Just recently I receive a wonderful review on my first book, which I will share soon. However with the wonderful review came some points of correction that were needed. I have pulled the book from the market to make those corrections and hope to have the book back on the market soon. I will post when the book is being re-released.
I loved the review and appreciate even more the points of corrections that were made. I refuse to use the word negative, but I will say constructive. Criticism is one of those things that people give, how you choose to accept it is what makes you a better person.
Constructive criticism is meant to help not hurt. I for one feel that the more I see everything as a way to help myself the better I am going to get and the less I will ever feel defeated!! Taking the leap to put myself out there with my writing means there are going to be people or like or dislike my work, but as long as I keep my perspective in the positive and turn the negative into a positive for myself then I will always be on the right path with no negative actions stopping me!!!
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Date night blooper....LOL
So last night went out to dinner for date night. We decided on Mexican for dinner and instead of going to our usual restaurant we went to a different spot. Not one that we haven't enjoyed before of course, but for a bit of a different setting. We get seated and place our orders. Light conversation about the future landscaping and accomplished projects. Our dinner comes, looks and smells so great. I am about 3 bits into my dinner, as is my husband when I go to pick up my glass and proceed to spill it all over my husband's side of the table...I am trying really hard not to laugh but fail miserably...I am trying to clean with what napkins we have at the table and try to get the waiters attention. Alas no such luck in getting the waiter, but my husband simply says "its okay". I however now have about 2 sips of what used to be a large drink left.
I have to say he was fortunate that none of what I spilled ended up in his plate of food, major blooper averted...but still I can't be taken anywhere!!! LOL
I have to say he was fortunate that none of what I spilled ended up in his plate of food, major blooper averted...but still I can't be taken anywhere!!! LOL
Why people enter your life?
Have you ever wondered why people enter your life? How about the times in which they enter? And why some remain while others fade away?
Not everyone that enters your life is there to remain. Those that fade away are because they have taught you all they can and that was the only reason they were there. Those that remain were meant to help and teach. Those that are meant to receive your love and give you love, are the real treasures. I have been so fortunate over the years to have met so many that have become permanent fixtures in my life. Those that have come and gone have taught me to be cautious about who I trust and hold dear the lessons that were left in their wakes.
I truly believe that the people that have entered my life have helped shape me to be the woman I am today. Those that are still out there waiting their turn to enter my life, I am excited to learn the lessons you have to teach me.
Not everyone that enters your life is there to remain. Those that fade away are because they have taught you all they can and that was the only reason they were there. Those that remain were meant to help and teach. Those that are meant to receive your love and give you love, are the real treasures. I have been so fortunate over the years to have met so many that have become permanent fixtures in my life. Those that have come and gone have taught me to be cautious about who I trust and hold dear the lessons that were left in their wakes.
I truly believe that the people that have entered my life have helped shape me to be the woman I am today. Those that are still out there waiting their turn to enter my life, I am excited to learn the lessons you have to teach me.
Soap box
I don't get on a soap box much, but sometimes I just feel the need to vent!!!
I get that people are generally afraid of what they don't understand, but the bullshit about bathroom rules of who and who can't use certain bathrooms is really getting on my nerves!
For those that think having a transgender using the bathroom of the gender they id with is wrong have really got to get their heads out of their ass because guess what unless you ask every female in the bathroom to show you her stuff you will never even know!!
Discrimination is the battle and preventing it is the goal!!!
Rules and laws are for those that abide by them anyway, the change in those laws or rules are not going to stop the evil that is some people. They are not going to stop doing what they do and making it verbal or written allowing those that live their lives different to now live fully open about who they are isn't going to make bathrooms and more dangerous than they have always been...statistics aren't going to change just because you allow an attractive woman who happens to have male genitals use the woman's bathroom. BECAUSE GUESS WHAT SHE ISN'T INTO WOMAN OR GIRLS!!! That is all I have to say about that.
If you don't agree you have that right and I respect your choice, I just ask that you respect mine.
I get that people are generally afraid of what they don't understand, but the bullshit about bathroom rules of who and who can't use certain bathrooms is really getting on my nerves!
For those that think having a transgender using the bathroom of the gender they id with is wrong have really got to get their heads out of their ass because guess what unless you ask every female in the bathroom to show you her stuff you will never even know!!
Discrimination is the battle and preventing it is the goal!!!
Rules and laws are for those that abide by them anyway, the change in those laws or rules are not going to stop the evil that is some people. They are not going to stop doing what they do and making it verbal or written allowing those that live their lives different to now live fully open about who they are isn't going to make bathrooms and more dangerous than they have always been...statistics aren't going to change just because you allow an attractive woman who happens to have male genitals use the woman's bathroom. BECAUSE GUESS WHAT SHE ISN'T INTO WOMAN OR GIRLS!!! That is all I have to say about that.
