“Fulfillment isn’t found over the rainbow—it’s found in the here and now. Today I define success by the fluidity with which I transcend emotional land mines and choose joy and gratitude instead.”
So, as if I wasn’t busy enough trying to write my books, look after a veteran, deal with the death of my beloved bloodhound Zoey, the cards I hand paint and sell and I partnered with a friend to make a Tarot deck. Yes, I am too flipping busy. Amazingly busy for a woman who has no real employment and spends most of her day trying to figure out her side hustles and get her Veteran to the numerous VA appointments.
In what I write, which is fantasy set in current times. I like that the elderly neighbor who is nosey and wise, that just might be a witch. I like to imagine that pixies live in the garden complaining about car exhaust. I love when the fantasy dove tails with some aspects of what is going on in the “Real World”. Yet, there seems to be something a smidge off in most books.
To say that I earned a diploma from Lakewood High School would be an overstatement. I endured four years in the early 1980's and I was given a paper that would allow me to leave and never look back. I could read, my writing skills were pitiful, and the concept of punctuation eluded me. As a matter of fact, grammar and punctuation are still my nemesis. Yet, I wanted and still want to tell stories. I for years have stood paralyzed from trying to write, my thinking that someone who graduated with a D- in English shouldn’t entertain this notion of being a writer.