How hard can it be to write a blog? For me it has been an extremely difficult task. Several half written paragraphs disappeared into the mysterious world where these deleted unfinished ideas are doomed to go. Finally after so many failed attempts I called it a night and went to bed. I couldn’t believe so much head scratching and pondering had left me with nothing accomplished. I tried not to be depressed about failing, but I still tossed and turned for quite a while before I realized what my problem was. I was trying to write about me. I never write about me. I usually write sweet stories about people falling in love or tales of horror where someone is trying to hack someone else to death. Of course I have written those mandatory bios needed for the back of my books, but I have never tried writing anything about my personal life besides the superficial. There’s a really good reason for that. I’m boring. While there are people out there who are actually living their lives to the fullest, most of my life takes place inside my own head. Don’t get me wrong. I have a life. I have friends and a family who love me, and I love them. The problem is that even when I’m with them, I am never completely with them. About three minutes into each and every conversation my mind usually takes a detour. It doesn’t matter how interesting these conversation are, while I may be nodding and smiling, I’m not there. I go, where I feel the safest, to be with my characters. I love writing, because I can make people do and say exactly what I want them to. I can actually put words in someone else's mouth without getting slugged. My real world conversations seldom go as I think they should, and so I write to create my own worlds. While my good guys may make mistakes they never do so out of spite or for revenge. I know what to expect from my characters, because I’m the one who created them. Of course now you’re thinking I must have a God complex or something. I don’t want everyone to do and say what I want them to, but it would be nice ever so often to know what to expect out of people. That way I could be prepared. Then I would be ready with a clever retort or actually pretend to know what I’m doing for once. I guess to break it down to its simplest form. I’m socially inept. When I’m writing I can write and rewrite until it’s perfect. You just don’t get that same opportunity in real life. A couple times each day I manage to say the very thing I shouldn’t. I can always tell from the look on the other person’s face that they’re thinking I’m stupid, and quite honestly about this time I’m feeling fairly stupid. The funny thing is that in my own head I’m witty and outrageously charming. A couple of weeks ago my husband and I had the privilege to meet fellow author and his lovely wife, James and Penny Paddock. It was a wonderful couple of hours. James and I discussed writing and Jerry and Penny talked about living with a writer. For some reason I never considered how difficult it must be for my husband to live with me. If you remember, in my mind, I’m just this charming and witty person. The truth is I’m far from either. For forty years I have only listened with half an ear to his conversations. Most people only had to deal with me a few hours each day at the most, but poor Jerry has to actually come home to this person who never fully listens to anything. Maybe he finds the smiling and nodding charming, or maybe he’s just used to it by now. I would like to say that I’m going to try and pay closer attention in the future, but quite honestly, I don’t know if that is even possible.
Under the Cover of Wings is my new short inspirational story. Mrs. Gabriel is back. She has been sent by God to protect a young boy and his infant sister from their abusive father. Who would dare try to harm someone under the protection of Ms. Gabriel's wings?
Coming soon on Amazon is my new short horror story, "Paying the Hitchhiker". Jennifer and Jason pick up a pretty young lady heading in the same direction they are going. Surely at some point their mothers told them never to talk to strangers or let one get in the car with them. What happens next will be told around campfies for years to come as a cautionary tale.
Welcome to my website. I write romances because there's nothing better than that feeling of falling into love.
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