Two-minute love stories: 1/52. A chance encounter…

“And I fell more in love than I’d ever been in my life. Or so I thought.” — Britney King, Anywhere With You

In my last post I wrote that I had an idea about what to do with this blog, something I’ve been contemplating for a while. I wrote that I wasn’t sure I have time to maintain it on a weekly basis.

Well, this week while I was busy procrastinating on a bigger project…I found some. :)

The idea I spoke of was two-minute, RAW, UNEDITED, love stories.

This one is titled: A chance encounter. But then again, who knows, maybe they all will be. ;)


A Chance Encounter

I first saw you from across the room, slouched in an old beat up metal fold out chair, head down, fidgeting— and most likely, I gathered, on the verge of checking out all together.

You were the most beautiful, out of place thing, I’d ever seen.

I recall thinking that I wanted to know you in a way that I’d never wanted to know anyone.

You met my eye for a few seconds longer than either of us seemed comfortable with. It was you who looked away first.

Later, as we stood side by side, in line, holding our bitter, too hot to drink coffee you asked me if I knew where the sugar was. I smiled and handed you my packet. You couldn’t have known this, it being your first time and all, but sugar packets are hard to come by in places like these. In fact, so much so that they’re practically rationed. After all, every addict has his (or her) secondary vice. They won’t tell you that though. And yet, strip them away, slowly, and then all at once, and coffee and sugar suddenly seem like halfway decent substitutes.

You interrupted my thoughts when you leaned in and whispered in my ear. You were shy and confident and it was hard to place how the two could pair so well together. But they did. You told me that you weren’t really an alcoholic—that you’d found your way into this dank old church by way of curiosity. “So you’re not a drunk?” I asked, surprised by your candor. It sounded stupid I realized as it slipped off my tongue.

But you only laughed and said no, that you were something worse. A writer.

I wanted to tell you that I wasn’t an addict either. At least not really. Only before I had the chance my kid sister interrupted the two of us—butting in, in the usual way that she so casually interrupts my life. You looked from me to her and back and instantly I knew that you’d gotten the wrong impression.

You thanked me for the sugar and excused yourself just as quickly as you had appeared. I’d wanted to follow but Margo needed me in the way that Margo often does. So I didn’t.
I watched you retreat and I hoped I’d see you again. Hell, half of me even hoped you were lying— that you were both an addict and a writer, if it meant I’d get to see you again. In fact, I figured as much.

But you weren’t there the following week.

Or the week after that.

I still wait though.

Most people here think I show up to these AA meetings just so I can drag my sister along. Those people are wrong. They think I come to ensure that she does too. I used to.

But that changed the day I met you.

These days, I show up for you.

I watch the door.

I wait for you to waltz back in.

And I always bring two packets of sugar.

Just in case.

Water Under The Bridge…

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” ― Stephen King

Last week, I wrote that I was going to tell you about my next project which will essentially be by NaNoWriMo novel this year.

And since today marks the start of National Novel Writing Month…I figured…it’s as good a time as any. ;)

First though, I thought I’d explain a bit about my writing process, about ideas—and where they come from…

For me, each of my novels begins with a question. Typically, I don’t plot much— if at all…I just find new and different ways to go about answering the question as I write the story…

To give you an idea… below are examples of those questions…

Bedrock: What might the dissolution of a marriage look like? How can the two parties involved best go about fucking it up? And what happens afterward? What happens when you let the chips fall where they may?

Breaking Bedrock: A sequel I hadn’t planned to write. The question being: what are the chances a couple who are products of infidelity can make it work? Especially given that statistically speaking the odds are heavily stacked against them.

Beyond Bedrock: This one was for the readers. The question being: Again, what happens after… and how crazy can crazy get? Also, it touches on various levels of intimacy—how far one might go to avoid being transparent and the trouble they find themselves in in the process.

Around The Bend: How far is one willing to go to keep up appearances? What might a portrait of addiction look like for someone who seemingly ‘has it all.’

Somewhere With You: How do loss and grief shape us? Why are we drawn to certain people? And why do we keep finding our way back to them again and again?

Anywhere With You: Coming 11/11/15. Again, for the readers. Because they asked. Where does a love story truly end? When should one raise the white flag and call it a day?

