It’s So Good To Be Home

We crossed over a bridge covered in two feet of water four days ago. Now the bridge is dry and we’re sleeping in our own beds again. It’s good to finally be home.

Six Word Saturday – It’s So Good To Be Home


Flood Waters in South Carolina

I just wanted to share with everyone who might look at my writing site what is going on right now. The video below was taken by yours truly today. The bridge is right near where I live. I hope everyone else is safe out there.


Memories of a long time past

All are now just memories

Experiences and dreams amassed

Gone as the mind empties

A mural of community

Of times long passed

Once a symbol of unity

Now a face recast

A building with a new face

A painting gone without a trace

Will everything be changed

When the past is rearranged?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ode to a Playground.”

In memory of a mural I helped paint on the side of one of my high school buildings. Now gone and the building part of our town Recreation Department.



I took the plunge and it’s scary as all get out.

I’ve published my first book on Smashwords.com. If you like you can find it at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/502527 and soon it should be available at any eBook retailer. Until the end of the year you can purchase it from Smashwords for half price using the coupon code: QS63Q

Children of the Great King

90 Days to Your Novel – Day 1

The beginning of every journey starts with one step. Even though I’ve already completed one novel length story, I have purchased 90 Days to Your Novel: A Day-by-Day Plan for Outlining & Writing Your Book. Hopefully my next novel will be more publishable than the last.

That being said, I’ve read the task for day one and I’m already starting to rethink the plan. I’m supposed to think back to my earliest memories and write them all down.

I’m lucky if I can remember what I did last week. Perhaps I can add in the stories I have been told. Regardless, I have a hard time believing that I can write for 2-3 hours on such a topic.

Here’s to the possibility that tomorrow’s task will be somewhat easier.

In addition to all that, at the suggestion of The Daily Post, I’ve claimed my blog at Blog Lovin’. Follow my blog with Bloglovin

And Now a Message From Above

Well, You Did Ask For a Sign - God

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The only guarantee in life is that there are no guarantees. We’re always looking from guidance, hoping in some sign from above to let us know if we’re on the right path. Most of the time we’re just left second guessing ourselves.

Whether put there as someone’s message from God or just a minister’s quirky sense of humor, church signs can be profound or even amusing. I’ve been collecting church signs that have either tickled my funny bone or struck me as profound or simply struck me with improper grammar. Every Sunday I’ll be blogging about these church signs and what they mean to me.

Perhaps you’ll find your sign among them.

Hello world!

Greetings digital world!

I’m moving here from live journal. I’ll be bringing over my favorite posts over, but leaving behind the embarrassing ones. Please don’t expect much of this blog until I get everything moved over and situated. In the meantime… Enjoy the muzak (if you have any saved in iTunes) and falling snow. 🙂


Writer Know Thyself – Bad Habits

Do you have a bad habit that affects everyday life?

Most of my bad habits are related to my self-esteem. My biggest bad habit that most affect my life and the lives around me would be the way I over think the way people say things around me. A simple comment leads into me wondering why it was said, did they mean it that way, or did they really mean something else. And really most of it lies in something someone wise once told me a long time back. Inside every comment, no matter how innocently said, lies a grain of truth.

How would life change if you overcame that habit?

I would imagine that I would be more relaxed about life as would those around me. But I also believe that over thinking comments is what makes me a better writer. If I can think of all the what ifs in life, then it should be able to color my stories more.

What steps would you need to take?

I believe it would take lots of time and treating myself like one of Pavlov’s dogs. When dealing with one’s psyche this way so much is ingrained that changes cannot be made by just deciding suddenly to not do so.

What would make you finally decide to change?

Frankly, someone other than myself would have to be hurt by it. I feel too much like I’m maintaining status quo that upsetting the balance, would affect too much other stuff.

Does your main character need to overcome a bad habit?

All this talk of bad habits has made me realize that she doesn’t have one. Perhaps she’s a little too perfect. Maybe she needs a bad habit to make her more believable. She needs something that will make the readers hurt for her and cheer her on to get over.

