My Boo is 19!!

My Boo is 19!!

This isn’t so much an in depth deeply moving post as much as it is a celebration of life for my girl Bailey. She’s made it to the ripe old age of 19, which is roughly 92 in human years. She’s the best cat we’ve had and when I think back on my life before it’s really hard to remember it all. She’s been here since 2002 and I pray that she remains healthy for as long as she can.

I feel selfish asking for more time with her, but the thought of her not being here after 19 years is just something I can’t fathom in my life. As a semi-religious person, I know that I will see her one day. She’s going to join my other cats in the big litter box in the sky.

So, join me in celebrating Bailey aka Boo for the time she has left with me.

“We Were On A Break”

“We Were On A Break”

Moving is tough.

I’ve had to take a break from my writing, all the while in the back of my head is a ticking clock. It’s reminding me that time is passing me by, while I settle my new house, and anticipate the upcoming school year. Fingers crossed my little will be sitting in class this year instead of my living room. I don’t think I can do another year of this.

In the mean time I’m watching lots of Forensic Files and planning out story lines.

It’s All a Mystery to Me

It’s All a Mystery to Me

I say that partly tongue in cheek because I’ve reached a crossroads. My new novel is finished but I’m stuck on determining which genre it is. Romantic Suspense or a Soft-Boiled Cozy are my options. My only difficulty tends to be, with the first genre mine isn’t romantic enough and the problem with the second is it’s too romantic. Thus you see my dilemma.

Either way when I pick it up again in a week or two of letting it sit it’s with the knowledge that something is going to have to be added. Which is fine since I’m under my word goals and when I finished I knew this.

I’ll keep you posted!

We’re not complete without a picture of Boo. She’s been touch and go lately but she has gotten a little bit more energetic and acting like her old self lately. I’ll take her any way I can have her.
Yet, Still I Press On

Yet, Still I Press On

There are moments of self-doubt. I admit it. There are days when I wonder why on earth I’m still doing this. I remind myself I’m barely into the process of submitting queries. That’s not that many rejections. Yet. I found my group in Facebook that has touched my heart and uplifted me, and best of all… no drama. One of the things they suggested when I came to them with my heart in my hands and my shoulders hunched, and they embraced me and let me know it’s okay.

They encouraged me to cry and to let it out. That it’s all a part of the process, they remind me of Steven King and JK Rowling and the insurmountable odds they faced, and the sheer volume of rejections they too received. I find my soul revived and my spirit buoyed by their unwavering support and affirmative words.

The truth of the matter is this may never happen for me. Traditional publishing may not be the path that I’m supposed to take, and I have to come to terms with that. I have to be okay with that. For today though, I choose to press on. There are revisions to make to a query letter, and there are many, many more agents that have not yet heard my name.

I choose to celebrate. When I reach 25 rejections, I will find something in which to treat myself. I have chosen to bear my soul to these 25+ people. I have dared to dream something for myself that I didn’t even know I wanted. Something I didn’t think I could ever have.

So, here I am, world. Ready or not.

As always here’s my girl.
It’s Finally Here!

It’s Finally Here!

We woke this morning with beauty outside our doors.

“It’s snowing!!”

I heard the excitement coming from my six year old as she saw the snow coming down outside her window.

She’s been anticipating the snow for months as her older sister has been bemoaning the fact that we haven’t seen any this far this year or even last.

In a normal winter season we usually have it by November, as we did in 2019, but of course 2020 hasn’t been typical in any other sense so why should this be any different. Ha

I’m off to corral the six year old back to class. See you later.

Bailey absolutely loves the snow. She’s already been out in it a few times this morning. Here she is sitting and enjoying the heat vent after her excursion.
Happiest of New Years

Happiest of New Years

Does anyone do New Years resolutions anymore? The thought occurred to me sometime this weekend and I honestly can’t remember the last time I made one. I also can’t remember the last time I heard someone else make one.

I know I need to exercise more but to me that falls under, ADHD problems, not New Years resolutions

I eat pretty healthy already, at least I think I do but then soda happens and I lose all over again.

(Do you use the term soda or pop out cola or coke?)

See, my ADHD is showing. Anyhow, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Looks like Boo partied too much on NYE and crashed before the party was over.
Taking a Break

Taking a Break

It’s three days until Christmas and I’m taking a much needed break. I’ve been at this for three months non-stop. I’m at the query stage as I await the edit. Most agents are closing up shop for the remainder of the year.

Instead I’m choosing to give my mind a break. I’m not even looking at the second in the series right now.

I’m choosing to focus on my girls and hubby as we celebrate Christmas and as we close out this crazy year.

We’re looking ahead to the coming year with optimism and enthusiasm.

There’s a lot in store for us this coming year. Hoping for a book deal. Our family will be moving this summer into early fall. Fingers crossed we’ll see the end of Covid.

I may or may not write anymore this year. I’ll have to see if something occurs to me.

We have been out enjoying the holiday lights in our area. It’s an enjoyable time where we’re in the car together and enjoying it.
Feeling Overwhelmed

Feeling Overwhelmed

I decided to work on my research for getting published tonight. To say I was in over my head is the understatement of the year. There’s so much information out there that I can’t even begin to sort it out. I found several sites that were helpful in helping me see through the fog. I’m learning just what it is I’ve gotten myself into. I will persevere though. I’m determined to see this through.

I’m cautiously optimistic that Giving Cheek will be published and hopefully the ones to follow. It’s the dream I never dared to dream. The dream I never knew I even wanted. The dream that was just that, a dream. Now that I’m making strides and going for what I want it’s daunting and scary and exciting and nerve-wracking. If I had any fingernails left to bite off they would be gone, but they came off when I began telling Analee’s story a couple months ago. 😉

I’m so excited about this whole thing. I can’t believe it’s me doing this. I signed up for a Writer’s Digest class on the whole publishing thing and hoping it will give me insight on where to go next. I’m hoping it will guide me in the right direction to begin the querying process. I’m simply waiting for the last Beta reader as well as my editor to come back to me. It’s hard because I know this is a busy time of the year, but I’m so ready to move on and make that leap.

She’s always beside me, her 18 years are showing in that, I’ve become her anchor. She feels safest when she’s next to me. I’m her ears since she’s losing her hearing. She’s my baby.
I Am Able

I Am Able

I am able to give thanks this year for many things. I’m thankful for my girls. I’m thankful my family is healthy and my girls are learning every day in school. I’m thankful for the myriad of learning opportunities that engulfed all of us this year.

I’m thankful for you who read this. For taking the time to find out what I have to say. I have lots of stories, both funny and sad, and everything in between that I’ll share here in this space.

It’s been a year of personal growth for me. I’m not who I was in January and I’m curious to see what happens as 2020 closes and 2021 opens.

The holidays are here and, I for one, am looking forward to Santa coming. I will be peaking through the blinds on Christmas Eve scanning the night sky looking for Rudolph’s red nose.

Yes. She fell asleep this way.