Event Horizon

black holeI feel like I’ve been sitting on the event horizon of my personal black hole. This has happened to me before and last time, I was past the point of no return without realizing it was happening. That was a very, very bad year. I lost my father and two of my dogs in six months. I stopped leaving my house because both my dogs were lost when I went out.  They were old, but it still got to me on some level that it was my fault for not being with them.

My dad had, had a stroke years before, and he was not doing well. Losing him was not a surprise but it still got to me. I wish I could say it was because of good things. I wasn’t ready for those. Mostly I felt cheated that I never got to tell him how angry I was at him while he was still mentally able to understand the rage I’d been sucking up for decades. He made some very selfish choices that severely changed the course of my life.

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May 2019 – WOW!

This is the best May I’ve ever had. Got a new job with the Paranormal Romance Guild, which is a resource for writers, and last night I was offered a publishing contract for Dreamspinner Press’ Advent Calendar, which means I’m a real author!!!!

Now I need to finish the Prenup from Hell and pitch it to DSP. I only have 3 or 4 chapters to go.

I’m exhausted but really happy. I also want to write a huge fic of Spock and Michael’s childhoods in the Terran Universe…because you know me. I love my fanfic.

So I’m a Trekkie

There might be 2 people in the galaxy who don’t know that. LOL

I’m a huge fan of 98% of all Star Trek series and movies. My dream is to write a Star Trek novel and get it published. Seriously, that would be my dream come true, but they don’t have open submissions anymore.

Anyway, these are my thoughts about the latest episode of Star Trek Discovery.

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Busy day yesterday

The day was too chaotic yesterday for me to write, but that’s OK. You can’t make progress if you beat yourself up for a day of being busy doing other stuff. Hell, you shouldn’t beat yourself up–period. If you do that, you don’t write. Suck it up and move on.
 
Also making my work week m-f for my 5K a week goal is kind of stupid on my part. I’d be much better served if I included the 3 days a week my sister is home writing, and the house is quiet.
 
So there! Now it’s super easy to hit my 5K. I will take my weekend during the week!

Feeling rather blue

In case you didn’t know, I lost my mom 10 days before Christmas, and it’s still hitting me hard. This isn’t a case of not realizing how important someone was in my life when they are gone. I know she was important. We talked almost every day on various instant messengers over the years, and we’d call each other while sitting in waiting rooms or parking lots. I’d outgrown her being my anchor, but she was a major part of my foundation.

Our relationship was far from perfect. I loved her flaws and all, and she loved me. There were some dark spots along the way, but I haven’t spent a single moment wishing I’d talked to her about the things that hurt. There was no reason to with her or my father. Neither could change the past and dwelling on slights by people who are dead is no way to live your life. The past is the past. Water under the bridge. Whore at the river…Let it go.

Now I talk a good game about that, but I’m not a very forgiving person. My dad’s been gone 5 years (10 days after Christmas for him), and I was angry with him for years before he was gone and years after. It did neither of us any good. Mom and I vented about some of that along the way, but I finally let go of the mad a year or so ago. I have better things to do with my life.

So I wasn’t mad at my mom. She wasn’t perfect. Gods know I’m not. I loved her. I still do. But every now and then, I wake up in the morning and remember that she’s not going to be the first person I talk to. We always knew where each other was even though I live 1000 miles away. I guess in a way she was still an anchor, after all.

She taught me how to be strong. But I had to learn to be kind on my own. I still need to work on that from time to time, but I’d like to think I’m OK at it.

I miss you Mom.

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