If you don't agree you have that right and I respect your choice, I just ask that you respect mine.
Sidewalk work
After many days and hours of digging, finally finished getting the framing done for the sidewalk we decided was a good idea to put in rather than just doing stepping stones. Landscaping is fun in the planning stage, but the work behind it is so not fun...However I am feeling really good about what we have accomplished so far. It will be amazing once we are finished. Next step is to get the grass seed planted and then the gravel into the frame work. When everything is done it will be amazing, I can see it in my mind. I will be taking pictures as we go. :)
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Treatments
If anyone has ever said to you, "lair, lair pants on fire" and your retort "cross my heart and hope to die stick a needle in my eye" Let me tell you, as a child I remember saying that a lot...well in hind sight, I think I jinks myself...lol I have now over the past 2 years have received a dozen or more injections directly in my eye, and the last several have been steroid pill injections, so yes I have something floating around in my eye. This time around I can't see it and I don't feel it.
But at the same time I laugh at myself when I think back to how many times I would say that little rhyme and think nothing of it and now it is a reality for me. So now I am careful what I say for fear that it will come back and bite me...lol
But at the same time I laugh at myself when I think back to how many times I would say that little rhyme and think nothing of it and now it is a reality for me. So now I am careful what I say for fear that it will come back and bite me...lol
Yard work
Okay, unless you are a die hard gardener and yard worker you will not feel sorry for me...lol I am working with my husband to put in a sidewalk to our front door. Well let me tell you, working at night is cool, but doesn't stop the pain from swinging a small maddox to make clean lines for the boards. I am happy with the job I have achieved, but damn my arms and shoulders hurt like hell today. Not to mention the blisters on my hands.
I know once the work is done and the sidewalk is complete, the pain will be a faint memory. I can't wait for that day!!
I know once the work is done and the sidewalk is complete, the pain will be a faint memory. I can't wait for that day!!
Vision
I have to ask, how often do you think about the joy of having your full vision? Well for me I think about it on a daily bases. Losing ones vision even in one eye brings the realization of how precious it truly is. I find myself thanking god every morning I wake up and can see the blue sky, to the ugly brown carpet in my house. I used to laugh at the saying "stop and smell the roses." Now I understand the meaning and take it to heart.
Take a moment and hug the ones you love and be sure to tell them every chance you get. Smell those wild flowers and dance like no one is watching...live life, don't let it pass you by!!
Take a moment and hug the ones you love and be sure to tell them every chance you get. Smell those wild flowers and dance like no one is watching...live life, don't let it pass you by!!
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Post sharing
This is from a fellow author:
Chloe Harris
Shared publicly - Yesterday 8:51 PM
I just read a new book by DM Simpson. It's called The ties that bind Lyric and Michael. This book is the authors first book of a series. The story is cool as hell as long as you like human/werewolves. Please go amazon or ibooks to download this book and start a journey that you will fall in love with.
Success!!!
Goal set, Goal reached = Full Success!!! Another chapter redraft down, now onto the next!!
Goal
Okay, goal for today is to get two chapters redrafted/edited. Goal set...starting my track to success for the day!! What is your goal for today??
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Here's a good read
15 Words you should eliminate from your vocabulary - Ever wonder about certain words, well take a look at this artical and see why you shouldn't use certain words so much...
http://mashable.com/2015/05/03/words-eliminate-vocabulary/?utm_cid=p-disp-fb%23lHxBPJzBTRqW#CeBWZqlXoGqu
http://mashable.com/2015/05/03/words-eliminate-vocabulary/?utm_cid=p-disp-fb%23lHxBPJzBTRqW#CeBWZqlXoGqu
Ever thought about Writing
Check this site out for why you should do it.
http://www.dailyom.com/cgi-bin/courses/courseoverview.cgi?cid=83&aff=92
http://www.dailyom.com/cgi-bin/courses/courseoverview.cgi?cid=83&aff=92
Sweet Tooth Happiness
Got a sweet tooth, here's a goody for you to try...http://www.supergoldenbakes.com/2016/04/cookies-and-cream-layer-cake.html
Helping a fellow author
Just wanting to help out a fellow author, follow the link and you can cast your vote and read her story. :) Enjoy
http://www.inkitt.com/stories/64726?utm_campaign=vote_share&utm_source=facebook
http://www.inkitt.com/stories/64726?utm_campaign=vote_share&utm_source=facebook
Chapter 2 redraft complete
Completed the redraft of chapter 2. Feeling really good about this redraft, almost close to the final draft, I feel it!!
Now on to the next chapter. I didn't make my goal last week, so now I have to push it to make it for this week. Goal is to get first draft of chapter 8 done this week. Yay, for goals!!
