Everything Falls Into Place

I just had a piece of book three completely write itself out. Amazing too, cause it pulled together so much of the story. So much, that I am now working on different pieces at once as I can’t avoid it. This is almost insanity at it’s best.

Don’t forget 100 Monkey’s on The Baub Show tonight.

BFF’s Headlong Into a Dream.

I am double posting tonight, because I had a significant break from my normal life. I was in Dallas with someone who is one of my dearest besties, and also in many ways one of my long lost soul sisters. She’s incredible, and tolerant of me where I might say other wouldn’t be. The most intriguing part to this is while she is the main element, she is married to a very interesting man whom I believe is also the kind of husband to be deemed a trusting friend- on top of being my BFF’s hubby.

See, unlike even my own husband, at least in current status (we have a prearranged agreement about to blow up in his face,) he supports his wife and even her friends. And to that I simply have to say he’s the first male who has read as far into my rough manuscript as he has and kept reading, admitting he’s involved. I love this, because my story has a depth from my opinion that could be taken in by both sexes equally. Admittedly limited on the masculine side as it’s a love story, but he’s still reading.

So, I at that moment realized that some of your biggest ‘fans’ initially come from your first supporters. Friends, family, so on. Between the two of them, they are my fan base currently. After spending a weekend with them allowing me to occupy too much time with too many questions about my story I’ve come to think maybe I’m further into my process than I thought. Now is the time to expand.

Now I have a plan, I no longer feel like I’m drifting on waters that can’t decide whether to ebb or flow. There’s a current, and it’s headlong in the best possible direction. I will definitely be in print before the end of the year. One way or another, come hell or high water.

The weekend was awesome and rejuvenating. My over zapped energy replenished from a well of balance that they obviously provided, simultaneously. This should be fun, and lots of it.

For a wonderful pair- here’s a glimpse at something that I think will be directly resourced for my fans who will stick through the series, the fans guide.


The Series Guide

Bad Flight Gone Right.

I flew back from Dallas tonight. Not only was my flight delayed the minute I woke up this morning, but I landed in snow falling, and some mid-flight hell broke loose.  A calm flight suddenly and utterly briefly turbulent resulted in two very shocking things happening at once.

I had my notebook out, which will eventually be the guide to the series I’m writing. Every page is virtually full. With that in mind I had a few items that needed to be jotted down. I found one of the very few clean unused pages, began what I needed to- got two lines done, and boom plane drops, jumps, stutters, then slows. Coffee from my neighbor flies and soaks her and her friend.  I think oh (insert expletive deletive here)!

Now I’ve flown enough to realize I’ve been through way worse. It was very quick, and over by the *ding* of the seat belt sign going back on. No problem, but being so quick and obnoxious there’s that split second where you internal have to decide- should I be panicking? With a few screaming college kids you half wonder.

Still feeling a little stunned I looked down realizing I’d been directly handed a distraction, and I’d been subtly initiated. I had been inked! My pen out of nowhere started flowing, a few drops hit the page and my fingers were sticky with blackness. There was nothing wrong with my pen. It just helped me quickly forget I felt like I was falling out of the sky, and  was then suddenly very aware that I am definitely now a writer- a dirty, difficult, challenging, and emotional job. I have no doubt this story is going to be told.

I quickly snapped pictures, because, well, it felt a bit like a memory to be kept for some odd reason. It’s significant to me somehow I can’t fully wrap my mind around. It’s almost like a message being sent. I saved the napkin I used to clean the mess, and in a very egotistical and goofy manner thought how funny would it be if I succeed, to sign that napkin and send it to a fan of the book when it’s complete. Let’s face it, it’s very silly right? But no matter how hard I told myself it’s a piece of inked up napkin, I couldn’t trash it. It could be  a totem for a job well done, and a gracious thank you to the other half of the circle that is always involved in the entertainment world. 50/50 all the way between entertainer and fan.

So, I decided to add a few pics of this somehow eye-opening moment of accepting a writer- bad punctuation and grammar aside- is what I am.

Initiation remembered

Bad Flight gone right.


Bad Flight gone right.


Bad Flight gone right.

Shot of the napkin and ink-blackened fingers.

Initiated into writerhood

So, who didn’t want to be the Little Mermaid?

I used to love this movie and song.  So I was just messing around, because my other song I’m actually working on doesn’t have great tracks available.  So for those of us who refuse to fully grow up.

ETA: This is generally not a ‘big’ girl’s song FYI… lol Hence the title of the video, however, this is taken from the ‘B-Way version.’