Water Under The Bridge: Tentatively scheduled for 2/22/16. Lydia from Beyond Bedrock is getting her own story. That said, this novel is a standalone (spinoff?) and will not feature any of the other characters from The Bedrock Trilogy. Think Stephen King’s ‘Carrie’ featuring adults. The question being… can one truly transform? Or merely blend?

And with that, below, the synopsis…

I’d wanted to share the cover as I designed it all by myself (a first) and I’m pretty proud—but my publicist says no, not yet. She’s smart and so I listen. :)

Happy November.

Happy National Novel Writing Month.


Water Under The Bridge

My whole life I’ve wanted nothing more than to fit in.

Only my whole life I’ve done anything but.

That’s probably because I’m anything but average. After all—female serial killers seem to be a minority in today’s society.

And that’s ok—because I’ve longed for a change for quite some time now.

Which brings me back around to fitting in.

You know what one has to do to fit in?

I do.

One has to blend.

Which is great news!

Because I realized my clock is ticking, so to speak, and now I want a family. Luckily, I’ve always been good at getting what I want.

So I figure what better place to blend than suburbia?

All that stuff I did before—it’s water under the bridge now. I just hope it’s not too late to change my ways. Here’s to hoping for suburbia’s sake, too.

I mean, what are the odds I could be the girl next door?

Apparently, they’re better than you might think.

The Inner Workings of PTA Moms…

“It might be a little bit crazy, even. Like, for real crazy. Not just ‘oh isn’t that charming and endearing’ crazy but ‘wow that might be a deep-seated psychological issue’ crazy.” ― Lauren BarnholdtOne Night That Changes Everything

First off, let me just say that this is a very tongue- in-cheek post. Most of them are. But I sort of feel that people often either miss or don’t appreciate my sarcasm. ;)

That said, sarcasm and truth are two very different things and while what I blog is the truth (as I know it)—that doesn’t mean that I’m always one hundred percent serious. Especially, when I’m not. ;) Which is most of the time.

There are numerous ways to deliver truth…

That sentiment brings me to how I found out about the inner workings of PTA Moms….

Secondly, just let me preface what I’m about to say with this: most moms in the PTA—say 89 percent of them, are wonderful, amazing, GIVING people. And I am being serious when I say that.

However, it’s the smaller, say, one percent that are the reason I’ve stayed away from the PTA over the past decade and a half of having a school age child (or five.) The other tiny percentage are the extreme Type A, crazy kind.

If you’re female and a parent…chances are you’ve met one of them. I have. ;) 

So when I volunteered for this whole mascot gig—I made one thing clear: PTA moms scare me…I’ll show up and help but beyond that—I’m good. 

And I don’t get scared by much. ;) 

Anyway, last week was quite literally insane. Not only was it an event intensive week for me business-wise but I was just days away from having to meet deadline and handover my manuscript. This also just so happens to be when I received an email from a PTA chairperson about my mascot gig and the flash mob at the Fall Dance Fundraiser Idea. The email was letting me know that they decided (at the last minute) to change the song from the ‘Whip/Nae Nae’ to ‘Hit The Quan.’ Because, get this— someone else had already planned to use the idea for another event. :)

Now first off, I didn’t even know what the Quan was much less how to hit it—but also I had zero time to learn a new routine.

This also doesn’t account for the fact that I was assured that the “new dance was all the rage and soooo much easier.” Especially, when one is wearing a giant animal costume.

Um, no, it’s not. 

All that said, I thought it might be helpful if I share very specifically what and what not to do should you ever find yourself up against a “passionate, one percenter.”

  • Do NOT. I repeat DO NOT EVER say things like: “I’m just here to have fun.” OR “It’ll all work out.” OR “No.” OR “That doesn’t work for me.” OR “Don’t worry. This isn’t  life or death.” OR “It’s really not a big deal.”  EVER. EVER. EVER. They will find you… and you will pay. Take it from someone who’s been there.
  • Do NOT blog about the inner workings of PTA Moms. Or other volunteer gigs. Particularly, if they are related to the PTA. In fact, don’t say anything anywhere. They’re like the Mafia. They know things. 
  • DO say things like: “Whatever you want.” AND “Just tell me where to be and I’ll be there.” AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: “I’m sorry, I can’t help right now. My life is such a mess. But I bet so and so [another one percenter] could totally handle it.” Those one percenters, they love suggestions. ;)

P.S. I will not be hitting any Quan. Freestyle is more my thing. :)

P.S.S. Have I mentioned that I can’t wait to tell you about my next project? Well… Lydia from Beyond Bedrock is getting her very own spinoff novel about the very thing I wrote about above: fitting in. In the extreme, of course. Think Stephen King’s ‘Carrie’ only featuring adults. :) And, maybe, even a few PTA moms. ;) You know, as they say life imitates art.

