After coffee and breakfast, contemplating the day, I rubbed my chin. Caught between my finger and thumb was . . . A RANDOM CHIN HAIR!!!!!!!!! Menopause!

A thin scrawny chin hair that I hadn’t seen in the mirror (I have to start wearing glasses and using that 10x mirror) reflection in the four months this thing had grown. (Basing on its length and the estimation of a half an inch a month growth.) I let go in my panic and stroked my chin again to be sure it wasn’t just my imagination.

Nope. This time when I caught it tenderly between thumb and forefinger, I could pull my chin skin out from bone. EEK! It is real!

I am proud of my containment. I didn’t screech nor scream. Sadly, social media has gotten to me and I reached for my phone to take a close up picture of this new aging phenomenon. Before I could get a snapshot, the little wisp broke. Thankfully there is still enough collagen in my chin that the skin snapped back in place. Thankful for small mercies.

My husband is now in charge of unwanted hair growth on my face. His response? “It’s like checking you for ticks, got it.” Imagine the sound of a male parental voice exasperated at what else a mischievous child has yet again gotten into, rather than any sexy southern drawl.

Thanks for reading!



Thoughts on a Sunday

All week long there were some blog post topic ideas. Some really good, but they would take some research and time to produce. Then I would look at my list of things to do, and my recent consistency with my habits and realize that was just adding too much to my plate.

I still haven’t found the time of day to just free-form write! This is my name for giving myself time to just sit still, letting the thoughts spill from my mind onto the page. Think free association, one thought begets another and another. Sometimes they complete themselves these bits of idea before they exhaust themselves, other times they are just a brief fleeting – perhaps not even a complete sentence but phrase.

Doesn’t matter their form, it matters that I give them time. This is a different kind of writing than journaling or diary writing, to me at least. Diary, or journaling is about me, and my life.  Free-form is more like brainstorming but without a topic. It is where story ideas come from and yes, sometimes scenes for stories already in the works. To be even more specific, it is where ideas for scenes, or questions about works in progress may find their answers.

Over the last few years, this opportunity to meet new ideas fell in importance and eventually out of habit. Ouch, that hurt, realizing that so much of what worked well for me was no longer in my daily routine. That isn’t good, at all.

So instead of keeping my head down to write during this month of NaNoWriMo, it is all about making those habits that encourage my imagination and writing back into my daily flow. Besides, I just read some pages last night of the old draft; ew some of the writing is really rough. I need to find my writing nose-pin and gloves to back in there and make something of that mess. 🙂

Love you for reading.



PS What habits do you need to incorporate to do what makes you happy?

From Halloween 2012

This is the post that started the story . . . .


Being called in this late at night was not a problem. She didn’t mind going in to work last minute.  They may have wanted to think that one over before hiring her.  She didn’t change, just grabbed her keys and left.  Keeping everything needed in the trunk, was easier that way.
When she arrived on that blue moon, there was a black cat in the parking lot. She noticed it as she pulled in.  Parking the farthest from the building, in the darkest spot, she was not afraid. The cat didn’t notice her, not even when the engine shut off.
The trunk was popped from inside, the driver’s door opened. She glanced over. The cat sleek and black, didn’t notice.  Heels hit the pavement, click, click. The cat noticed.  She stopped and watched in mid movement, while the cat’s ears perked up, and the hair along its back began to rise in slow motion. The formerly seated cat stood up, then crouched ready to spring.  She walked around to the back, hidden by the trunk lid.  A smile crept across her face, ‘The cat won’t move until it knows where I am going to walk,’  She thought.
She took her time removing the gear. Making sure she had everything she would need.  Putting her hand on the edge of the lid above her head, the glossy painted nails and jewels catching the light as she drummed them on the metal . . . making time. Then suddenly the lid slammed down. The cat hadn’t moved.
‘We stared at each other. The cat and I. I looked towards the employee entrance, and debated. Should I go out of my way to walk into the cat’s path, or should I walk straight ahead to work?  I checked my watch.  It was a couple of minutes to midnight. Straight.’ She would later recall.
‘I chose at the last second to walk farther around my parking spot, as if to head toward the cat. It took a few steps back.  Then sat. Brave. I walked straight to my destination, until I was parallel with the cat on my right. I stopped. Turned my head. The cat stood back up. I bent at the waist, leaning towards the minion, and hissed. The cat sprang and ran away never looking back. I know, I watched.‘  She would continue to report about that night.
Laughter echoed in the night air off the building and mostly vacant lot.
She checked her watch.  Clocking in right on time.

