~What I’ve been up to….~

Good morning, all! 

I know this is usually when I would post another part to the horror story that I created, but I think today is a good day for a “What I’ve been up to” blog. Also, I need a little more time to figure out the turn I want the story to make, so no worries, the next part will be posted in a few days time. 

It may seem I have fallen off the face of the blog world lately because I haven’t posted anything like I usually do, but truth be told, I’ve been so busy trying to find time for everything that has been happening. After the publication of “Saving Her: Minnie’s Lust”, things started to get crazy. Good crazy though! With my writing career starting to take off, there’s so much that needs to be done along with finding the time to start my next projects, which I have but I haven’t done much with them yet so I’m kind of upset about that. What do you do? Gotta role with the punches and do one thing at a time, right? 

Anyway, on top of that, Lyft has been picking up business a lot more lately as we roll into spring, so everything seems to be jumbled right now. I’m not aggravated, I love that everything seems to be working out! Sometimes, the crazy gets exhausting and I usually write a little after work each night, but lately, I’ve been passing out on the couch. 

Doesn’t help that a few days ago I got sick with the flu virus that has been going around. Yeah, I could’ve used those days home from work to write, but a symptom of the flu virus is a major migraine and dizziness. All I wanted to do was sleep. Every time I tried to get up to write, my head would split open and everything would spin causing the nausea feeling and then my fever would kick in. There was no way I was going to be able to write those days. I’m finding the time to write, it’s just not enough time I want. I want ALL the time! But, until my career takes off all the way, I’m going to have to cherish the time I make which I do. 

I’m happy that winter is starting to come to a close, though. I feel the other day was such a tease because it was 60 degrees and sunny; a perfect spring day. Then, yesterday was back down to 40 degrees and foggy and crappy. Today is the first day of March so hopefully we start seeing that beautiful weather again! 

Also, now that spring is starting to roll in, that also means it’s almost time for my spring blogs! I’ll probably post a spring blog once a week about my gardening or whatever I’m doing outside. The short stories will still be happening; I’m hoping to start getting back into my routine of posting a blog every few days again. Also, the lake is melting! Although, I won’t be going fishing until mid-April at the earliest because usually right after the lake melts, it needs time to warm up for the fishes to swim closer to the surface. On top of that, they will be feasting on all the dead fishes and bacteria from the melting. So, usually my fishing season doesn’t start until mid-April early May. I would like to post blogs about my fishing adventures as well when it all starts. 

As far as my books go, I started my next 2 projects. Haven’t had much time to get far with them, but I started them. Project 1 which is the main project is the sequel to Book 1 of my “Saving Her” series. It is Book 2: “Saving Her: Minnie’s Love”. “Minnie’s Lust”-book 1: takes place in Ryle’s past. He is remembering the events that happened to lead up to book 2. Book 2-“Minnie’s Love”: takes place in the present. It is going to be a little longer book than the first one because there’s so much more that happens and so much more detail that needs to be put into that book since it’s based in the present day. When that one is finished, I will be working on book 3 which is the last book to the series. Book 3 is going to be “Minnie’s Story”-As the title says. It’s everything that happened in Minnie’s eyes; her feelings, her past, her story. On the side though, I have another project that I will be working on if when I have writer’s block with my series and it is called “It’s Not Fair”. It’s going to be an emotional tragedy type of book. Still a romance, but more on the side of emotional tragedy. The main character is a high school student. She comes from a broken home and tries to rebel against everything. Then she finds out she has cancer to deal with. It is going to be a very good read!! So, yeah, I’ve got my hands full right now. I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way. I like that all of this keeps me busy every day. It keeps my mind focused and I enjoy that. 

I know this blog is a little shorter, but this is just an update on my crazy life and what I’ve been doing. My next blog will come tomorrow morning and that will be Part 6 to the mystery/horror story. I usually just sit down with this story and write whatever comes to mind. Like, I always have some sort of idea of how I want it to go, but the details leading up to it just flow out. My way of clearing my head. 

Anyway, I’m going to leave this blog here for now. Be sure to look for the next part that will be posted in the AM if you have been following along with the story. If your new to the story, there’s links to the other parts. Hope you all enjoy the day wherever you are. I hope it’s all nice weather for you! Happy Thursday!!