More details soon… 


On habits: Creating & Sticking With Them

“Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.” ― Jim Ryun

It’s been on of those crazy, busy, insanely (good) weeks where I’m suddenly asking myself how is it that it’s already Friday…

Also, I realized I hadn’t blogged yet and I do my very best to make it a weekly habit…

Speaking of habits—some of the best advice I’ve ever been given on setting goals, sticking to them, and creating success is to never skip a day of what’s important twice. And so I don’t. Whether it’s— exercise— or writing— or learning ‘moves like Jagger’— unless I’m flu-like sick (which thankfully doesn’t happen often) I don’t go two days in a row without completing the necessary tasks associated with those things.

And on the topic of habits, I want to remind you, tell you, encourage you to consider NaNoWriMo a.k.a National Novel Writing Month if you’re looking to create a writing habit.

I participated in my first NaNoWriMo almost three years ago. The experience gave birth to my first novel, Bedrock. Prior to my first NaNo I’d been a regular writer—but not a daily one. I hadn’t yet understood the importance (for me) of being that engaged in a story. I hadn’t realized that the momentum of writing 1667 words EVERY DAY would only lend to the habit of creating and propel the story forward in a way that it never had before.

Which is why I’d encourage you to give it a go— even if you have no intention of writing a novel and/or publishing it. It’s a great way to create a writing habit— whether you’re a blogger, or poet, or what have you.

Last year I had the pleasure of attending NaNoWriMo’s Night of Writing Dangerously in San Francisco. And while I won’t be in SF this year due to the event falling smack dab in the middle of a book launch and so forth— I will be participating in NaNoWriMo. I’m using it to begin (and hopefully complete) work on my next project— which I can’t wait to tell you about. Soon. That said, I’m incredibly nervous about committing to 50K words in 30 days given the aforementioned book launch and other things going on…BUT I know if I can do it… then so can you. Also, committing publicly is a nice added incentive. ;)

FullSizeRenderA photo of NaNoWriMo’s Founder, Chris Baty and I last year at the Noir themed Night of Writing Dangerously in SF. These days he spends his time teaching at Stanford University’s Writer’s Studio. I’m in awe of what he has created as I’m also a HUGE fan of their young writers program. 

P.S. This week I’ve been reading The Girl in 6E. It’s dark and it’s different…and I’m not quite ready to review it just yet. :)

The Long Way Around…

“When it comes to fighting, physical strength really has very little to do with it. One of the tenets that judo is founded upon is “Maximum efficiency, minimum effort.” That has really defined my career. It is the foundation of all the techniques and everything I do. It’s one reason why I don’t get tired. It’s one reason why I am able to fight girls who are a head taller than me, or chicks who are on steroids. People who cheat or dope lack the one thing every true champion must have: belief. No drug or amount of money or favoritism can ever give you belief in yourself.” — Ronda Rousey (My Fight / Your Fight)

First things first, my flash mob idea for the mascot did get approved for the school’s Fall fundraiser dance. That’s the good news. The not so good news is that I missed the memo that being a mascot is apparently like being in Fight Club. The mascot is not to (publicly) discuss being mascot. ;) So while there will be video and photos shared—from here on out— they won’t be coming from me. All I’ll say about that is… image is everything. :) Also, there’s a good lesson out there about trying to be something you’re not… :)

Secondly, I read a REALLY great book this past week. I’d heard about Ronda Rousey’s biography from Brian Johnson, a philosopher I follow who takes great books, on being great, and breaks them down into bite-sized chunks. Something about this particular note he did stuck out at me and so I decided to read the book—despite the fact that I assumed it’d be all about MMA and the UFC, which I’m not particularly a fan of. I’m not necessarily not a fan either— it’s just that watching two people beat the hell out of each other isn’t really my idea of fun. But then, upon digging further, I read that Ronda was a Judo champion. And somehow that made it different. Although maybe it really isn’t. :)

Also, during the first disagreement I ever had with my husband he dubbed me a ‘verbal Judo Master.’ It stuck, and well, I really felt like Ronda Rousey and I had something in common. ;)

All BS and sarcasm aside—apart from the verbal Judo part—(I can go a few rounds) Ronda’s story is pretty amazing and very inspiring and I could not put the book down. Her words made me question a lot about my life in regard to where to be soft and where to be hard. Particularly in the parenting arena. I loved her mom. Although, fair warning, in this day and age her style of parenting isn’t likely to be highly regarded.

