Bad Analogies & Metaphors

The idea of planting a garden this spring is right up there with building a space shuttle for NASA in how impossible it would be for me. Checking my office voicemail is to neurosurgery as curing cancer is to achieving world peace. My depression has me living an unbalanced analogy. Continue reading

Accidental Hiatus

So I accidentally took two weeks off from the blog. Sorry about that. I’ve been having some health issues that are really fatiguing me. Plus running my Jamberry business is taking a lot of energy too. And Gibson is almost walking, … Continue reading

I Am The Elephant in Your Ballroom

Not sure if it’s the weather, my sleep habits, hormones or what…but I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was standing in a gorgeous ballroom with the Queen of England. The … Continue reading

NaNoWriMo 2014 – Update Number One

I’m not gonna lie, guys. Today is day 13 of NaNoWriMo. If things were going well (and they obviously are not) I would be at 21,671 words today. But I’m not. I’m not even close. I’m at 3,028 words. I … Continue reading

NaNoWriMo 2014- JOIN ME!

I’ve said it before, and one time before that as well, and oh that other time too. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll say it again. It’s almost November. And that means another rousing month of writing. Just writing until we puke, … Continue reading

Camp NaNoWriMo: Wrap Up

We cleaned up the cabin as much as we could. I think my parents are going to be charged for the damage done by the paint-filled balloons. The uprising incited by my cabin mate was quelled in the Great Hosing Escapade of … Continue reading

Camp NaNoWriMo: Week Four

You guys. You guys! Things have gotten intense. The cabin is wrecked. One of my cabin mates has declared herself the new leader of, not just the cabin, but the entire camp. I think the machete has been recently used. … Continue reading

Camp NaNoWriMo: Week Three

Well, now. It’s been a little rainy here at camp. And I think we’ve got some cabin fever happening. Someone got a little nuts with the paint it seems. And who brought a machete? (HINT: It was me.) Writing has … Continue reading