I love living in Florida!


Today is a beautiful day. There is not a cloud in the sky, the sun is out and the temps are in the 70’s (F). Not one to skip out on a beautiful day, I took off to Sand Key Beach and collected some sea shells. (here’s a sample of some of the jewels I collected today.

After I got back from the beach, I took off to Eagle Lake Park and rode my bike for six miles. It is only 3:00 in the afternoon. Where do I go now? Maybe I’ll take the poochies for a walk. They’d like that.

To all my fans and friends: Happy New Year, everyone. May 2011 be filled with love, prosperity and miracles.

My muse is thankful Christmas is over


I’ve searched for her for over a week now but with all the family and guests and new dog in the house, she hid from me. This morning, she peeked out from the covers, smiled and led me to the computer where it appears we are back on track. Whew! I panic when my muse leaves me. I kept thinking I was going to float back down into that deep, black abyss of writer’s block that plagued me about a 8 months ago.

Oh, that was an awful time, staring at my computer, my novel, and there was nothing firing. It was if my brain turned off and I couldn’t find the light switch to turn it back on. I don’t know why the muse left. Maybe she needed a vacation. All I know is I felt lost without her. During this dark time, I re-read what I’d written, looking for ambiguities. I though maybe I’d written my characters into a corner from which there was no escape. Maybe . . . maybe I’d lost my passion to write! *GASP*. No! Here I was in the middle of my second novel in the Chronicles of Fallhollow series, the follow-up novel to the

    In the Shadow of the Dragon King

and I’d lost my fire, my passion, my drive. What was I to do?

I ended up throwing myself into two editing jobs for two other books, the anthology by the International Association of Aspiring Authors, “Glimpses”, and the upcoming novel by Ryan Hoover, “Immortal Implements”. Amazingly, I discovered my passion wasn’t gone, it was only diverted into another passion: helping others perfect their own works. Coaching them, helping them with content. After these other passions were explored and fulfilled, my muse came back and I have been diligently typing away on the second and third novel in the 3-part series.

I’m very happy my muse stayed close to home this past week, allowing me to focus on my family, friends. But now that she’s back . . . watch out 2011. We’re both back and it’s going to be a hell of a year for both of us! First step: agent. Second step: publisher. Third step: book in hand! Fourth step? One Big Party!

So, how did you manage to write during the holiday season or did your inspiration get up and leave, too?

Are You Wasting Your Time?


Do you have a passion you love to engage yourself in only to have others, including your evil, innerself, tell you you’re wasting your time?

I, myself, am a writer and author. I love to write. I always have and always will. Thankfully, I’ve had encouragment all of my life with my writing. Many people (teachers, authors, agents) have told me I should be an author but we all know how life goes and, well, dreams sometimes get put on the backburner. Now that I’m older, I’m pursuing those dreams and will soon have my first novel published (when I find an agent). Yay me!! 🙂 But it did not come without great sacrifice, not only my sacrifices but my family sacrificed a lot, too. I never would have made it if it hadn’t been for them.

But even with all this support and pats on the back and positive critiques and feedback, there is still that part of me that argues with and berates me. Writing makes people vulnerable. It opens you to public criticism, ridicule and rejection. I suppose any artist feels the same when it comes to pursuing their craft but I can only speak about what I know.

Writing my novel has been an arduous adventure to say the least, and there were many times I questioned myself. Many times I wondered ‘Why am I doing this?’ ‘This is a waste of time.’ And yet something deep inside tugged at me, kept me moving forward through all the edits and re-writes, all the self-doubt. How can this longing be percieved as a waste of time? A mistake? Who am I to tell myself not to do what my heart and soul loves and craves? My desire to share my words, even if it is with one person, is what carries me on. To know my words are out there in the universe, no longer mine, is something indescribable to me. To leave behind something of me that will last forever is an incredible feeling. In a sense, it borders immortality. Somewhere in time, maybe a hundred years from now, maybe longer, someone will pick up my novel and read it. The thought blows my mind.

I wonder, as an artist, have you ever been tempted to throw in the towel? Have you ever wanted to give up on your passion? Has anyone told you to stick to your day job? Did you listen? What keeps you motivated to keep trudging ahead and not give up on your dream?