In addition, there were great bits of wisdom on vulnerability and passion— and how to use them to your advantage. But my biggest takeaway was something she said about not allowing others to project their insecurities and limitations onto you. This lesson is one that has shown up again and again for me and I’m pretty much past ready to be done with it. So, it was perfect timing. And the perfect book.

Lastly, this is the point at which I should probably market talk about the book I’m working to meet deadline on. Instead, I’ve decided to save that for the newsletter which comes out Thursday. It’ll include a Kindle giveaway, the first chapter of Anywhere With You… and probably a few other things. :)

P.S. One of my favorite passages from My Fight/Your Fight.  

“I lost my second judo tournament. I finished second, losing to a girl named Anastasia. Afterward, her coach congratulated me.

“You did a great job. Don’t feel bad, Anastasia is a junior national champion.”

I felt consoled for about a second, until I noticed the look of disgust on Mom’s face. I nodded at the coach and walked away.

Once we were out of earshot she lit into me. “I hope you know better than to believe what he said. You could have won that match. You had every chance to beat that girl. The fact that she is a junior national champion doesn’t mean anything. That’s why they have tournaments, so you can see who is better. They don’t award medals based on what you won before. If you did your absolute best, if you were capable of doing nothing more, then that’s enough. Then you can be content with the outcome. But if you could have done better, if you could have done more, then you should be disappointed. You should be upset you didn’t win. You should go home and think about what you could have done differently and then next time do it differently. Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that not doing your absolute best is good enough. You are a skinny blonde girl who lives by the beach, and unless you absolutely force them to, no one is ever going to expect anything from you in this sport. You prove them wrong.” — Ronda Rousey (My Fight / Your Fight)

What’s happening…

“We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything, than when we are at play.” ― Charles E. Schaefer


I was just thinking that you should know I did such a good job at playing mascot that I got invited back tomorrow to do it again.  :) BUT that’s not all! I also got “promoted” and I’ll be dressing up as another animal with our local junior high and their cheerleaders next week. When I told my husband about my promotion he asked if I thought I might be taking this whole thing a little too far. It’s the only way, I assured him. And then I informed him (side note: he really is my biggest supporter) that I’ve already been “booked” for the Halloween dance and of my (yet-to-be approved) plans to perform with the school staff. At first, I considered Thriller. But then I got to thinkin’ that this generation likely knows little in the way of MJ and would probably prefer the ridiculous Watch Me Whip/Nae Nae song. I think I can handle it. My kids and I have already got it down.  ;)


In book news…a thing or four:

  1. Bedrock is FREE via Amazon from 9/29/15- 10/2/15.
  2. I’m excited to say that as of October 1st I’ll be joining the Inkslinger family—alongside an impressive list of authors. This is also proof that persistence pays as I have been turned down for representation two times previously. I guess the third time’s the charm.  
  3. I have so many open giveaways I thought it might be helpful to list them in one place— with links. There’s the this or that giveaway on Instagram. The Kindle giveaway for newsletter subscribers. The signed paperback giveaways on Goodreads. And a copy of last weeks read, The Good Girl. 
  4. I”ll be signing at The Texas Book Festival on 10/17/15 at 1PM. Details to come.

51E+UQ4Ld1L._SX329_BO1,204,203,200_Lastly, this week I am reading After You, the follow up to one of my most favorite books of all time. Written by one of my most favorite authors of all time. After You releases today in the U.S. and I stayed up ’til a very unhealthy hour when my copy hit my Kindle App at midnight last night. I’m 34% of the way in and so far I love it. But then again, I love every. single. thing. Jojo Moyes writes. Everything. Aside from keeping my children alive, completing the writing of my own novel (which btw, have I mentioned is up for pre-order?;), and being an animal— not much else will happen until I’m done reading After You. I know it’s going to be that good.

So, for now, that’s all she wrote.  Hope you have a great week.