At least this exercise has given me something to work on.

This blog post curtsey of The Writer Magazine November/December issue Writing Prompt

Was That My Ex–Weird Dreams

This so goes beyond the pope in the last weird dream that I blogged about.

It started out that my sister and I were driving… somewhere after work. We decided to stop at this weird boat landing to collect little fish for my fish tank. I’ve done that for real where I live with my nephews and my son. She parked the car right on the boat ramp and while I’m doing whatever I’m doing I notice that the car is rocking a bit. (get your minds out of the gutter) I notice that the brake isn’t on so I jump in and pull the emergency brake. After that I help pull in a boat that was stuck and I notice that The car is almost completely submerged. Apparently it was a tidal river. I jump back in praying that it’ll start. It does and I drive it completely out of the river and a little ways up the road. When I get out I see a little water hole that is just inside the edge of the woods. I take my little bucket and quickly scoop up with larger fish that had gotten caught in it. There’s also a tinny alligator that had been caught in it. Just before the entire little pool drained I get the last fish out and set the baby alligator free in the river.

The next part of my dream was really odd, even compared to that. There were two people in a van of some sort with a drink machine in the back. There was some lesson being taught to the driver but the details are really fading.

The next part is more complete is not odder in its own way. I was in the middle of some sort of court hearing against some obscenely rich guy who had been abusing his employees. One older woman in particular was in the case while the rest of the staff was backing her up. She won the case and a group of us left after some guy had seen a monkey that really meant something at the time. It felt like a family group in some sort of spy ring movie or something. With me there was this older guy who gave the orders, some other girl a little bit younger than me, and my ex (my real life ex). Some how I didn’t know he was my ex until later.

Okay, apparently the boss guy is being bribed or something and in order to catch the bad guy the plan was made to lower the money into the room in question while I went downstairs to catch him. I get there and the room is empty. I quickly run back upstairs and see the boss guy and my ex standing in front of a wall holding a string. I laugh at them as tell them that they’d been had. That was the point when I knew the other guy with me was my ex. Next we’re in some sort of living area getting ready to eat dinner. At some point I’m sitting next to the table moving things and my ex leans down and whispers in my ear.

"You didn’t have to tell my dad I was in on it," he whispered. I get this instant memory of some sort of prank or surprise party planned for his father. I don’t say anything, I only grinned. And he kissed me. I can remember my eyes widening in surprise as I looked up at him. He whispered something about that’s what I get or something. And I woke up. So weird…

My ex doesn’t read my blog does he?

Think Before Sending

I am sick and tired of "Forward Fever." If I could change anything in life it would be that people would understand that not everything said in an email can be taken as 100% truth 100% of the time. Come on now. We have places like factcheck.org and snopes.com for a reason. It’s because many of these viral forwards are false, misunderstandings, or just nuts. No companies are going to track an email and give everyone X amount of dollars or a trip to Disney World. Nobody is donating a dollar for every email forwarded out about some sick child that may or may not even exist. There are no reported gangs using bloody car seats to lure women out of their cars in a gang initiation. (Although it does sound like the beginning of a awesome horror story) And it is currently not advised to do self-CPR when you feel a heart attack coming on.

I’m not brilliant. I don’t go out contacting all the places and people mentioned in these emails to see if they’re true. I go to the people who have. Snopes.com is really great about that. If there is a contact in an email that looks even remotely official, they check it out. Just because there is a police department or hospital mentioned doesn’t mean that they actually endorsed it. Sometimes they don’t even exist.

Please people! Think before you hit the send button. It takes less time to do a bit of research at snopes.com than to respond to my emails when I email you what I learned when I looked it up at snopes. 🙂

I was reading this one quote at factcheck.org that I think sums it up:

Jay Friedman, the hip-hop producer who wrote the rap and also records as Satellite High, is reportedly highly amused by the whole situation. "People are willing to believe very strange things when they come from the internet," he told CNN’s Political Ticker blog.