Today is my birthday and I’m 3 years old!!!

Wonder what kinds of treats I’ll get today?

Wonder if I’ll get to see my cousins today?

What does a birthday even mean?

Wonder how much longer I need to be a good boy here at Mom’s work?

I wonder….. Just what kind of trouble I can get into today without really getting in trouble?

What Mom? Oh no. Wall-E won’t get in any trouble today. I’m not like Bongo who get’s in all kinds of mischief.

Wall-E is a good boy! Wall-E is an angel!

I’m going to Hogwarts!

I don’t watch the news. I don’t read a newspaper. The only way I have half a mind of what is going on in the world is the little bit I hear in the morning from the hubby’s radio and if it shows up on my homepage on the computer, and to be honest, 95% of what shows up there, is total CRAP. (Really Yahoo. A CRUCIAL UPDATE is not what Paris Hilton wore to some non-existent gala. )

However, even in my “ignorance is bliss” state, I’ve heard about the children slaughtered in an act of hatred (terrorism, political gain, whatever, its hatred). This is so beyond wrong that there is no scale to measure it. Children are the vision of innocence and everything that the world CAN be.

I don’t understand holy wars that in so many cases come down to he said / she said 2,000+ years ago. I don’t understand how people who say they are fighting in the name of a god to have others worship said god can go and do the things that they are doing. Yes, they are radicals. No, I’m not going to sit here and nit-pick over religion and religious theology.

I am of the mind that you should respect others belief systems. I personally don’t care if you worship God, Allah, Gaia, Zeus, Budda, Disney, Warner Brothers, The Winchesters (Sam and Dean… ok and Cas too), The Doctor, or a damn pebble on the ground. If you aren’t hurting anyone, then who am I to judge?

This goes to things on a smaller scale also. The yearly debate of whether it is Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays or Happy Hanukah or Happy Kwanzaa, or whatever. I say Happy Holidays. Yes, it’s the political correct way to give someone happy greetings during this time of year, but if someone says any of the other greetings, I smile and say “And to you too.” Whatever you believe is the reason for this holiday season, who am I to judge? If you are happy, not hurting anyone else, then WHO THE HELL CARES!


On Facebook, there was this little thing that made me laugh. I’m not sure you’ll be able to read the screenshot, so I’ll repeat what they said:

If you had to chose between world peace or going to Hogwarts what house would you choose?

My response was:

I don’t think there is a way for people to have a free mind and have world peace at the same time. People (as a society / generalization) don’t tend to allow people to have a difference of opinion on something and just let them be. Therefore, I’m going to Hogwarts.

There were two responses:

1. A logical explanation of the idea of world peace.

2. Which means she is headed to Ravenclaw.

So anyone else heading for Platform  9 3/4? I got my ticket.

Wall-E Tails: Adventures Thwarted!

There is water falling from the sky and I can’t go on adventures with Mom and Dad.

Mom says that there has been more water falling from the sky in the last week then there has been in the last 3 years, TOTAL! That’s a LOT of water.

So since I can’t go outside for an adventure, I’ll just find a sleeping buddy and take a napping adventure!


My Weighty Story: Interesting Turn of Events

My Weighty Story: Interesting Turn of Events

As you know, I’ve been struggling a bit. Life has been a bit busy, and I’ll be the very first to admit that I have NOT been eating like I should.

No, there have been no BAGS of candy corn again, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve been eating healthy either. November was filled with fast food, running from here to there, doing this, doing that, taking care of Mom after her surgery, etc.

When I was staying at Mom’s, days were not judged in terms of day and light. Days were on a 24 hour clock with an alarm set for every 3 to 4 hours for pain management around the clock. There were notes and notes of when people were coming and going ( Nurses, two different physical therapist, and friends check in on her, which was wonderful and heart warming to see just how loved she is). Let me say, I will do it again ( and will come the Spring / Summer when she has the other knee done) in a heart beat because she is my Mommy, and this is just what daughters do, but … OY! there were things I didn’t expect.

1. Just how tired I would be.

Seriously, I knew my sleep would be ragged, and everything, but we weren’t going anywhere, there was no reason why I couldn’t just go back to bed until the next alarm went off. Which I did. However, my body was just exhausted.

