You have made it all the way here, so you may as well sit down, take a minute to look around, and enjoy. What you will find, depends on the day and my mood. You just never can tell.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Indian Summer

What is Indian Summer?  I heard about it all the time growing up and in my head I thought it had something to do with when the Native American’s had their summer.  The minds of children…what can I really say?  Ask me sometime what I thought the saying "making ends meet" really meant.  Hint:  I thought the word was MEAT not MEET.  Ha!

What the actual meaning of Indian Summer is: A period of unusually dry and warm weather in the autumn.  But it also can mean a period of happiness and success occurring late in life.  For me, I’ll take the warm weather.  In Ohio, I swear that every year, the first day of fall hits and it goes from 90 degrees to 50 degrees overnight and from dry and hot to cold and damp.  I am not a fan of this time of year, as most of my regulars will know. 

How am I staving off the effects of the coming winter?  Well, this lovely Indian Summer is doing wonders without much effort from me. I also got a few bright purple mums to bring life to a dying garden.  I hope they last a good long while.  They make me smile every time I walk passed them.  I am adding more festive scents to my warmers so that the house smells of apples and cinnamon and pumpkins and spice.  That at least gets me thinking along the lines of coming events that make me happy.  That helps a lot.  Other than that, not much I can do about the changing seasons. 

I know so many people, including the tiny dancer (the traitor) that love this time of year.  It’s the hoodies and the bonfires and the falling leaves and the cooler more enjoyable weather for some, and the lack of bugs.  I get it.  I really do.  But for me?  I’ll take the bugs, if I can get the heat.  At least the horror movies are still on. 

Happy Autumn Everyone

Monday, October 3, 2016

Welcome to October

It’s October.  I guess if I have to survive the coming winter, there should be at least something I enjoy about this time of year.  Well, I am happy to announce that there is.  It’s called SCARY MOVIE SEASON! 

I happen to love the horror movies/series/books genre.  I don’t only deal in the genre in October but, this is the time of year that I can find a horror movie on tv any day of the week at any time of the day.  It’s exciting.  Some movies are really bad, but that is part of the greatness of the season.  I can watch all kinds of movies that never made it to the theaters and enjoy them all the same.  I can honestly say that of the horror flicks out there; I have probably watched 90% of them.  The top movies, the B movies, the made for TV movies, all of them.  Some are so silly they are funny.  Some are so scary I have to watch something easy afterward before I can go to bed (those are my favorite).  Some are gross and bloody and some are boring as all get out.  All in all, I can usually find something redeeming in any movie in this genre. 

Here are a few of my favorites, in no particular order:

1.  The Exorcist.  The original.  To this day, this movie still creeps me out.  I have it on VHS and on DVD.  I have seen it so many times, but it still is one of the best.  

2.  Salem’s Lot.  Both the book and the movie are entertaining as all get out.  Not so much goose bump inducing scary, but very good story and characters. 

3.  Nightmare on Elm Street.  This is a gory bloody mix movie.  It’s great. Plus this is the first movie of that Johnny Depp was in.  The series continued on for many movies but this is by far the best one for me.

4.  Halloween and Friday the 13th.  These weren’t so much scary to me, but I liked the ideas behind them.  There are many sequels to each of them, which will keep you entertained for a long time. Granted these movies are part of the T&A time period and if you don’t know what I mean by that, then you are not an 80’s horror movie girl.  No pre-teen/teenage girl want to spend a night watching a horror flick with her boyfriend or parents when it’s all boobs and butts.  Can you say awkward? 

5.  Phantom of the Opera.  This isn’t really scary at all to me, but I love this movie.  It’s one of the few that I feel sorry for the bad guy.  It breaks my heart every time. 

There are so many more that I could make this list go on and on.  These are just a few movies off the top of my head that bring good memories along with them. Things like: how I felt while watching, who I was with, was it in the theater or at home, all kinds of reasons.  What movies in this genre are your favorites?  Do you have any?  Maybe you aren’t a horror movie fanatic like me.  That’s okay.  What is your favorite genre then? 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Kindness in this Day and Age.

The world is not kind to nice people.  Why is that?

Don’t expect me to have an earth shattering answer to that question, as I don’t.  All I know for certain is that no matter how kind or understanding or giving we sometimes are, the world likes to stomp the kindhearted down. 

I wonder if the exceptionally nice people just feel the judgment of others more fully?  Do we care too much and that is why slights whether directed at us or directed at others, of even the simplest type get under our skin?  Do people know that is what happens to us and they get delight out of the little pokes and slices here and there just to see us crumple and break down?  Gossip and rumors may only be words, but their edges are as sharp as a knife. 

