Two years ago, my life changed. My brother passed away and it shocked me. To my core. Long story short, I practically stopped writing fiction. Mourning does that to people, I've learned. It keeps us from doing what we love to do. We can't help ourselves. I stopped writing, running, salsa da…

My kids are growing up, and with that comes all of life's frustrations. My daughter is in her first year in college, and like a lot of kids, she is facing a major that was much harder than she imagined. For a student who has always been at the top of her class, this was incredibly frustrating…

Yesterday, I wrote (more like rewrote) a full scene in The Dragon Medallion. I'm still far from finishing, but the point is that scene prompted new ideas. It created new tangents which, at least from my outline, was not planned. It gave my draft a kick in the butt, the jump-start it needed so…

It's been a year since my brother passed away. Just saying that gives me a heavy heart. Losing my brother has greatly affected many aspects of my life, including my writing. The last day I worked on the third book in my Family Relics series was the day before my brother passed away. The last …

I've come a long way with many miles left to go, I've traveled the land, both high and low. There is still so much I have yet to know, But what I've learned could only be learned as I go. I've tumbled and rolled in a tide's ebb and flow; I've climbed up steep mount…

To me, social media is like a party, a place to discuss inconsequential matters of the world, a billboard for all the wonderful celebrations of life, a worry-free zone to express whatever your heart desires. Photos of friends and family, political memes from all sides, humorous insights into hum…

Iraq, 2008 Whenever I think about my brother, I think of a goofy guy with the most infectious laughter. In our younger years, if I wanted to bug him I would just tickle him until he cackled, all the while laughing along with him. Anyone within earshot would giggle too. It was that kind of lau…

"Why are you still ignoring me?" Rebecca sits on my red barrel chair with her arms crossed, glaring up at me from under furrowed eyebrows. The colorful rainbow graphic on the front of her white shirt contrasts her angry demeanor. "Susan, I'm talking to you!" As I st…

Happy First Wednesday of October! This is your monthly post for the Insecure Writer's Support Group (IWSG) bloghop, created by Alex J. Cavanaugh . I'm co-hosting alongside  Dolorah @ Book Lover ,  Christopher D. Votey , and  Chemist Ken . For those of you who don't know about the IWSG…

A long time ago, back in 2013, I went to a Pitchapalooza contest in New York City and pitched my recently-finished novel, A Selfish Moment . I was hesitant, but my writer friend convinced me to go. It's easier to do these kinds of things with support at your side. It's a raffle from the p…

As Labor Day approaches, I lament the end of Summer and yet look forward to the coming Fall. But before the new season rolls in, there are a few things I'd like to celebrate about this past summer, both writing related and personal. One -- For the August 2018 Write...Edit...Publish (WEP) cha…

“There she is.” I point out the side of my classic 1964 Mustang at Kingsford's daughter, Annabelle, waiting at a bus stop. “She's beautiful,” he says in a low voice.  Long, wavy blond locks drape over her raincoat as she paces along the glistening cement floor. She twirls …