Now on to the next chapter. I didn't make my goal last week, so now I have to push it to make it for this week. Goal is to get first draft of chapter 8 done this week. Yay, for goals!!
Monday, April 18, 2016
The Murderer WithIn - Chapter 2
The goal today is to complete the redraft of chapter 2. I am looking forward to moving on to the other chapters by end of day. However, will not rush through to make it happen. I have found I love writing this new genre and will continue to write in this genre even after I have completed the book I am currently working on. Just have to decide if with the change of genre if I should have a different pen name. Anyone care to chime in on that thought?
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Thoughts
Have you ever thought about writing your own story or read something that made you think, "I could do that." If you have then you should do it. Writing can be therapeutic as well as freeing your mind of things that won't let go. Even though this is the Nike logo going to use it anyway, "Just Do It" Don't allow fear, negativity or lack of support from friends or family stop you from doing what makes you happy. Eventually they will come around, or they are already on your side and you didn't even know it.
Book clip "The Murderer WithIn"
Sitting
at the dining room table she stared blankly into the glass of water sitting in front
of her. The police continued to collect evidence in the living room. Without
listening she heard the camera snapping, the detectives talking and asking each
other questions. All the movement in the house seemed like a nightmare, never
ending.
When
the detective came into the dining room he asked, “Ms. Holt is there anything
else you can tell us? Did you hear anything or see anyone?”
Unable
to speak Alexa just shook her head mouthing the word “No”.
The
coroner finally arrived to examine the body and prep it for transport. The
coroner called out to the detective; he excuses himself and headed towards the
coroner. She turned her head and watched the exchange between the coroner and
detective Cole.
Detective
Cole turned his head and looked back at Alexa. She refused to look away as he
stared her down. The detective turned his look back to the coroner and Drake’s
body. The coroner knelt down, pointing out things. Unable to hear the words he
said, but sure he described the cut in the throat, the appeared depth, and possible
type of weapon or knife. She heard him say the time of death was undetermined
until he could get the body back to the office.
Her
mind wondered back recalling what she’d seen in her last moments with Drake, Alexa
had wondered herself what type of knife did damage in such a way, without it
being a cut across the neck. She saw only a single stab to the throat as she
knelt over him applying pressure to stop the bleeding. As she looked into his
eyes, and watched as his life faded, whispering how much she loved him and vowing
to find his killer.
He
looked at her, but more through her as the light in his eyes went out and he
exhaled for the last time. She sobbed heavily as the operator finally answered
the phone, “This is 911, what is your emergency?”
When she
looked up detective Cole stood in front of her. She looked around realizing
she’d gotten up from the table and walked into the living room and again was kneeling
next to Drake’s body. Detective Cole held out his hand to her, she reached up
and allowed him to help her up and he walked her back to the dining room table.
As she
sat down she apologized for interrupting the coroner. Detective Cole only
nodded his head as he turned to head back into the living room. She watched him
walk away as tears burned her eyes and streamed down her face. Her worst
nightmare had come true. She’d found her true love and now he’s gone, taken
from her.
For her
time stood still, but the activity in the house started to come to a close. The
coroner took Drake’s body and the rest of the officers finished up the
collection of evidence. Leaving different marks all around the room of blood
marks and the one over turned table, she assumed knocked over by Drake as he
fell.
Closing
the door behind the last officer she turned and fell back against the door as
she looked blankly through the entryway. The house was eerily quiet and cold.
The home she had known no longer felt warm and safe. Her legs weakening under
her as the sorrow over took her, she sunk to the floor sobbing and wrapping her
own arms around herself as she let the overwhelming urge to cry take over.
Alexa
woke to the sound of birds chirping, the sounds of cars passing on the street
and people talking and laughing. Crumpled on the floor still at the front door
she sat up, rested her head against the door thinking to herself, with the burn
of sorrow in her chest, “Life continues for them, but for me it is over.”
A knock
at the door made her jump. Struggling slightly she pulled herself to her feet,
turned and faced the door as she opened it. There stood a messenger with a box,
Alexa looked confused as the man began to speak, “I am sorry to bother you
ma’am but your neighbor doesn’t seem to be at home and I can’t leave this at
the door. May I leave it with you?”
Alexa
nodded her head and held out her hand to take the box from the messenger. Her
appearance unnerved the man as he asked with urgency, “Ma’am are you all right?
Do you need me to call for help?”
Realizing she hadn’t spoken and was still covered in Drake’s blood. She shook
her head as she quietly responded, “No thank you. The police have already been
here.”
The
messenger nodded and handed her the box as he turned and left. Alexa closed the
door and set the box down on the floor next to the door. Turning to face the
interior of the house again, Alexa hesitated as she took the first step towards
the kitchen. She acknowledged to herself, she needed to pass the living room entry
to get there. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to take a second and
third step as she got closer to the opening leading to the living room the harder
she found it to breath.