~Part 5: What Really Happened…~

Hi all!! I’m so sorry this post is a little late! My schedule all week has been nothing but chaos. Between work and writing…I had to rewrite my paperback manuscript for my last book because it got deleted when I tried to upload it for publishing. So, I’ve been working around the clock to get that done. I finally finished it yesterday. It is up now for purchase on my amazon page for any of you that are interested. Also, we got a new peak hour schedule through Lyft. So, it’s been a task getting used to that as a full time driver. 

Now, I’m starting my next two projects: Book 2 to Saving Her and a new book that is not in my series called It’s Not Fair. I can also get back to my blog routine as well. So, with that being said, here is part 5 to the mysterious thriller…what really happened? Will Cassandra survive? Or will she perish in the darkness alone? 

The next few hours dragged by as I contemplated my life and how it all came to be this way. How? How and why?

Randall never did answer all of my questions. All he told me was I deserved this…I deserved to be chained away in his custody like this. Was this his way of saying that if he couldn’t have me that nobody could?

If he was going to eventually kill me, I at least deserved to know everything. After all, I would be taking it all away with me to my grave at this point.

The pain in my wrists and my side was starting to subside which only meant that I was near death. I could feel all my blood on the floor around me as I moved my legs closer to my body. Did I want the light on anymore to see the damages? No…I’d rather die in the darkness that way my soul wouldn’t be tainted by the sight of what this place really looks like. Somehow, the not knowing is way more soothing than the knowing.

I could feel strands of hair falling into my face as I tried desperately to blow them away. With each attempt and fail, I could feel the tears welling up more in my eyes. It wasn’t long now until I exploded into a hysterical fit of sobs.

I heard a door opening and closing fiercely in the near distance. Then, footsteps that practically ran up to me. The sounds had me scared and shivering from head to toe.

“You are going into another room,” Randall’s voice responds from in front of me.

“W…why?” I choked out in almost a whisper.

“Never mind that–“

“Randall! What are you doing with me? Why? Where am I? Why did you take me?” All the questions rambled out in a rush as I fought his touch against my body and wrists. “Randall! Answer me! I deserve answers! If you are going to kill me, then I deserve to know! Obviously, I’m taking your secret to my grave, so just tell me!”

The tears were spilling over as I cried loudly. Terrified and angry at Randall for doing this to me with no explanations other than I deserved it. What exactly did I deserve in his eyes?

“You need to be quiet!” He spat in my face.

“Then tell me! Tell me how I got here,” I countered. “If you answer me honestly, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Randall took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

“I will explain everything to you once I move you into a different room. You have to cooperate with me, though. I don’t want to have to kill you, Cassandra.”

That answer had me feeling relieved. So, he wasn’t planning on killing me. He just planned on keeping me hostage for some odd reason. I nodded.


With that answer, he untied my wrists and grabbed onto them with one hand so I wouldn’t try fighting against him. Then, in one swift movement, he picked me up from underneath and cradled me in his arms as we moved from the dark corner to another dark room down the hall somewhere. I gathered the door was already opened as Randall swiftly walked through the open doorway with my feet barely touching the door frame as he stepped through. I could feel him setting me on top of a hard, cold mattress. A bedroom? The room was darker than the corner he had me in…what was happening?

“Randall…what are we doing in here?” I asked shakily.

“You wanted answers,” he replied as he shut the door and locked it. “Then, you are my slave after that.”

Instantly, I regretted agreeing to doing whatever he wanted. I only said it to try and get him to talk…I don’t know why I didn’t think he would take it literally.

“W…what are you going to do?” I asked quietly as the shivers appeared once again to remind me that I am still alive.

“First, give you the answers you have been seeking. Remember that party? At Leah’s?” Randall asked in a soft voice as I heard him pulling a chair up to the bed to sit in front of me. 

How could he see in the pitch blackness? Did he have those night vision goggles on? He had to…there was no way he could be maneuvering around in the darkness like this without falling or tripping over something. 

“Yeah?” I responded shakily.

“Do you remember talking to Conner outside on the back deck?”

I though a moment before responding.


I didn’t like where this was going. The shivers got worse with each hunch I had.

