertain people, not pose naked for a wack mag. Not to mention, thoughts of my dad or step dad catching wind of this or accidentally picking one up ... well... that would have been humiliating.

That day my acting and modeling career went into the toilet. I just couldn't sell myself out. Morals and ethics mean something to me. And quite frankly, when I see someone on television like the Kardashion girls flash around their nonsense or Miley Cyrus twerking Alan Thicke ... I cringe. What are they thinking? Does money and being noticed mean that much?

I pretty much feel the same about the stories and novels I write. Which brings me to the topic of writing in sex scenes. I struggle. 

In White Trash and Pill Heads, I've got two characters. They're a couple with some major issues and sex seems to be one of their outlets besides drugs and booze. Currently, there are some sex scenes written in. But I'm considering taking them out. You know, write it with an implication  of sex.

Why? It's that moral and ethics thing I go through. I know my dad will be reading it. So will his friends. So will my daughters. And so will the Big Guy in the Sky. And He sees everything.

How about any of you? Would you do anything to be famous or sell your books?

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Ding-Dong My Computer Died

Today, I wanted to talk about my book covers and their creators and whatnot. But I'm working on a Blogger App via my iPhone. So I'm somewhat limited as to what I can do.

Ding-Dong! My computer is dead. The internal drive slowly died and my battery pack can't revive it.

However, I've been writing on my Notepad App and utilizing pen and paper to keep Killer Stilettos going. Been critiquing and beta -reading for fellow authors this way, too. But I can't comment directly onto whatever format they send me. So I jot down notes and email them.

At first Sweetman said, "Cyber Monday is coming. We'll get you a new one." Well, it came and went. No computer was purchased.

Now he says, "After the New Year!" I have a face for this comment.

Oh well...I'll be patient. Besides, the Sweetman has been scheduled for another surgery. The doctors found polyps in his voice box. Patience is a good thing.

Anyone dealing with similar challenges?

Hugs and chocolate,