day one

Today is a new day. I’m greeting it with a smile, an open heart and a new direction.

I’m guilty of lying to myself, but no more. It’s time to dig back in and give myself a giant wake up slap. I have the family and friend thing covered in spades, but it’s high time I make writing and exercise a priority in my life again. I actually miss both and I’m sick of making excuses for not doing them.

So you,my internet friends, have been put on notice. I’m back in the saddle. My latest WIP is titled THE REMEDIES and it’s a darker science fiction story. (don’t worry, it will have plenty of humor in it as well. How can I not be funny?) Today is Day1.

If I don’t report back, I’m asking you to hold me accountable. I must write something everyday–even if it’s a paragraph. And I have to tell you about it.

As far as fitness goes, I really want to run the half-marathon again next March. I’m not so much worried about weight loss (though I probably should be) but I am worried about being healthy and happy. So today is Day 1 again… I must do something physical every day and report back. If I don’t–you bitches better shame me.

I’m not even joking.

Now on a less serious note, check out my little friend. He was hurt and fluttering around unsuccessfully on our screened-in-porch last night. I moved him outside to save him from certain death by Bobcat Greyskull…

WINE WEDNESDAY and other assorted important things

I don’t care what I have to do to make tonight happen, but yes…it is going to be Wine Wednesday whether you like it or not. And if you don’t like it, what are you doing reading my blog?

I started reading my friend Stacey Jay’s book, JULIET IMMORTAL. Wow. She hooked me on page 1. And not many books do that, y’all. Buy this book. Read it. Love it. And tell her about it.

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Go forth and do my bidding.

Guess what else I’m reading? Maria Geraci‘s newest manuscript A GIRL LIKE YOU. Yes, I’m that special. While you wait for this amazing read to hit the shelves you should go and pick up her other titles:




Make it so. Yesterday was her birthday, after all.

In writing news, I’ve added a few more paragraphs to my new book, I’ve pledged to write something everyday this month….Also, that really awesome boyfriend of mine helped me with science stuff again last night. I ♥ smart people. And n3rds.

happy friday and all that jazz

This is me, drinking wine and being all a-sparkle after doing some major brainstorming (like 3 hours) with El Jefe last night on…are you ready for this…A NEW BOOK!

Y’all, I’ve been seriously worried that I would never write again. And now, I’m totally excited about this story. I’M SO EXCITED I’M VIBRATING. LIKE I’M GOING THROUGH CRACK WITHDRAWALS! I didn’t think I COULD still write. It’s been the weirdest and most depressing thing ever. I’ve been trying to force myself, trying to find passion for a story, trying to find a story…and then BOOM. One fell into my dreams.

It’s not like anything I’ve ever written before which is a little intimidating, but I love this so much I want to marry it. I might even want to have little book babies. That’s right, I want to be barefoot and pregnant with my new story. (the good news is, I can still have wine while being pregnant with a story!) YAY for booze and imagination!

I don’t want to get ahead of myself on this, but I am coasting high! and I’m riding that wave as long as it lasts.

It feels good to be back.

did you feel the earth move?

I did. Because I actually wrote actual words to an actual book last night. And I started working on a synopsis. Yes, not only did the earth move, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Hell might have also frozen over. Sorry Satan. I’ll send you a parka.

Now, this wasn’t some major breakthrough of a million billion words or anything, but I did manage 555 brand new words to an actual story that I’ve been sitting on for almost 3 years. Crazy huh?

My Fictionistas were a big help last night. Thanks ladies for the beatings encouragement. And a special thanks to Rhonda Stapleton for getting this song stuck in my head.

And in other and much more FUN news…

My awesome, talented, lovely friend Stacey Jay has a new book out that must be purchased forthwith.


These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume.”

—Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

The most tragic love story in history . . .

Juliet Capulet didn’t take her own life. She was murdered by the person she trusted most, her new husband, Romeo Montague, a sacrifice made to ensure his own immortality. But what Romeo didn’t anticipate was that Juliet would be granted eternity, as well, and would become an agent for the Ambassadors of Light. For 700 years, she’s fought Romeo for the souls of true lovers, struggling to preserve romantic love and the lives of the innocent. Until the day she meets someone she’s forbidden to love, and Romeo, oh Romeo, will do everything in his power to destroy that love.