2. Tied in with number 1. Just how stressful it is.

I really hadn’t given it much thought. Mom needs the help, I could work it out with work to take the time off, and so I did. But, looking back, it was stressful. She’s my Mommy, and even though I knew she was fine, surgery went wonderfully, and she was a GREAT patient ( She really was. Even though she hurt, she knew this was going to get better and really did keep a good positive demeanor about her. ), I still stressed out over it, and that stress snuck up and bit me in the butt!

3. Probably the hardest one because I REALLY didn’t see it coming… was how HOMESICK I GOT!

You read that right. I never expected to get that homesick. I only live 25 minutes away from my Mom’s house. 25 minutes. That’s it. Hop, Skip and a Jump. Literally, over the river and through the woods to Grandma-ma’s house we go. HOWEVER, the homesickness came crashing down on me like a dam breaking. I can’t explain it. After, what Mom 4 days? Yup… 4 days,  I missed my family so much! Luckily, my brother lives just a town over ( which is like 10, maybe 15 minutes from Mom’s house), and so I sent him a text bawling my eyes out basically BEGGING him to come over and hang out with Mom for a few hours the next night when he got off work so I could go home and see the family for a couple hours. Luckily, he wasn’t working the night shift and gladly came over to give me a break.

The following night I went home and got a fix. Well, I also brought Prince Wall-E Magnifico Puppino back with me, and the next day went back and brought the Daughter Unit back for a night. Then it was Thanksgiving and we all headed back up to my house for our yearly enchilada’s. Having the time to hang out with the family helped so much. Mom was so patient and understanding. I can’t thank her enough for her understanding of my homesickness. Of all things I had tried to anticipate, that was not something that I thought would be a problem at all.

Why do I mention all of this, because it might also explain why I just ate whatever was in the house, and what I wanted. Yes, there was candy involved, but there was also some fast food, pizza, and overall junk food. I didn’t eat well. I didn’t eat 3 meals a day, I snacked my way through two weeks.

Eating wasn’t really any better once I went back home and back to work either. There was candy left over and fast food to eat.

Then come December 1st, as I stood looking in the mirror getting ready for work that morning, I saw someone who had given up and not made her health a priority. I wish I could say that it was just November, but all you have to do is look back at the last few months ( or this year ) of posts to see that even though I’ve “tried”, there are no signs of me really putting it high on the priority list. I knew this had to change.

Then my doctor’s office called reminding me I had an appointment that week ( I forget what day it was ). Which was good, because I was feeling better depression wise, and I was finally catching up on sleep and feeling “normal” again. (Whatever NORMAL feels like) I went in and  … what an interesting turn of events.

I stepped on the scale and it seemed lower than what I had remembered, but figured I remembered WRONG and when we got into the room I asked what it was last time I was there, just a month ago. When she told me, I did the math .. and my jaw hit the floor.

HOW … How did I LOSE 8 pounds?!

You read that right too. I LOST 8 POUNDS in November. Not that I’d like to lose 8 pounds from stress every month, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

So I’ve taken that as a jumping off point. I’m on the road again, and “The Devil” ( for those who don’t know, that is what I call my elliptical at home ) and I have gotten reacquainted again. I’m trying to eat better, and when I do have to do fast food, I try to make better choices than just the burger and maybe the French fries or onion rings. While I didn’t drink the soda and opted for either iced tea or lemonade, I had gone back to ordering French fries or onion rings. Which I really hadn’t done in a VERY long time.

Yes, it’s the holidays. Yes, there are temptations everywhere. Yes, there are meals that call for gluttony, but I am not going to let this stop me. I have to make my health one of my highest priorities again. I lost 70 pounds before, and even though I’ve gained some of that back, I can do it again.



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My WILL and DRIVE is stronger than my DOUBT.

My WILL and DRIVE is stronger than my DOUBT.

My WILL and DRIVE is stronger than my DOUBT.

That is motto I’m going to use in the coming months.

I want to share my stories with the world. I want people to read them, and yet, I have enough doubt to sink a ship. There have been plenty of times I just cry because even with as much as I want people to read my stories (The Five Angels particularly), I doubt I’m good enough. So I’ve decided that I my will and drive WILL be stronger than my doubt. The doubt will always be there, but it will be insignificant to the want and “need” that I have to see others reading my books.

/stomps foot, crosses arms and raises head in pride.

I have worked on tweaking my query letter and after having recently received some feedback on it, tweaked it even more. Well now, I am ready to start sending it out for The Five Angels again.