“I was at that party, you know…looking for you…”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I went specifically for you. Little did I know, I would find you flirting your way in with Conner Evans. So, I let you and Conner have your fun. Minute by minute, I grew angrier, but I couldn’t draw attention to myself…” Randall began.

“Randall…what did you do to Conner? Is he here with me?” I asked. I don’t know why I though Randall would’ve kidnapped Conner as well. Maybe it was a hopeful hunch that between the both of us we could escape this.

Randall laughed slightly. 

“No. You are here alone. Actually, Conner Evans….he won’t be missed by many.”

“Where is he?” I spat out. Anger replaced my fear in this moment. Conner had to be OK…he just had to be…

Randall laughed again this time a little louder. The sound made the shivers harder to control. 

“What is it that the fisherman always say? Oh, yes…Conner is now swimming with the fishes. Well, his body is, now,” Randall answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

My heart sank to the bottom pits of my chest cavity. What did he just say? Is he admitting to killing Conner?

What? You killed Conner?” I asked. 

“I had no choice, Cassandra. Conner was a fighter and threatened to warn you about me. I couldn’t let that happen–“

“Yeah, well, he had every right to warn me about you!” I shouted. 

“Cass, you need to cooperate like you promised. If you don’t, I won’t keep talking and I’ll have to inflict pain on you…pain I don’t want to inflict. You see, I didn’t mean to kill Conner Evans. A simple blow to the head enabled him from ever waking up again. He knew you were mine. He knew I had my sights set on you, but he still pursued you anyway. You, on the other hand, did no better by playing into his flirty hands like a whore in heat. I had to get you away from all that. I had to get you all to myself, so once Conner was knocked out and stuffed into the trunk of my car, I followed you. I followed your every movement, and studied everything about you. You had no idea the entire night that Conner was never coming back. I even had one girl tell you that he went home for the night because he wasn’t feeling well and you believed it. Naive you are. Once you were alone, I sneaked up behind you and spiced your drink. You didn’t notice because you were so drunk at that point. I stood there watching you as you passed out in my arms. I told everyone I had to take you home because you were too drunk and passed out. Poor Leah begged me to have you stay the night, but I told her you had asked me to be your designated driver. She believed me…they all did. I threw Conner’s body into the lake outside of town after that. You didn’t wake up til days later…you know the rest,” Randall explained quietly as if there were people standing on the outside of the door listening to us. 

Was this some kind of joke? Was he being serious with me? A part of me couldn’t help to think he was lying to me, or at least hiding part of the story from me…the part he didn’t want me to know. 

“I don’t believe you,” I said after a moment of processing what he just confessed to me.


“You heard me. I. Don’t. Believe. You,” I repeated making sure I enunciated every syllable angrily. 

Randall laughed. 

“I knew you wouldn’t cooperate or believe anything I told you. Why would you when I kidnapped you, right? That is why you’re in this room. You are going to eat, Cassandra,” Randall said sharply as he stood and pushed the chair away. “Whether you like it or not. No more fighting. If you don’t eat, then I guess you will perish in this room. The way I see it, I’m doing you a favor in not murdering you for disobeying me earlier and being unfaithful to me at the party.”

“I’m not yours, Randall! I never was!” I shouted angrily. A burst of confidence surging through my veins. 

“Yes, you are. The sooner you accept that, the better your fate will be in this room.”

“Is that why you took me? To prove a point that if you can’t have me then nobody can, right?” I asked suddenly before he exited the room leaving me alone again.


With that, Randall exited and locked the door behind him. I was alone once again in the darkness. He could’ve at least turned a light on for me if I was going to be stuck in this room forever. Maybe he didn’t want me capturing my surroundings in fear of eventually escaping and running to the police…

With the answers he gave me running through my head, I sat cross legged on the cold bed, put my head into my hands, and cried. I cried for Conner. I cried for his family. I cried for my family. Last, I cried for myself. 

~Part 3…Am I Stuck Here Forever?~

I sat here next to the stone cold wall for what felt like hours. Was I ever going to be able to go home to my family? I had to figure out a way to escape.