Book Review:The Good Girl, Something Personal & A Giveaway…

“I know how betrayal and disillusionment feel, when someone who could give you the world refuses even a tiny piece of it.” ― Mary KubicaThe Good Girl

18812405This past week I read The Good Girl and I LOVED it. I particularly loved how I wrote last week (prior to opening up this novel) about how I enjoy being inside all of the character’s minds— and how I appreciate having to work for it.  Ask and you shall receive. This book certainly did the trick. I can’t imagine that it’s easy to pull off a story of this nature—one told from so many angles— but it was done amazingly well. And truthfully, after I committed publicly to reading and reviewing a book a week I got rather nervous given all that I have going on.  Thankfully, this one turned out to be rather difficult to put down and that made keeping my word not so hard which I appreciate. In fact, I liked it so much I’m giving away a copy below. Just because. To recap what I’ve said before, I don’t know the author, and I purchase the books I read, review and giveaway.

FullSizeRender-1The photo to the left is proof that it’s never too late to do something you’ve always wanted to do. In high school I dreamt of being the school mascot. The trouble was a girl with a baby wasn’t exactly what the school had in mind as the epitome of school spirit. :) Not to mention that there was the baby, and a job, and well, school to consider. Nonetheless, it has still been a bucket list item of mine. And tomorrow I will get to check it off when I don the costume at my children’s school. Not only do I get to be mascot, but I get to act a fool, and give lots and lots of hugs in the process. Also, my kids are incredibly excited. I’m killing so many birds with one stone. ;) That said, I’m curious about your bucket list items. See the giveaway below. Up next for me (fingers crossed) on a bigger scale…I really want to visit Machu Picchu within the next year or two…

Lastly, or sort of lastly, an excerpt from my upcoming novel Anywhere With You in the form of bad poetry.

It’s up for pre-order now.


And for the giveaway… click here. 

P.S. I’m doing an exclusive giveaway for newsletter subscribers. I thought I’d keep it a secret… but instead I’ll just tell you that one of them are going to receive a little product that Amazon is releasing on 9/30/15. It rhymes with the word dindle. ;) Which by the way I just googled to make sure was actually a word and eek, for sure… um, yes it is. It figures. :) Anyhow, the winner will be announced in the next monthly newsletter which will go out on 10/8/15. You can subscribe here. 

Book Review: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing

“When you come across something that you cannot part with, think carefully about its true purpose in your life. You’ll be surprised at how many of the things you possess have already fulfilled their role. By acknowledging their contribution and letting them go with gratitude, you will be able to truly put the things you own, and your life, in order. In the end, all that will remain are the things that you really treasure. To truly cherish the things that are important to you, you must first discard those that have outlived their purpose.” 
― Marie KondoThe Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing


I know I said short book reviews and I assure you this will be the longest you’ll ever see. This one simply has a story behind it…

I almost feel like everyone and their mother has heard at least something about this book at this point. As for me, I started my (extreme) decluttering journey last December.

I’ve pretty much always equated clutter to chaos in my life and have never been much of a fan of either.

For sometime now, I’ve held the notion that our things have energy and this energy affects us—one way or another.  We expend energy owning our stuff and/or lugging it around. And there’s a cost of ownership.

Over the past decade I’ve lost a handful of immediate family members. I ended up being the one to clean out the contents of their homes (and lives) after they died. I guess once you go through this it sort of makes you ask yourself what is important and what isn’t in terms of what we own—but more importantly  you realize how your loved ones will likely feel when it comes time to do the same for you.  It’s tough dismantling a persons life and the contents they held dear. Incredibly tough.

Still, for all of my impracticalities I can actually be somewhat practical. So, admittedly, when I picked up a book whose premise (I had heard) was basically: if you don’t love it (and by that I mean hard love) and it doesn’t bring you joy—it has to go… I wound up in hands on hips, can’t catch my breath, wait a minute… she’s saying what mode.

Thankfully though, I appreciate a good challenge and so I read the book. It didn’t take long to realize that the author’s philosophies made complete sense. And thus began the remodel. This was a whole other life changing and revelatory process. One, however, that worked its magic.

For a very long time I wanted a bigger house. I thought this was part of the answer to my life’s problems. Too many people in too small a space. Now, having raised two of my children into adulthood I understand the immense value of having had a smaller home. It forced us to be closer than we would’ve been otherwise. For better or worse at times—but overall I believe better.

If only I’d understood living and the art of decluttering in the way that Ms. Kondo describes in her book— it surely would have saved me a lot of guilt over the years about getting rid of things and my leanings toward minimalism.

