Disappearing Red Ink.

As you know, I’ve been working on inputting all the rewrites, corrections, modifications, etc. to The Five Angels.

They are, well mostly, inputted. The Red Ink is Disappearing!

I know I have said this many times, but it still amazes me how different Megan, my main character, has changed. She is such a different person at the beginning, heck even the middle, of The Five Angels than she is in the second book. This one major life event has changed her in ways that I didn’t even see coming.

It got me thinking. Is there something that has happened in my life that has changed me drastically?

The short answer. Yes.

I think the one thing that changed my life the most was meeting the husband unit. In some ways that is way more sappy sounding then it really is, but it is true all the same.

See you have to understand something about me. I have not always been this cool, awesome, perfect human being. (Yea, don’t worry, I couldn’t even type that without laughing, so I’ll wait for you to stop laughing. )

Ok so is everyone back and able to keep a straight face again?

So, like I WAS saying…I haven’t always been the person I am now. I was a horrible child to my parents through out middle school, and even tamed down some in high school. (Ok Ariel, Kecia, Amanda, Jennifer and Konrad … I can hear you laughing from here!) I can honestly say that if it were not for my Mom and Dad doing what great parents do, who knows where I would be right now.

How bad was it? My Mom was on a first name… yes first name basis with the Principal of the school kind of bad. He would call and my Mom would just say “Oh God Rob, what did she do now?” I spent every lunch of my 6th grade year in detention, and just when I had paid them all off, I flipped off the teacher as I walked out of English. Yup, that started another round of detentions.


Then throughout high school and after, while I wasn’t doing the things to the extreme I did when I was in middle school, I was a kid and my friends and I had lots of fun. I loved to party, stay out all night, you know, be a teenager/ older teen (because let’s face it, even in my early 20’s I wasn’t an adult) and try to find my way in life.

Then in 1999 there was this guy who transferred from another state and became my manager. He was older, handsome, totally my type. ( I’ve always had a thing for older guys. All but one of my serious relationships, even in high school, involved a guy who was at least 2 years older than me. ) Well being the “rebel” I was, we started dating, and before long I was quitting that job because we were going to have a life together.

The running “joke” in my family is that I killed the old Kimberly when we got together and you will never find the body. Never. Ever. She is long dead and people seem to like the Kimberly that is in their lives now. Yes, I’m quirky, weird, strange, and yea… did I mention weird? People tend to like this version of me. To be honest, since I started taking care of myself I do to. You will never find the old Kimberly for she is dead. D. E. D. Dead. There was something about that man I met in 1999 that changed me for all the better.

He was everything I needed and still is to this day. So in essence, he made all that red ink disappear for me.

( Yea, ok. So the story ended up being just as sappy as it sounded. )

Happy Valentines Day to everyone.


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