Ok, well not completely. See I’ve realized something about The Five Angels manuscript. The first chapter(s), which of course is the portion that gets sent with my query letter (when requested), is the WEAKEST part of the manuscript. Even as I read the first chapter, the first couple of pages especially, I cringe at the poor writing. I want to put a disclaimer at the end of the query that if they just get past the first couple of chapters they will LOVE my book, but then I laugh at myself because if the Agent can’t get past the first PAGE, how are they going to get past the first chapter(s). Even more importantly, if the Agent can’t get past that part, then how is a reader going to?

I have lost count how many times I have tried to re-write those parts. I’m not giving up, I’m just “ranting” I guess. I just need to come at the “beginning of the story” from a different way. The Five Angels jumps into action right away, with very little introduction, and it has been suggested that I ease into it a little bit, but I’ve struggled with all the re-writes where I have done that. It just doesn’t seem right. I feel the story needs to jump pretty quickly because there is some “downtime” once Megan and CJ get to Nalrin (It’s hard to explain this without making it sound like a slow book, because it’s not). Plus the book is 88,000 words already, and while technically I know that I could push to 100,000 since it is a fantasy, I also know that as a debut author, I’m going to put some people off with that large of a word count and I don’t want to get too wordy either.

I’ll figure out a way to bring an Agent and the reader in, while keeping with the story. It’s there, I just have to push through and find it. After all …




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November Writing Round – Up

November Writing Round – Up

So November has come and gone and there wasn’t progress on either one of the manuscripts.

WAIT!     Before you pass too much judgment, let me explain.

I seriously contemplated doing NaNoWriMo, but I knew that with Mom’s surgery, I was just going to be too pre-occupied to do it RIGHT!

What about before her surgery you say?

Well, I did get some writing done. The month did not go “without words being scrawled upon a page in bursts of creativity.” In the first two weeks before the surgery I was able to get a few chapters done on Chloe’s Ghost and even came to terms with the new path that the story had decided to go. There is no longer that fork in the road, but instead there lays a hallway in a hospital that is in desperate need of the darkness being banished.

Plus, the time I was at my Mom’s house I was also able to mentally move Megan along in her story line. (The Five Angels Trilogy) I know what is going to happen to Megan to break this funk she is in. I have always known where the story is going and I have the rough outline of what is going to happen to her and her family in this “epic” ending to the story, but she was moping around the Castle and just being a poop. She wouldn’t move. She was just acting like a baby sulking around. Well I’ll fix that! Insert Cinder Fairy Night Riders!!!

Long story short, I am glad I didn’t do NaNoWriMo last month. It actually gave me the freedom to explore things mentally before coming to a decision. Plus, I’m still really, REALLY tired from being at Mom’s. I know it’s just the let down of all the “stress” (though it didn’t feel like stress at the time). Mom is doing great and I look forward to getting back to a regular writing schedule. Though to be fair I do have Christmas now barreling down on me, and I’m quickly running out of time to make these Christmas presents.

I was able to read a few books last month though. Yes, I’m always reading something, but considering the length of one of them, I was happy I was able to get so much reading in.

The first was The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J. Maas.

Ok well I re-read it ok. I have lost count how many times I’ve re-read this series. I love The Throne of Glass series and these are the short stories of Celena’s time before she was sent to Endovier and was still with Arobynn Hamel. If you want to know about her relationship with Sam, these are the ones to read. Trust me, after you’ve read this you will want to go back and read the books again just to see how much more you pick up on.

The second book was Outlander by Diana Gabaldon.

I really enjoyed it, though I’m not sure I will read the complete series. When reading the synopsis of the following books, it does not appear the story stays with Clare and Jamie, and that is really the story I’m interested in. I may break down and read Dragonfly in Amber (which I already have downloaded).

The third, I’m still reading is Mortal Heart by Robin LaFevers. It’s the 3rd book in the “His Fair Assassin” series.

I LOVED the first two books, Grave Mercy and Dark Triumph, which concentrated on Isme and Sybella’s stories (respectively). I have re-read them a few times. This one is much different, and doesn’t have a strong romance component to it, but is more story driven. I’m not saying this is a bad thing, it’s just different.  Mortal Heart is Annith’s story, and I am enjoying seeing a different side to her. Where the other two books are romance / love driven with respects to a man, Annith’s love seems to be more “family” bound, which is a refreshing, yet … different take. I’m only about half way through, but I can’t wait to see what happens toward the end.

How was your writing month? What are you reading now?