So Dang Tired

September 4th, 2013

Where has my motivation gone? It seems I’ve been struck with the worst case of writer burn-out. But an idea popped in my head the other day and I felt the smallest of nudges.

I wrote a query to quickly jot down the story and get some sense of how to structure it. Here it is:

A future full of promise and rebirth was everything Alina wanted. Waking up on a surgeon’s cutting table wasn’t.

Life was tough. At sixteen, being forced from one foster home to the next translated to bleak prospects and an uncontrollable fear of ending up in a ditch. But with no ties to family, an empty wallet, and the ghost of a past, living on the Government’s dime only caused headaches. In a moment of weakness, Alina said sayonara and swallowed a handful of sleeping pills.

Transported one hundred years into the future, where disease was predominant and healthy organs were invaluable, her body rested safely awaiting orders from large buyers of the Black Market. Illegal and forbidden by law, hundreds of thousands of bodies travelled the same distance for scientific advancement and testing.

But there’s one thing no one expected: she was still alive. And no one was going to touch her.

TIME OUT is a XX,XXX Young Adult Science Fiction.




June 14th, 2013

Hello fellow bloggers/book readers/writers/everyone else,

No, I’m not dead. I’ve just been crazy busy. I recently got a promotion, so that was insane. My mojo has not returned – I have not written or read anything for months. Not since December of last year. Thought it would be nice to write a blog post to let ya’ll know how things have been.

This weekend is Father’s Day. I’m planning to take my Dad out to dinner and enjoy the nice day. Hope he enjoys the day as well.

I really hope when things slow down, my brain will want me to jot words to paper (or type on a computer).

:fingers crossed:



Easter is Almost Here.

March 28th, 2013

For those that celebrate Easter, it’s almost here! I’m going to a relative’s house where I’ll get the chance to watch the little ones look for the hidden eggs in the backyard. I can’t tell you how much I miss doing that! The day my mom told me the Easter Bunny wasn’t real was the day I became sooooo sad. And at the same time, she managed to tell me the tooth fairy and Santa Clause weren’t real too. Talk about a reality check.

Any who, here’s a hilarious picture to laugh at!



Good Books?

March 19th, 2013

I’ve been trying to get back into reading again, but I keep finding books that just aren’t capturing my attention long enough. For example: I’d bought Warm Bodies awhile ago since I watched the movie (loved it) and read an exert on Amazon (loved it). I got halfway through and lost interest. Now it’s gathering dust in my drawer. Same thing happened for a book that was written by a world-renowned author. And for that one, I barely read a few chapters.

So this weekend, I happened to find Beautiful Creatures on sale and thought, what the Hell. Here’s to hoping that book doesn’t let me down.

Can you recommend some good books?



Sick and Tired

March 12th, 2013

So last week, I took it upon myself to take a few days off from work so my husband and I could work on our backyard. Ever since we bought our house (1 1/2 years ago), all we had in the back was dirt and weeds. Sure it worked for barbecuing, but it’s not a very functional area.

This is what my semi-vacation looked like:

Wednesday: It’s our first day off and we haul ass. We shovel, we dig, we pace ourselves and surprisingly actually make really great progress. We turn a useless piece of the land into an area where we can start the process of putting pavers down.

Thursday: I wake up and uh-oh…my back hurts like a son of a gun. It seems I did not shovel the proper way. I try my best to get around, make breakfast, and prepare myself for more work. But then disaster strikes—not more than a 1/2 hour after breakfast, I begin to feel nauseous. WTF?

Still, I push myself outside and try my best, but after ten minutes, I’m forced back inside to rest on the couch. Time passes and I notice how hot I’m feeling. Do I have a temperature? Let’s find out. (messes around with medical equipment) YUP, I HAVE A LOW-GRADE FEVER. *sigh* Looks like either I caught a bug or ate something bad. Doesn’t matter though because now I’m out for the count.

I apologize profusely to my husband (the poor man has to do this on his own now) and sleep.

Friday: Still feel like crap. Do the bare minimum, sit my ass on the couch, and watch TV till the cows come home. Good thing Heather kept me company the whole time because Señior hubby wanted to be nowhere near me (he did not want to get sick).

Saturday: Somewhat better, but still feeling terrible. Try to eat some solids and find my stomach does not agree with that.

Sunday: Oh, what’s that? Is that the sun? I actually venture out of the house to go buy some food. Get home, try to eat, feel sick, and rest some more.

Monday: Holy crap, I feel so much better. But wait, what’s today? DAMMIT!  (Got well just in time for work)

And that’s what happened to me in a nut-shell. Had to endure a lot of hell and didn’t even get to enjoy my time off. Oh well, here’s to hoping next time I don’t get sick.