Feeling around me on the floor for anything I could use in my escape plan turned out useless. There was nothing but dirt and…water? Was that a puddle of water I felt or was that a puddle of my blood? I couldn’t tell anymore. The pain in my body seemed to seize for the time being. Or maybe my body was going numb from the loss of blood…I couldn’t tell anymore. At this point, I didn’t care either as long as I found a way out of here. The specifics could be figured out later.

As I sat there and tried to think of an escape plan, I also started to think of Randall…I couldn’t believe Randall Atwood was the master mind behind all this. I knew he was mentall unstable in school, but I NEVER pictured him being capable of a crime such as this. He was on the honor roll and insisted on being a part of every club possible. No…he had to be someone else. He wasn’t the Randall Atwood I knew…I refused to believe so. 

Just then, I heard a door opening down the hall. That had to be him coming to check on me. I laid my head back against the wall and pretended to be asleep as I tried to calm my breathing.

“You’re not sleeping,” his husky voice said once he approached me. 

He was so close to me I could feel his hot breath on my neck. What was he going to do to me? My heart instantly started racing again. 

I didn’t answer him hoping to fool him into thinking I actually WAS sleeping.

“I said, you are not sleeping,” he said again in that same husky tone only louder this time. 

Something about his voice sent chills down my spine and had me afraid for my life now. I opened my eyes to the darkness that still consumed me and said, “What do you want with me?”

Instead of answering my question, I felt him push a plate towards me. 

“Eat,” was all he said. 

“What is it?”

“Food. Now, eat.”

“You can’t expect me to eat something I can’t see…if you want me to eat it, then tell me what I’m eating!” I shouted in frusteration.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood up and I heard him walk back down the hall as I continued to yell after him. Whay wasn’t he answering my question? It was a simple question…

The way he remained mysterious had me on edge unable to trust him or anything he gave me even if it was actual food. I pushed the plate away with my knee and cried hysterically; all the pent up emotions of what has happened finally spilling over. 

I need to get out of here. Now. 

With no other solutions coming to mind, I started pulling and yanking at the chains that bound my wrists around whatever pole I was sitting next to. I thought it was a pole anyway with the way it felt. 

I pulled and yanked for I don’t know how long; until my wrists started hurting real bad. I was sure I was bleeding again. The chains felt as though they weren’t going to give way just by me pulling at them. They were too strong for that. I needed to find something to cut them with…or to cut my own hands off….

Cutting off my own hands was indeed a plan in mind, but a last resort I wasn’t going to shy away from. I was desperate and had to get out of here. Cutting off my own hands left me with a higher possibility of living rather than sitting here in my own blood waiting for Randall to kill me. I knew his plan was to eventually kill me when he had had enough of me or saw that I wasn’t the girl he thought he was in love with. 

Right now, though, I saw no way out. I was trapped here until the opportunity arose for me to fight back. If it ever came. I only hoped my parents weren’t missing me too much yet. I didn’t want them to freak out on me for not being home or calling for help. They wouldn’t even begin to understand the predicument I’m in. I only hoped they knew I loved them dearly if I never got the chance to go home…

What about my little brother? He needed someone there to protect him throughout his middle school and high school years. Knowing there was a possibility that I wasn’t going to be there for him killed my heart. I was always there for him when he needed someone to help him practice for his baseball leagues or his karate classes; even for his soccer games. Him and I became a team which was something that was rare with siblings of different ages. My brother and I were the special siblings; we became close the moment he was born. I remembered telling Mom that I had to be in the room with her when he was born. I was eight. Dad wouldn’t allow me, so I snuck into the room anyway. I held Mom’s hand and watched as my little brother was brought into this world. I had no idea at that time that this world was so evil; that it carried evil people in every corner. every crevice, every turn. If only I knew then, I would’ve prepared my little brother for what this world was all about. Now, he was going to grow up without me and never know about the certain demons that lurk among us. 

How unfair and twisted this world was…

I took a deep breath and tried to relax my body. Maybe I could try and get some real sleep. Maybe if I did, it would help me come up with some kind of escape plan. Right now, my mind was buzzing and feeling woozy. I needed to relax. 

The question still remained at my eyes closed. Why me? Why did this have to turn out the way it did?

~Part 2 Of The Story…Who Are They?~

“Who are you?” I asked through the tears that began to stram down my face. “What do you want with me?”

“I want nothing, but you,” the man grumbles. “Who I am is nothing of importance.”