I wonder these things now and then as I go about my workday and see the scenes played out again and again.  The difference between me and others with this affliction is that I feel the hurt very deeply, yet I smile through it and laugh as usual, as though the person with the sword is a fool and has no power over me, when in truth, sometimes they are tearing me apart on the inside.  Some are not as lucky as me to have that exterior shield. 

I don’t know where this is going.  I’m just off some days at what I see and what I hear and the heartlessness of others.  I wish I could be mean and less kind. I wish I could care less what others do, think, and say.  I wish I could step back and lose some of my emotions.  Instead, I will smile and laugh, and I will move forward one step at a time with no one the wiser of the struggles I may or may not be facing.  I will read more and paint more and I will write me.  Some days that is enough.

The real and in my face reality is that maybe I need a different day job.  There are too many emotions involved in family law.  After 20+ years of being enmeshed in it, maybe I simply can’t push it aside anymore. Remember that the next time you have “just one simple questions” for me about your divorce or child custody case or adoption that isn’t going well.  Please.  Please. Just don’t.


Monday, September 12, 2016

What's New in the World of Me?

What’s new?  

1.         In my writing world my fans may be happy to hear that Before the Dawn, the third book in the A Howl in the Night series is now officially in the hands of my publisher.  Once I have an idea of publication dates I will be sure to let you know.

2.            Homecoming is this week for the High School and that means, for the Tiny Dancer as well.  This is her first go around with this event.  I can’t decide what emotion it is that I am feeling.  We went dress shopping just the two of us and we had a great time.  I realized we do have some of the same tastes in clothes, which was a bit of a shocker.  I have also passed along my shoe obsession, which is good and bad.  There are worse things to spend your money on.  But then I realize that the last of my children is in high school and well it’s not sadness I feel it’s just more of a creeping loss of something I can’t put my finger on.  Maybe as I see her getting ready and heading out the door come Saturday, I will figure it out.  The shoes by the way are gorgeous.  It helps that she has the dancer legs to pull them off. 

3.         I will be closing down the garden this week.  For my first go around with container gardening, it went well in some areas and not so well in others.  I don’t think peas were a good idea.  They simply didn’t have the space necessary to grow well.  Beans were kinda the same thing.  The tomatoes and the peppers did the best.  The cucumbers started off really well and then just fizzled out for whatever reason.  I still got a good crop of them while they were going strong though so I’m not complaining, I will just figure out how to make them do better next year.  I wonder if I could pull off corn in a container type setting?  Anyone know?

4.         My grandson, also known as my Sunshine, spends Saturdays with me.  Has since he was born pretty much, as his mamma has had to work Tuesdays through Saturdays.  She has been able to finally get on a Monday through Friday schedule and that means, I wont get to see my Sunshine as much.  I know that being able to sleep in on a Saturday now will be like heaven, but I am not sure the trade off is worth it.  In my head it sounds great, in my heart, I don’t like it at all.  We will see how it all shakes out.   

That’s pretty much it for me.  With school back in session and a firm dance schedule in place, things are currently running like clockwork.  Zumba has begun again for me and I am working on ideas for promotions.  All in all things are going well.  Let’s see how long that will last…

Have a great week everyone. 


Monday, August 29, 2016

Summer's End

The end of summer is near.  I can feel it in the air.  I know so many people that wait for the coming fall and winter with excitement and glee.  I see the leaves changing colors and falling to the ground as the start of the hell that you all call winter.  The flowers are turning brown and wilting away leaving stumps of death behind.  The grass has been browning for a few weeks now, thanks to the wonderfully scorching hot sun, but even that will begin to shrivel up and die away. I am not ready for it.  Not that I’m ever really ready for the coming cold and rain and sleet and ice and snow and wind and and and.  Yes, I’m being a bit dramatic.  I don’t think anyone realizes how much I loathe the winter here in Ohio. 

So I am trying to come up with things to do INSIDE that will take my mind off the weather this fall and winter.  I am making a list.  I will be getting back to my painting.  A bit more learning over the winter and a bit more time to focus on it, will be nice.  I will finish up my drafts of several novels sitting on my desk.  Did I really say several?  Yes, I did.  It’s awful.  I have three novels sitting ready to move at this very moment.  I just haven’t.  That’s a start for me.  What else is there but to watch tv and clean?  I’m thinking on it. 

Labor Day is next week, which in my mind is the beginning of the end of the glorious warmth and sunshine for at least six months.  Oh the horror of it all!  How do you all while away the winter months?  I need some ideas.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Guest Post - Rebecca Besser

Today I want to welcome, Author, Rebecca Besser, to my blog.  She has a new book out this week, titled, Nurse Blood that we would like to share with you.

Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They've come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She's best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She's entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses.

Nurse Blood Summary (Limitless Publishing):

Sonya Garret roams the bar scene hoping to steal the heart of an unsuspecting victim—literally…

Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out for profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.

Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…

Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.

One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…

A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?

Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.

Nurse Blood Excerpt:


The air inside the nightclub was hazy from smoke machines. Flashes of colored light cut through the swirls in beat with the pulsing music that shook the walls and the floor. The atmosphere was alive with movement―a mass of hot, swaying bodies bent on enjoying the moment. A monster waited in the depths of the darkness to bat her pretty eyes at someone and make them her prey.

The door of the establishment swung open to give way to three eager young men looking to have a good time and celebrate. The trio was instantly surrounded by dancing women. They made their way through the press of bodies to reach the bar.

Daniel forced himself not to scan the crowd for his ex-fiancée, April. But she was the least of his worries, as the real danger was a face he wouldn’t recognize.

Roy got their drinks while Hank and Daniel stood at a balcony that overlooked an even larger dance floor below. The smoke was thicker down there, and there were more lights. The dancers looked like they were paying sensual homage to their deity. The air was tainted with the aroma of perfume and alcohol; it burned the men’s nostrils and fueled their excitement for the revelry to come.

Daniel took a moment to text his twin brother, David, to let him know where they would be celebrating their shared birthday. He received a text back from David saying he was still an hour away.

Roy joined them with three shots and three cold bottles of beer, passing one of each to his friends. They downed the shots in one swallow before turning their attention to their beers.

Dave will be here in an hour or so,” Daniel announced after downing his shot.

Awesome—we’re gonna have a great time!” Hank yelled over the music.

As Roy took a drink of his beer, a petite, slim blonde grabbed his waist from behind. He jumped in surprise and turned, recognizing the young woman.

She tucked a finger into the front of his jeans, smiled at him, and tugged him away from his friends toward a table with another girl.

Roy looked back over his shoulder at his friends and shrugged.

That’s Lynn,” Hank yelled to Daniel. “They’ve been seeing each other for a while. And that’s her cousin Trisha—you don’t want to go there.”

Daniel nodded and looked around. The warming effect of the shot was spreading through his body, relaxing him. He felt less paranoid about running into April.

While he was looking over the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was a tall, slim brunette, and she was beautiful. She was standing alone at the end of the bar. He watched her for a few moments, and when she looked around, their eyes met.

He smiled and looked away.

Hank noticed Daniel’s mild interest. He knew what his friend had been through recently and why he was gun-shy with women.

Go for it!” he yelled, nudging Daniel. “Have some fun!”

Daniel looked at his friend, took another swallow of beer, glanced at the woman—noticing she was still alone—and shrugged.

Hank laughed and gave Daniel a shove toward the bar, causing him to slam into two people who happened to be walking past. When he turned to them to apologize, he came face to face with the very woman he was hoping not to run into: April. The man she was with was leaning on her with all his weight while she struggled to hold him up.

Daniel’s heart clenched in his chest and his lungs seized up for a moment. He felt his hand tighten around the neck of his beer bottle. He wanted to slam it over the other man’s head, but he managed to restrain himself. He didn’t want her to know how much the sight of her with another man hurt him, so he put on a brave front.

Excuse the fuck out of me,” he said with a sadistic smile, raised the bottle in the air like he was toasting them, and then took a big swig of the brew. He was pleased with the shocked expression that spread across April’s face at his harsh greeting.

They didn’t say anything to Daniel, but focused back on each other and moved around him and deeper into the establishment.

Daniel glanced over to Hank, who was grinning from ear to ear.

He smiled at his friend, nodded, and forced himself to put one foot in front of the other until he made it over to the woman at the bar. While he walked he pretended not to notice that April had glanced back at him several times as she guided her drunken man to a table where he could sit down. He was determined to show April she wasn’t the only woman in the world. He was going to prove to himself and her that he was over the breakup.

Hi, I’m Daniel!” he yelled when he reached the woman, leaning toward her a little so she could hear him as a new song started to play.

Grace!” she yelled back.

They smiled at each other.

The couple chatted for a while about nothing important, since it was too loud to carry on a serious conversation, and ordered drink after drink as they stood at the bar. Daniel’s emotional tension eased little by little with every drink. He became more and more relaxed, and friendlier and friendlier with Grace. Before he knew what was happening, they were pressed up against each other while they conversed so they could hear each other better.

Let’s get out of here,” Grace said. She kissed him and reached down between them to rub his crotch.
Normally Daniel would be shocked and uneasy by such a gesture so soon after meeting a woman, but he’d had enough drinks not to care about how respectable she was or wasn’t being.

He nodded in agreement and looked around for his friends, frowning.

I have to tell my friends I’m leaving,” he said, taking a step away from Grace.

Oh, don’t worry about it,” Grace said, rubbing his crotch again. “They’ll figure it out. Besides, you can call them later and they can pick you up from my place.”