Stopping
just short of the opening she told herself she needed to do this to make it to
the kitchen, it was only a few more steps beyond where she stood. Feeling like
her body was filling with concrete slowing stiffening and her breathing
becoming more labored and heavy. She slowly took the next few steps taking her
past the living room. She refused to look into the room as she passed the
opening. She felt her body working against her as her eyes started to stray to
look to the left into the room.
Mastering
her will she kept her focus straight and steady in the direction she was
walking. Making it past the living room she released a sigh of relief, feeling
the small victory she was able to walk and breathe a little bit easier. The
farther past the living room opening her steps got lighter and closer to
normal, her stride lengthened and her breathing evened out and became less
labor intensive.
Reaching
the kitchen she went straight for the sink as nausea took hold, but since she’d
not eaten anything in over 24 hours nothing in her stomach but bile. She dry
heaved for a few minutes when the bile started to leave her body like an
exorcism being enacted.
Leaning
almost laying across the edge of the sink her body shook violently from the
vomiting. Clinging to the sink to hold herself up she waited for her body to
stop shaking. Turning on the faucet she used her hand to cup water to her
mouth. Sipping slowly as the cool water burned as it passed over her cracked
dry lips, but bringing soothing coolness to her burning throat.
The sea
of nausea passed and gaining some control of her body again she stood up, still
holding on to the sink for stability. She gazed out the window over the sink into
the back yard. The trees showed a brilliant green, with a slight breeze
rustling the leaves. As she watched the leaves dance on the wind, it seemed
almost as if they were waving at her through the window.
Blinking
once or twice she looked away as she realized she’d heard the door bell ringing
for the second time this morning. Unable to deal with another interaction she
moved towards the stairs and headed up to her room. Feeling the need to get out
of the clothing she wore still covered in Drake’s blood.
Stripping
as she moved across the bedroom, dropping a single piece of clothing with every
step, as she made her way to the bathroom. By the time she reached the bathroom
she was naked, she went straight for the shower refusing to look at herself in
the mirror. Setting the temp of the water as hot as she could stand, she
stepped in and let the steam and heat of the water envelope her naked body as
the water ran down rinsing away the horror of the night before.
As the
water hit her body her skin began to turn pink from the heat of the water. It
pelted her skin like tiny spears, with each connection stinging like a bee. But
she stood allowing the abuse to her body, feeling the need for the punishment. Leaning
her head back under the water to wet her hair; she began to wash away the blood
and dirt from the day before. She gave into the sensation of the water rinsing
the soap away; virtually wiping the slate clean for a fresh start, allowing the
skin to breathe again.
Turning
off the water she stood behind the curtain, reaching up she ran her hands over
and down her hair squeezing the excess water out. Opening the curtain she
grabbed the first towel she could reach, as she brought the towel to her face,
she caught his sent. Unable to stop herself she buried her face deep into the
towel inhaling deeply. The combination of the ivory soap, the light scent of
vanilla from his shampoo, and the faint scent of his cologne cloaked her.
Wiping
her face she took the towel and wrapped it around herself and stepped out of
the shower. The steam consumed the bathroom like a fog, as she walked to the
sink still refusing to look in the mirror, she looked at the items on the counter,
locating it, she reached out and picked up Drake’s toothbrush, turning on the
faucet, she let the water run over the bristles. Then she picked up his tooth
paste, squeezing out just enough to cover the bristles, putting it back under
the running water to dampen the paste. She brought it to her mouth she began to
brush her teeth.
Finishing
she rinsed the brush and tapped it on the side of the sink to get the extra
water out of the bristles. She placed it back in its spot the way Drake always
did. Next she reached for his cologne and splashed a small amount onto her
wrists. Placing it back just as she’d found it; she turned and left the
bathroom.
Moving
across the bedroom she went straight to his closet, stepping in she ran her
hand along his hanging shirts and pants. As they moved his scent floated
through the air and encompassed her giving her the feeling of one last hug.
Closing her eyes she felt his arms gently wrap around her. Opening her eyes she
grabbed her favorite of his shirts and put it on.
Leaving his closet she went straight for the
bed, climbed in and pulled the covers up over her head.
New Genre :)
It has been awhile since I have posted here on the blog, but it has been pointed out that I should stick with the blog as well as my other pages.
I have started a new genre and am very excited with the feed back. I still have a long way to go, but I will finish this book.
Later I will add a clip from the new book and let you give me feed back as well.
I have started a new genre and am very excited with the feed back. I still have a long way to go, but I will finish this book.
Later I will add a clip from the new book and let you give me feed back as well.
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