Wednesday, April 26, 2017


One-sided relationships. They are on my mind since my birthday this past weekend. I do things for other people, and then on my birthday, hello? They forget. All the stuff I've done for you... and you forget my special day.

Petty is saying tit for tat. Being adult is taking the high road, and then easing out of the relationship. I'm much older now, and time is slipping away. No time for one-sided relationships where we give you this, throw a birthday party for you, get you a crown, gifts, organize it so friends come...and you can't even wish me a happy birthday. I get it.

Even work...they always decorated my cube. They do it for everyone for their birthday. Me? Nada. Not one balloon. It's silly, but it hurts. I am human. I like people acknowledging my special day, saying they are glad I was born, that I'm unique and special. Nope. Ignored. Thank God for DH, who is the one who really matters. He makes me feel special and unique and appreciated.

Priorities. No more wasting time on people who take and take and never give. This week, it's getting the dog to eat her kidney food, crossing my fingers the gardener will show up tomorrow so I can finally plant the milkweed, having the rug guy over to clean the rugs. Hoping my brother will come down the week of his birthday instead of next week, because next weekend the cleaning lady will be available. The house is a wreck. We were gone almost 5 days and the house is a wreck. I have sheets, files and stuff on the spare bed.

Keeping up with my author career, ha ha. Book sales are horrible. I haven't done anything to promote myself. Too busy trying to get the dog to eat, work at the day job that provides steady income so we can pay bills. Two years ago my writing income was amazing. Now it's gone south, like many other authors. I see posts by authors who brag about making 6 figures and they don't understand why others don't make that kind of money and I want to key their cars, ha ha.

It's a really tough market out there. Anyone, even someone who has "made it" who says otherwise is lying, because we all know how tough it is.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Sorting it out

Well, just as I figured I would start on the new indie book, I got a call about a new HQ contract. The catch is, the proposal is due March 1. Hustle, hustle. I'm very happy about it, though, as it's a popular continuity series and this is my first one. It has been fun working on this book. I am almost finished with the first three chapters, and fortunately, I have lots of time to complete the full after the proposal is finished.

So I'm going to be busy, but not too busy. And I can still have time for my indie books, which is great. Still contracted with HQ and still room enough to publish my indie books. Best of both worlds.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Ramblings Feb. 10

The dog ate all her food. With the stage 3 kidney disease, this is always a cause for celebration. Hooray!

When I eat everything on my plate, it's a cause for Weight Watchers.

I created this blog to deal with the thoughts swarming in my head that are like mosquitoes and won't let up. I should be happy, content, relaxed. I mean, I turned in my last book, so no deadlines yet. I have a new publishing contract on the horizon, but the deal is being worked out. So nothing yet.

And all I can do is make lists, more lists, and cross off the stuff. I suppose it makes me feel like I accomplished something.

Maybe it's the fact that I feel divided into quarters. There's the political me that wants to get involved in everything and feel empowered. The creative me that wants to embark on new projects that I'm not sure will make money. The business me that knows I have to keep up writing projects that WILL make money and the PT work. And the home me, who wants to keep the house tidy, do laundry, pay bills, take care of dogs and DH.

So even when I have nothing to do, I have too much to do.

Get organized. Maybe that will help. But it's such a lovely day out! I want to walk on the beach.

Ok, that's the plan. Apply for the Bookbub ad, cross that off my list. Then walk on the beach for 45 minutes and contemplate the next indie story, think about the characters, the plot, where I want to go with this.

Come home, jot down ideas, better yet, take my notepad and jot them down at the beach. Longhand.

Then in the afternoon, organize receipts for taxes, pay bills, errands. Call the pest control guy.

We'll see how much I can get done breaking everything down.