“Then, tell me where I am…and why it’s so dark in here!” I almost demand. I am scared and this sick man needs to understand that. If he isn’t going to tell me who he is, then I will drill him for other information.

“Nowhere,” he says not giving a shit about my fear. “The darkness helps stimulates the other senses.”

“You are sick!” I yell out in what sounded like a plea. My tears stream more down my face. I just want to go home. I had a great life with my friends and family. I was going to be going to Illinois State for college in less than a month, and I used to be super excited about it. Now…I don’t even know if I’ll be alive by then.

“Why are you hurting me?” I cried when he doesn’t answer. My thoughts flick back to the earlier pain I had endured when I woke up. He was cutting pieces of my flesh off with what felt like a very dull blade of some sort. Then, he bandaged me up like he had done nothing wrong; acting as though he was my savior. I know different. He is a sick monster. My mind wanders to the thought of who else he brought to this place and tortured like this…but why is he doing this? What does he have to gain from this? Is it some sort of sick fantasy he plays out in his head? I need to know why!

“You are fine for now. You are not hurt anymore,” he says in his low grumble. This man is not making any sense.

“English, please! Tell me why! I need to know…what have I done to you to deserve this kind of torture? I don’t even know who you are…”

“Everyone has sins they need to pay for. I kill them off one by one…but you seem to be pleading for forgiveness. That is yet to be determined…that is why I’m taking my time with you. Who I am…is not of importance. I am simply a nobody in your world. What you have done you ask? Well, when someone is interested in you and shows their interest through gifts, you act like it is an embarrassment in your world. Then, you walk right through me like I’m not there. Shame on you for being so rude! This is why you are here…with me…forever,” the man explains. I have to listen carefully because the way he speaks is not in a clear way that I can understand. I have to put the pieces together and listen in between the lines. I am not stupid, however.

“Randall?? Are you serious? You are Randall Atwood?” I spit out as the realization hits me hard.

The man doesn’t say anything. Instead, he produces a low chuckle indicating my realization had been correct. The fear is now replaced with shock. Randall Atwood was the one that kidnapped me and is torturing me…he will probably kill me, too.

“Why? Why, Randall? I’m sorry that I acted that way with you…but is that any reason to kidnap someone and hurt them? Think about what you are doing!” I tried to rationalize with him. Anything was worth trying in this moment. I had to find a way to escape this.

“It is worth it when I get to spend the rest of my life doing whatever I please to the love of my life,” Randall replied.

“Randall…please…think about this…”

“I already have. The deed is done, Cassandra. You are mine forever. Here in this dark place. No one will find you. No, in fact, they already think you are dead,” Randall explains as he begins to walk away from me leaving me in this dark corner alone soaked in my own tears and blood.

No, he can’t do this to me! This cannot be true! I have to find a way out of this! Surely, my friends and family don’t believe I’m dead…

I slump my head against the cold, hard wall behind me and cry some more. Who am I now? I’m no longer Cassandra Williams, valedictorian at Wingra High School. I am just another body that has been added to the possible others here in this dark warehouse. Never to be found again.

Thank you for reading part 2 of the mystery that slowly begins to unfold. Stay connected for part 3 is coming in a few days! 

~How About A Short Story Excerpt? Part one~

As I was working today, I realized today is blog day…which led me to thinking what should I do for my blog? Then, as I got to thinking about it in between passengers, I thought yeah! A short story today would be a perfect blog/blog series to start!! I don’t have a title for this short story. I don’t have character names yet either. All I have is a short excerpt and in my next blog I’ll have more details to go off of. For now, here is what I have for “part one”:

I am awake. No, I can’t be awake because everything was a dream, right? What if it was all real and I’m left here alone in the dark to perish? I must call for help, but I can’t see anything. I don’t even know where I am. My voice is barely existent in my throat and I’m afraid no one will here my cries, anyway. I have to try…I have to find a way out of this hell I’ve been dragged into. Why me? That is the question I am now asking. What have I done in this world to deserve such a cruel fate? 

The sound of boards creaking in the distance have the hair on my arms standing on end. I am in an old building, and he is out there somewhere. Waiting. Waiting for me to escape. He finds thrill in chasing me like I’m some kind of prize he always wins. I need to get out. 

