The Care and Feeding of An Actual Mess of a Person

When this year started, I had huge, wonderful plans for this blog.

Post three times a week, minimum.

Participate in every free-write flash fiction compilation I could find.

Discuss current submissions out for publication at least once a month.

Maybe even bring some life things into play.


Something about best laid plans should go here, I think.


It’s July 1 now.

Half the year is over.

Lots has happened.

Much of life has been eaten away by being lost in the dark clouds of depression and anxiety.

It’s still less than optimal, really.

But the theoretical clouds do seem to be lessening a bit.

I’m not sure if it’s a temporary lift or something more permanent.

May as well take the opportunity while it’s here.

I’ll work on it.


A New Year

Turning the page on a new calendar is always somewhat monumental for me.

A new year. Like a blank page, stretching out in front of me, waiting for my mark to be made.

All I have to do is pick up my pen…


…and write.


I have adventures coming up.

The passport-requiring sort.

But first… I will write.

For Liberty

I thought about doing a pithy something or other for today’s post, but I just couldn’t.

My friend’s daughter Liberty is very sick.

She only just turned five at the end of August.

Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma is even scarier than it sounds. It’s a pediatric cancer – a rare one at that – in which a tumor grows around the base of the brain stem.

Without radiation treatment, Liberty has six months.  The prognosis with radiation extends her time out to an additional two years.

She only just turned five.

Liberty’s first radiation treatment is Tuesday. In support, we are all wearing red.  Or something with Hello Kitty.  Or both, if possible.

Consider supporting her, too. She needs all the support she can get.

Love for Liberty Facebook Group

Family Indiegogo Support Page

Making Good on Goals


I said back in July that I was possibly getting myself on some sort of blogging schedule.

This post is proof positive of that goal. I’ve been working with Katie over at Modern Mommy to set up her own blogging schedule before her new baby decides to make an appearance; my own little piece of the internet began to look pretty shabby in the process.

So. Theoretically, of course. I have a new set schedule for writing, blogging, and all the other such things you may or may not find on WordPress.

MONDAYS will be anything that’s happened over the weekend. This will most likely be short fiction, and most likely from Chuck Wendig’s prompts, but if something big comes up life or otherwise it’ll show up here.

WEDNESDAYS will be actual blogging content.  Shockingly, I have Opinions on things and I tend to like to share them (as anyone who follows my twitter feed has likely seen). It could be a heavy diatribe on the state of the world as I see it. Or it could just be cute pictures of Charlotte and my cat.  It’s a loose goal.

FRIDAYS will forever be for Friday Fictioneers.  Because it’s Friday Fictioneers.

There may or may not be posts during the rest of the week, but I doubt it.


A Fresh Start

So much has changed, just from the beginning of the year.

I haven’t forgotten about this tiny corner of the internet. I’ve been working on projects. Working on family. Life. Writing, always.

We’ve left the bustle of a major metropolis in the valley for a tiny (to me) town, half a mile away from the California coast.   I’ve wanted to live here my whole life. It still feels like a dream.

I felt burned out. At the end of my line. For so long.

Now, I feel my wings coming back. Unfurling.

Like a phoenix. I shall rise.


Morro Rock

New neighborhood