Here’s a picture of us together at a joint book signing we did in Oxford in 2009. I MISS YOU STACEY JAY!

it’s been a while…

Not only is that one of my favorite STAIND songs of all time…it is also an accurate statement when it comes to me and writing.

It has definitely BEEN A WHILE.

A long while.

I wrote something back in the early spring, just as an exercise to see if I could still actually write. It was 5 pages of therapy disguised as fiction. I felt amazingly better after writing (therapy does that, yo) but I didn’t latch on to that feeling and continue to write.

And kinda like exercise, once you stop, it’s really hard to start back.

I’ve talked about it getting back to the keyboard over the past year, but it just hasn’t quite happened. Tonight…that’s changing. I’ve got a writing date with my gal pal Rhonda Stapleton. We’re gonna write at the same time and periodically check in with our progress. Because I have to do this or I’m afraid I’ll lose something I love forever. And I really don’t want that to happen.

Also, I have some stories that I’d like to tell…

Tomorrow, I plan to check in and let you guys know what my word count was. Let’s hope the count will be at least 1…

Melf: On Writing

Hahahahahaha Yeah, I’m sooooo Stephen King. I better be careful, he might kill me off with the touch of a gypsy’s hand in his next book! Oh wait, no he’ll just make me THINNER. I can live with that. Carry on Mr. King. (best diet ever!)

So you guys know I’ve been going through some unfun life stuff for the past 2 years or so. Writing became just as unfun to me. The advice I kept getting was force yourself to write, just make yourself do it and you’ll start liking it again. Well, that didn’t work for me at all.

Yesterday I announced I was going to start writing again last night. And I almost didn’t because I was having software issues and it was starting to irritate the crackers out of me. But then, El Jefe was all, “Why don’t you go old school with Notepad or just use something opensource like Open Office?” and I was all “because then I wouldn’t be procrastinating and that’s all I know how to do after a year of not being able to write, but fine. Thanks. Whatever.“[insert eye roll] And then I opened Google Docs and started writing.

I have NO IDEA what this story is yet, but it poured out of me. Two pages of crap, right there…in just a couple of minutes. It’s in 1st person but I don’t even know who the character is. Hell, there may not even be a story…it could just be therapy. Whatever. It’s writing. And it felt good to do it again.*

I hope this is a sure sign that things are looking up and that maybe I’m cured. 🙂

*thanks for the nudge, El Jefe. I needed it.

just what i needed

Last night, for the first time in a VERY long time, I slept. ALL NIGHT. It was amazing. I woke this morning feeling like a different person.

Ironically, Dr. Oz said on his show yesterday that if you’re waking more than ONCE A WEEK and if it takes longer than 30 minutes to fall asleep a night, then more than likely stress is a factor and it’s a real problem.

Well, thanks for the advice, Doc. But I’m pretty sure I knew that waking every hour on the hour for at least 2 years was stress related. Especially when I used to sleep like the dead. (not the undead. I’m not a real fan of coffins…)

Life is changing and change is good…but it can be so stressful sometimes. I have always embraced change–I’ve never been one to let life happen to me. But these past couple of years I’ve done a lot of waiting and that really isn’t something I do well. I’m pretty impatient. I like action. And my life has been on hold and that has affected every corner of being. I haven’t slept well, my health has taken a few hits, my motivation has been waning, and even reading and writing hasn’t been fun.

That’s changing now. I’m happy again. I’m sleeping again. And as of today, I’m writing again.

Now if I could just win that lottery…

hello weekend. my how I’ve missed you.

Weekend plans = cleaning, rearranging some furniture, watching a movie or two, and hanging out with Birdrunner by her pool…there will possibly be some Beer-Rita consumption going on…possibly.

I’ve been missing Birdrunner. She’s accused me of moving to Saline county and abandoning her. This is completely untrue. It’s just that I’ve switched where I get my pedicures and I haven’t been able to go with her in a while. BUT I’m thinking maybe I can convince her to come along with me next time and meet Lola the Toe Girl. She’s pretty amazing.