My hands are bound together behind me in some kind of thick rope. It gets tighter around my wrists every time I try to pry it off. I think I am bleeding, now. Oh, my! I can’t remember what happened! Why am I here? The last think I remember is I was out with friends and something large struck me from behind. Now, I am alone in this dark corridor bleeding profusely with no means of escaping. I am going to die here. No one will notice my disappearance and if they do, it will be a short story on the news; nothing spectacular. I am a nobody. The worst thing to be in a situation like this because no one will be out looking for me. I will die, and no one will notice the difference. 

I am scared that he will return and repeat the torture. The sick torture. What has he done to me? My breathing starts to become heavier as I think of all the sick possibilities. I am panicking now. Also, the worst thing to do in a situation like this, but I have nothing else going for me. 

Just then, I hear a door opening in the near distance. Oh, God! He is coming for me! My panicking will not help save me. He is going to kill me I know it! The footsteps grow louder and louder sounding as though he is walking on concrete. I am in a concrete building somewhere…a warehouse? The footsteps continue to grow louder with each agonizing second until I can feel him upon me. 

My body shudders as he lays a rough hand on my face. He can see me, but I can’t see him. He begins stroking my face as though reassuring me everything will be alright. Somehow, I don’t believe him. I don’t trust this monster of a man. Then, I feel his hand drop to my arms holding me in place. Oh, God! What is happening? I whimper from the touch, afraid of what is to come from this man. Then, I feel a cold cup being forced to my lips as though trying to pry them open. “Drink. Now,” he says in a deep voice. I do as he says. Instantly I am relieved to feel cold water being poured down my throat. I hadn’t noticed how thirsty I became through my panicking. Is he taking care of me? A capture taking care of his fugitive? What is this? Where am I? Who is he? 

All questions still go unanswered as I am afraid to speak even the slightest word to him. I am petrified. Thoughts of my friends and family run through my mind like vivid visions. Where are they all now? I can only hope they are all OK…I hope they will at least miss me when I’m dead. 

I hear another sound coming from this man that brings me back to my terrifying reality. A wrinkling wrapper….oh, no…His hands are on me again, this time viciously grabbing my arm and squeezing. I cry out in pain as he starts to wrap it with whatever was inside that wrapper. “Hold still,” he grumbles. My arm is throbbing in pain and there is nothing I can do about it except to listen to this strange man. I am forced to trust this strange man, and I hate it. 

“Where am I?” I blurt out. The pain gave me the courage to speak finally, but was I ready to hear the answer? “Nowhere important,” he grumbles back. With that, he quickly finishes the wrapping of my arm, then leaves me to bawl in my own self pity alone…in this dark corner. I want to go home. I want to go back to my old life before all of this happened. I just want to be me again…but I see now, that isn’t possible anymore. I am stuck here to slowly die and be this man’s slave or maybe his whore…at this point anything seems better as long as I am alive.



~Is Writing My Psychiatrist?~

I know what you all are thinking by the title…no, I’m not crazy nor have I gone mad. I needed a catchy title plus it is kind of the topic I want to talk about…just maybe not in those words. 

I’ve had many people in the last 6 months tell me that I need to see a psychiatrist. Especially after everything my ex did and continued to put me through mentally. I used to see a psychiatrist for a while after my best friend died in a car accident back in 2009. It helped, but I began to realize as I got older that I can be my own doctor by overpowering my inner demons. It was so hard and still is at times. I still fall prey to dark thoughts just like any other person battling with the same issue. I also know that not everyone has the capability to fight their inner demons like I have been. As long as they have some sort of outlet to channel those inner feelings towards that doesn’t harm anyone, I think they will learn to cope just fine. 

What I will say is that, no I don’t need to see a doctor again. Instead, I found my “outlet” to channel all those dark feelings towards, and that is writing. I don’t know what it is about writing, but whenever I sit down to write my books or write a blog, I can feel all those bad feelings leaving my body. I am able to control myself at that point and feel so much better. Happier. Writing is more than art. It is a sense of psychiatry in its own version I believe. I think it has something to do with the way the mind works when you write down all your feelings and read them back to yourself. Whatever it is, it’s a wonderful thing. This is another reason why I enjoy keeping up on my blogs every few days. By doing so, it helps keep my mind “sane” and by clearing my head like that I’m also able to focus more on my books, my job, my home life, people in passing, LIFE IN GENERAL. After all the mind is mysterious to mankind and we will never be able to understand it. 

