I’m not crazy. I’m just a writer.

March 20, 2018

So glad many of my friends are also writers. Not many people would understand when you say you didn’t get to sleep until almost 2am last night because you had to keep getting up to write down what the voices in your head were saying to you.

But thanks to imagination induced insomnia, my book not only has a prologue, but also a title. My goal is to have it pitch ready for the writing conference in May.

C is for Cake

March 16, 2018

They say being brave isn’t the absence of fear, but rather doing that thing which you are afraid of despite that fear. So then, what is the word for going to the gym when what you really want to be doing is diving face first into a plate of cookies? Willpower? Determination? Insanity?



Guinness chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting that I made awhile back. I may have eaten the whole thing, minus one piece. Or that might have been someone who walks like me, talks like me, and eats like me. The world may never know! 🙂


Have you met Scarlett?

March 12, 2018

The first book of my super talented friend, Scarlett Kol, arrived today from Amazon! I’ve already read it, but just had to have a hard copy! Her second book, Wicked Descent, is on my kindle waiting to be read, but I know it will suck me in and not let me go until I’ve finished, like Mercury Rises did, so I’m waiting for a day when I’m off work and have no where else to be!

Darth Leslie

October 26, 2017

Frank Foxx is not a murderer

December 15, 2016


I am quite obsessed with these forest creatures. I planned to buy just the fox, and one other, but couldn’t decide so I brought them all home with me. On the right are Dave and Billy and their adopted son Robin. Next is Santa. Rudolph retired so now Santa has Sven the Swedish Christmas goat working for him. And on the left are Frank Foxx and Darla Doe. Unbeknownst to Darla, Frank ate her grandfather. Frank isn’t a murderer (Grandaddy Buck died of natural causes) but also not one to pass up a deer smörgåsbord on the forest floor. It’s a dark secret he keeps, especially when things get hot and heavy between the two of them and he can still taste Grandaddy.