The boys are going to the lake on Saturday with their daddy and some other friends. It sounds like a good time will be had by all. I am seriously looking forward to some down time. I’ve been going nonstop for 3 or more weeks, and it’s time for a break.

Plus, I’ve been plotting my new books and now it’s time to start tweaking the synopsis and writing! I’m actually eager to start writing…but it’s a super sekrit story. I will say it involves a mean step mother, lizards, faeiries and a parallel universe… oh and there’s royalty and a sorceror and some speedy guardian turtles. Or maybe I’m making all that up. OH wait! That’s what I do! Make stuff up!

Stay tuned!

Okay, here’s this week’s random iPhone picture. I figure it’s appropriate since I’ll be at the pool tommorrow!

the word on the street

Fan letters for LOVE SUCKS! are rolling in… (okay, I’ve received 2. But who’s counting, right?) So far, so good! Which makes this camper, a happy camper.

In other news, I found my camera cord, so there will be Big Butt, So What BABY GOT BACK pics soon… Maybe.

Supernatural Summer is featuring one of my photos in their caption contest. Pop over and play!

Last week, (a teen writing site sponsored by HarperCollins) featured my writing tips in their blog. Wanna get Melducated? Stop by!

I met fellow Fictionista Gwen Hayes in person this week. I have a big Heart On for her now…even bigger than before. She is what Awesome wishes it could be!

Last night I hung at the waterfall pool with my new friend Tyler. Tyler is almost 12 and a Scorpio, which means we’re perfect friends. I’d kinda like to hang at the waterfall pool today, but there are workshops to go to…maybe I can sneak away for a little while…

Guest Blog: Friend and fab author Kait Nolan

Definition: insanity: performing the same action over and over again, expecting different results. –Albert Einstein

Fact: Excellence at a complex task requires a critical, minimum level of practice – researchers have settled on that minimum level as being 10,000 hours (just google “10,000 hours excellence” and you’ll get oodles of hits)

Conclusion: All writers are therefore insane.

I can’t remember how it came up, but my husband and I were discussing this the other day, and he said, “So practicing makes us all insane?” It was said in context of his attempts to master a particular guitar part for some song he was learning, but the idea stuck with me because, really, this is the same definition of perseverance. You don’t get better at something without doing it repetitively. A lot of the 10,000 hours research has dealt with music—but I don’t think anybody would argue that writing definitely qualifies as a complex task.

It seems to vary day by day for me whether I consider myself to be persevering or totally insane. Some days or weeks (or longer) go by when nothing seems to work right, where I can’t find the inspiration to write, such that the words wither up and die somewhere between my brain and the page. Entire years have gone by without my finishing a book, where it feels like I’ve accomplished nothing of value (even though I have because I’ve usually learned something new about craft). These are the times when I feel like this dream of mine to write for a living is total insanity. Certainly it’s not what one could call a practical career. There’s a lot of hard work and uncertainty involved. To those who choose not to take risks, to follow their hearts, maybe it is insanity.

But then there are the days, weeks, and years when things jump forward. When I finish things. When they turn out to be good. When sitting down day after day, butt in chair, hands on keyboard, finally seems to pay off. When something that made no sense whatsoever before finally clicks, and the rest of a story spills from my fingers with the ease of pouring a glass of wine that leaves me heady and a little drunk with excitement and joy. These are the days and moments I focus on and remember. These are why I persevere in the face of crazy odds. Because above all, I love what I do. I love telling stories and sharing them with people. I love that leapfrog jump of my soul from insane to perseverance.

It’s that leapfrogging cycle that keeps writers and other creative types coming back to their craft, continuing to practice, to try and improve. Because there’s just something so powerful about seeing the payoff that makes all the other moments of insanity totally worth it.

So how about you? Do you consider yourself insane?

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For those who are interested, my debut paranormal romance novella, Forsaken By Shadow, is available at Scribd, Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and the iBookstore. It is the first in the Mirus series.

Banished from their world with his memory wiped, Cade Shepherd doesn’t remember his life as Gage Dempsey, nor the woman he nearly died for. But when Embry Hollister’s father is kidnapped by military scientists, the only one she can turn to is the love from her past. Will Gage remember the Shadow Walker skills he learned from her father? If they survive, will Embry be able to walk away again?

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