Do I believe I may have some issues in my head? To some extent yes, but I’ve learned to cope with them in a non-harmful way by finding my outlet. Having my outlet to go to and create something worth while from it has me feeling normal…but what exactly is normal in our society? I like to think of myself as “unique”. In my own little way, of course. 

This thought crossed my mind today when I was working and I thought it would make for a perfect topic for my blog today. After all, I did eventually want to address this topic, so why not a better day than today? 

Because writing has become my outlet, I almost feel like a whole new person. The feelings, emotions, the mentality all kept at bay while I look at myself everyday in the mirror and think “wow, who is that anymore? I’m all grown up and have learned to find healthy ways of coping by also pursuing my dreams at the same time”. Who knew that my dream career path would turn out to be my healthy outlet? Life does work in funny ways. 

Some of this is hard to explain, and I’m sure in the future I will revisit this topic again once I’ve found more of the right words to explain it. I actually just figured all this out so it is still new to me having this good outlet, and good feeling about myself. Life is good. My life is good, and I’ve never been happier than I am right now. I’ve never felt as good as I do now sitting here writing this blog. It is safe to say that writing is my sanctuary. Always will be. I will never stop writing. Even if it is just for myself. 

Writing is my form of healing from within. Writing is my Psychiatrist. 


~What to say…~

I finally was able to get back into my work/writing routine again after 2 moths of crazy. It feels nice, but I’m so tired all the time because I’m not used to this routine anymore. I know, give it a few days for my body to adjust again. I will. I’m not complaining though. My life is good and I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way right now. 

What I will complain about is all this rain I’m getting! I’m so afraid it will freeze over night. I on’t know…this winter just has been a crazy wonky winter altogether. 

I probably won’t write a long blog tonight as I don’t have much to say, but I at least wanted to post a blog about something tonight. If that makes sense ha-ha. Part of my writing routine I am trying to do is work up my blog site as well by posting a blog every few days. Even if it is a short blog. Blogging helps clear out any…brain farts, I guess you could call them. WRITERS BLOCKS. Blogging is definitely a good way for me to clear all that. 

So, my older sister came home for the week for my moms birthday. I haven’t seen my older sister in a few years. 3 years?? I don’t know…a long time basically. I didn’t go down to see her. Been busy working and my sales are screaming at me to get another book published. I’m almost done editing my book! I have 2.5 chapters left! I’m getting more and more excited as I get even closer to the end. Then, it is off to a new story. Or in this case, the same story…a sequel. This is my first big book…my other 2 books are more like short stories, so I’m really interested to see how this book/series takes off. Working hard! 

Some days, however, seem to blur into one because I’m so busy. I always get side tracked and confused on which day it is and what time it is. This week especially. I’m just so out of it this week. I had to keep reminding myself that today is Sunday…for some reason I kept thinking it was Monday. I guess I posted my last blog 6 days ago when it only felt like 3 days ago…A day in the life, I tell you. *Shakes head and sighs*

Maybe my next blog will be a short story that I just write off the top of my head. I don’t know…I guess I’ll have to see when that day comes. I’ve been thinking of blogging a short story for a while but never got around to it, so maybe I will do just that in my next blog. 🙂 Hmmmm…so, look out for that if you liked reading my first book I wrote when I posted it in chapters on here. 

I can’t wait until spring and summer so I can take pictures of things I do outside and write about them on here like my garden I want to start this year; new bird decorations I want to hang to attract new bird species; so many new things to talk about! The gloomy, mucky, weather I have now is nothing spectacular..I mean who wants to see a picture of a frozen lake that people are sitting on ice fishing? Not missing much.

For now, I’m going to leave this blog here. I’m finishing up my editing in my book, and I don’t want to keep typing away about nothing LOL! Plus, I’ve got laundry to tend to as well. Yay…! *long dramatic pause* 

Anyway, talk later blog world 🙂 (I know…weird way to end a blog, but every blog can’t end the same way)