Novel Updates

Update on GOTD: Maniacal laughter

Over Christmas break, I finished writing GOTD, my second horror novel. I am in the process now of tidying up the last third of it, smoothing out some wrinkles, and sweeping up some dust that escaped into the corners. But by and large, it is done. I hear the angels singing from on high…

If you know of any good agents/publishers looking for a spoopy tale, please drop me a message and let me know. I am going to try the traditional route this time. Prayers and encouragement are also appreciated for this bumbling human as she continues along this journey of writing and life. They will be returned in full.

Also, my thanks to Mr. Mike Nevins for reading drafts of GOTD and providing great feedback and also encouragement. He’s a writer as well and I encourage you to check out and follow his blog. It’s full of funny, and often insightful tales.

Cheers and happy writing to you all. May we all keep being encouragers to one another.


Introverts, sensitivity: Holiday Seasons

For those of us who would rather walk quietly in a museum, reshelf and browse books at a library or bookstore; for those who would like to put on a pair of skates and glide on ice under the stars seeing your breath blow out in clouds. For those of us who enjoy curling up with a favorite book, a blanket, and shut out the world around us. The holidays can be a time feeling like you are a Shakespearean actor, thrust onto a wooden, waxed stage. And you become deathly afraid of falling into the musician’s pit or disappointing the audience closely watching you.

Your feelings are valid; nothing is wrong with you. You are a sensitive soul, is my guess. And you are in great company.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. May you find a quiet nook this holiday season. Eat, write and be merry. At your own pace, in your own time, in your own way.

Happy writing.

Christianity: My Journey & Thoughts, Ponderings

Reflections & Thoughts: Heaven, Hell and Which Tune to March To

I’ve never been a morning person–those who wake up with the sunrise and delight in singing chirpy, Julie Andrew tunes. I shuffle like a Resident Evil extra arriving late to set, put my shirt on backwards, and make my guardian angel file their retirement paperwork (yet again) as I navigate the stairs to find my way down to the kitchen. The law of gravity–such a pesky thing to watch out for.

How does one become a disciplined person? This is a journey I’ve been (lost and wandering) on for several years now. The saint often comments I’m one of the most disciplined persons he knows; however, I believe I can improve. And I want to. To stop growing is to become rootbound, and I wish to flourish.

A large swath of American society does not appear to appreciate quiet, introspective intelligent people–I’ll go further and add women to that descriptive, although I’m sure other genders experience this, too. Gentleness and meekness are seen as weaknesses, not strengths. Reflection and stillness are seen as adversaries to worshipping capitalism. “Return to work!” the conservatives cry to those not returning to the workforce. What they mean is “You’re worthless if you don’t become a slave for our kingdom.” This is one of their many lies.

I become very fatigued from listening to this, and similar verbiage from some conservative Americans–particularly those falsely calling themselves Christians. These chaos worshippers wave their banners of hypocrisy and eagerly run to support Trump and his growing bandwagon at the pulpit of the damned. These stirrings, and those who are zealous to join, are frightening. This is not of Christ; can you guess who it is from? I often comment to my husband that the last several years of recent history is like the separating of the sheep from the goats–people’s hearts are being revealed, and the sight is ugly and it is revolting.

I often wonder what Jesus would do, if he would return right at this moment. I think he would be incredibly furious, particularly at those who have the most power and resources and who used them for evil–especially evil done in his Father’s name. The Vatican, I believe, is extremely guilty of this and continues to blindly march into Hell–a theme I sometimes circle in my writing. If the old prophets returned today, what would they say? What would their faces look like? Only a perfect God can judge perfectly–but I feel many Christians have lost any fear (or love) of God.

I once saw a video of a woman, holding her baby, crawling on her knees across a courtyard outside of a church, crying out to God for mercy. I don’t know what her situation was, or what she was asking God for; I’m not sure it matters. Her humility and her rawness were apparent–it was not an act, as I’m not even sure she was aware of being filmed or photographed. The moment was her and Yahweh–herself and her God–coming together in honesty, truth and love.

“I have done wrong,” her face seemed to say. “Forgive me. Forgive me, and do not abandon me.”

As I work on becoming more disciplined, I think about such things, like software gently humming in the background of my mind. What tune do I choose to march to? Do I surrender myself daily to God, and ask Him for discernment and guidance–or do I allow myself to march to the easier tune of Hell, as I watch so many others march to the pied piper of propaganda and deliberate lies? Of control and ultimately death?

It’s a daily check; a discipline developed over time; a humility and wisdom I want and repeatedly ask for.

“Do not swerve to the right or to the left; keep your foot from evil.”

Amen, I say. Amen–let it be so.