One of life’s greatest and most difficult lessons for me has been knowing when to hang on and when to let go. I found this book and the process of doing the work incredibly cathartic— and as she states in the title, life-changing.

Change did come…

“I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.” ~ Harold Kushner

Change did come. As change does…

Actually, I prefer the term evolution. It sounds nicer than the ‘C word’ which many of us (that would be me) are typically so afraid of— if and when it has anything other than what we deem a positive connotation.

That said, I’ve partly decided what to do with this space other than simply share details of my life that get me in trouble write about my life.

For the past several months I have done a really poor job of reading as much as I Iike and/or need to be. I let other things (remodel, summer, life, work, and so forth) get in the way. And it wasn’t good. When I’m not reading… I’m not the same.

Not to mention the fact that being a reader is a huge part of being a writer.

That said, I decided to challenge myself by re-committing to reading a book a week (likely mainly fiction) and blogging a short review here—in addition to other relative happenings in my life. Mostly though, expect more and more book stuff— in the form of excerpts and bad poetry. :)

I’m going to do my best to have the first book review post up later this week which ironically enough is non-fiction and about change. And life-changing it was.

A side note on books I read/review: I personally choose and purchase them. And I’m unapologetically diverse. This isn’t going to become a traditional book review site.  There are so many great ones out there as it is. In addition, you won’t see negative reviews here. If I don’t like a book, I won’t write about it. Full disclosure: This is sort of all about me. :) My intention is not only that I meet my own reading goals—but also that I connect with readers who are on a similar page— as I tend to read books akin to those I aspire to write. Genre-wise, I mean. Not always. But usually. 

Lastly, a few housekeeping items in regard to books I’ve written…

SWY Sale

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ATB Kindle Countdown

  • There are several signed paperback giveaways going on over on Goodreads and a gift card giveaway on Instagram.

Oh and speaking of bad poetry…



I think that just about covers it.

For now. :)

A Change Is Gonna Come.

The act of regularly opening yourself up in full view of an army of strangers is choosing to be exposed; to consent to have one’s unprotected innards trespassed upon and rooted through. This vulnerability comes at a great personal price, one that is never really ever repaid. The writer is always in the red.” — John Pavlovitz

This quote comes from a great piece titled: Thank You For Bleeding: A Love Letter To Writers

For the past six months or so (maybe probably longer) I’ve really struggled with what to do with this space. This question has been banging about as so much has changed for me since I started writing here, nearly four years ago. Having recently transformed the space around me, I realized that in a sense, doing so, has transformed me personally. Or vice versa. What came first, the chicken, or the egg… it appears the jury is still out on that one.

Originally, when I started blogging in 2008 (anonymously and in a different space) I wrote about the trials and tribulations (and the fun!) of raising a large family. But then that family grew up (and really deserved their privacy in the process) and thus that blog evolved into this one, a space about the trials and tribulations (and the fun) of me growing up.

The main challenge in this has always been that my life is not a one woman show. Thankfully. And I’m very protective of the supporting cast. Which means that whenever I’ve written about my family and I’ve put it out there…well, there’s always been a bit of ickiness associated with doing so. The line with what feels right and what feels wrong has always been a bit too thin for my liking. I’m fine with being judged. I’m even fine with a certain lack of privacy. But I’m not fine with the people I love most in the world not having theirs— and it being my fault.

Secondly, not only have I evolved… so has the audience. I see the search terms. The shift is in part due to the fact that when I started writing here I hadn’t yet published works of fiction—works which may or may not be congruent with my personal life— and/or the things I write about in this space. The two, at least for me, (fic and non-fic, real life and make believe) are very different animals— and it can be dangerous when those lines become blurred. It can also make it a tad bit difficult to be brave and truthful in your storytelling. Which is one reason I love writing fiction so much. There are fewer people to protect when sharing your brand of crazy. For the most part, it isn’t personal.

And the truth of the matter is that writing fiction (messy, messy fiction;) has always been the path I’ve intended to take. I like making things up. Which means that I need to be a little more careful about the (non-fic) stories I tell (on the interwebs) and whom I tell them about. It’s time I separate the two to a degree.

As for what that means for this space… I don’t yet know.

I only know that a change is coming… and that I’m beyond grateful for the lessons I’ve learned, for the ability to share those lessons, and for the changes that doing so has brought.