To Mail Chimp or Not

So I saw recently on D’book that not everyone is liking the popup email lists things.  Yeah, me neither. But, I got one. Hypocrite (and for you spelling police and bad spellers, I just looked that word up because it looks like hip-o-crite, with a long i). Yes, I am.

I am giving this Monkey list thing a year to see how it goes. BUT, I have decided I do not like trying to write an email to introduce a new blog. From research on “how to social media market/brand” I will spend all my time on writing stuff for that and none in the form of storytelling. I am motivated, but not THAT motivated.

So, I am going to use that list to weed out the lookie-loos. Those on that list get first dibs on stuffs.  When I get stuffs. They are my big boosters, because they are sweet to me and got on in the beginning. (Um, just so you know, this is still the beginning. Late in the beginning, but beginning still.)

Like, I k now what I am doing, plowing ahead full force. I got my feet back on the ground and my head back in the clouds where it belongs.  Found my blue** colored glasses and they are back on.

Love ya for reading!




**Blue, is my signature color.

The Right Stuff

Just so happens that recently looking through the book of faces, I saw a post by one of my husband’s buddies. I note this because he, like my husband, has the right stuff, in my opinion.

With both his and his wife’s permission, here is the photo that accompanied the post. The husband’s post is shown along side and in the caption below the photo.


The view in Cancun is breathtaking!

My thanks to both Mr. and Mrs. for allowing me to post this on my blog. I think they are both pretty awesome. Happy life you two!


Thanks for reading!

Love you for that,



(I neglected to ask permission to use their names, so those along with the comments that followed are blurred.)


Printed The Second Rough Draft

So, I did it. Its printed. Double spaced with interior notes. it says 21,000 words. Good grief, that means to make a novel I have to add some 70,000 words to it.  EEK!

Found a copy of the other King book on writing. Started the chapter about brand names. (Yes, I am aware I am not that kind of writer. Not famous, and I doubt that I will be, nor do I want to be. It’s ok, but keep it to yourself.)

Something to do while I try to get the nerve to read and edit the second draft. There was good reception for that original rough draft, even though being a true rough draft, there was criticism because I posted with errors. SHOCK! (If I had corrected, it wouldn’t have been a true rough draft.)

So, back to King’s book Secret Windows, in that chapter “On Becoming a Brand Name,” he discusses the aspect of word count. The different type of works based on word count novel, short story, The length of the story and whats currently selling. At the time that King wrote Carrie, the length wasn’t one that purportedly* would sell. * my mental voice reached a higher pitch and my eyebrow actually raised.

My point is that a good story, doesn’t matter the length. It matters if it is good. All the really matters is a good story and a clean copy. Am I right?

Intimidating myself into or out of getting started, remains to be seen.




A Very Short Post

This last week was full of research. Some was spent, it seemed, wasting time reading and scanning blogs and websites for information on marketing and social media. There was information to be found, but much of it went against my nature. So, I dutifully recorded it and then let it fester in the back of my brain for a while.  I have come to a mild meeting of the knowledge gained and my internal instincts, so I will have a go at that for a while and see what happens. Unfortunately for me, my closest advisors opinion matches up with the exact amount that I don’t want to do. So, I have to be realistic and accept that it will take far longer with anything less. It is a trade off.

The other research was for the work in process right now, Sinister.  Much positive feed back was given about my finishing that story.  I even got some writing done on it as well.  Notes made, and as I said research begun to help me write better as well. Let’s all hope for that.

I will be watching my numbers (about that social media stuff) to see when and how often posting on the blog should occur as well as finding the time and interesting topics as well.

For now, I will leave you with a picture of where I would really rather be.


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