That sounded reasonable so he followed her out to the parking lot. The night was clear and felt cool after the heat from the population of patrons inside the nightclub.

They stumbled together through the parking lot and paused to make out, pressed against the side of her car for a couple minutes before they finally separated their bodies to get in.

Daniel had the passenger’s side door open and was about to climb inside when his cell phone beeped, notifying him of a text. He stopped, stood up straight beside the car, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket by mistake. He reached into his other back pocket and extracted his cell phone. He frowned and squinted to focus on the tiny, bright screen that said David was only a block away.

What are you doing?” Grace asked.

I can’t go with you,” he said with a sigh. “Sorry. I—”

He felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He reached up to figure out what had hurt him and spun around at the same time, dropping his cell phone and wallet to the asphalt parking lot.

Grace was standing behind him holding an empty syringe.

I’m sorry,” she said, “but you have to come with me.”

He tried to shove her away, but his limbs wouldn’t do what he wanted them to. His legs gave out from beneath him as the world blurred into a black blob of nothing.

Grace shoved Daniel’s tall frame into the passenger seat when he started to fall, smacking his head on the door frame. She quickly picked his feet up from the ground and spun him so she could get him all the way into the car.

She heard laughing as a couple made their way through the parking lot a few rows over, so she didn’t take the time to pick up what Daniel had dropped.

Grace shut the passenger door and ran around to the driver’s side of her car. She scanned the parking lot as she pulled out, not seeing anyone close-by. She’d been careful, watching for people as they’d headed outside, but the distant couple had snuck up on them. Luckily they hadn’t come close enough to see what she was up to. She tensed slightly when she had to pass another vehicle as she pulled from the lot out onto the street, but the man was looking in the opposite direction and didn’t even glance their way.

Once she was out of the parking lot and a couple blocks away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Roger.

Hey,” she said into the phone. “I have fresh meat…”

Where to find this book:
(Nurse Blood goes up on the Limitless website for pre-order Aug 13th and officially releases Aug 23rd.)
Limitless Publishing “Coming Soon” Link: http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/product-category/pre-orders/

To learn more about Rebecca visit her Website, or find her on FacebookTwitterGoodReads, and/or follow her Blog!

©Rebecca Besser & Limitless Publishing, 2016. All rights reserved.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Writing Time – Life Struggles

I always have huge plans.  I want to get up early and go for a run.  I want to spend two hours a day writing or editing or working on something writing oriented.  I want to make a nice dinner and have it all cleaned up by Seven so that I can go for a walk. 

These things never happen the way I set out.  It all starts off harmless enough.  I can’t get my butt out of bed early to save my life.  I’m tired.  My grand plans of going for a run are more funny than anything as I don’t actually like to run.  I should and I need to get off my butt a bit more, but I’m tired.

Then the idea of finding two whole hours to dedicate to writing – well that is just laughable.  I work a full time job to pay the bills.  So that cuts out 45 hours a week right off the top.  I am a mother so between mom chores and running back and forth to activities, you can cut out another 20 hours of the week right there, maybe more…depending on the time of year it could be a lot more.  Then there is the fact that I am a wife and homemaker so cut out another 15 hours right there doing household chores such as laundry and cleaning and cooking.  Some days I’m lucky to check my writers email let along focus on any real writing or editing or whatnot.  So sad.  I hear all the time how if it’s important you make time.  I’m seriously trying.  The things that take up my life aren’t cutable.  They aren’t “wants” they are “needs” of the family.  You can’t really cut out a need.  You simply can’t. 

Then there is the idea that I want to cook a good fantastic meal.  Yeah, that doesn’t happen either as I end up with like 45 minutes to cook in and you can’t do a wonderful exciting meal in that amount of time.  No you can’t.  So you get stir fry or fried chicken or grilled something or other. If you are really lucky, I crock potted something and that is actually a pretty fancy meal now and then, but I have to be awake enough in the morning to get that going before my life starts hacking away at the day.    

I love life.  Well, most days if we are being honest.  Some days suck, but that’s life.  If I could change anything what would be it be?  Nothing.  I love and I am loved by my family.  I have a full and fulfilling life that sometimes takes me away from other things I want to do, but what would I give up?  Not one thing. 

I am editing.  Slowly and surely, but only about half an hour to 45 minutes a day, but I am editing.  It’s all good. 

Tomorrow I am getting up early and maybe not going for a run, but I could go on a bike ride instead?  Don’t laugh too hard at me.  I am sure when the alarm goes off early I will hit snooze and berate myself all day long for not getting up, because again, I’m tired. 

Have a great week.  Next week I will have Author, Rebecca Besser on my blog.  Make sure to come over and visit, comment, or share.