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Wow, is has been WAY too long since I've updated! I know, no one's really reading, but if someone happens to stumble upon this, I don't want them to think I'm a loser who doesn't blog anymore. So here is a little update of what I've been up to lately: I guess the biggest news is that I'm pregnant. This has accounted for my lack of posting, as I have been incredibly exhausted and my brain has

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It's a bit of an oxymoron for me. Or rather, I'm a bit of an oxymoron. You see, my cousin died today. No, not the one who lives with me. I'd be a bit more hysterical if she died. I wasn't very close to this cousin, but I came to the hospital to give support to my family. And while everyone around me was blurry-eyed, puffy-faced and holding each other, I just sat. I stared out the window. I

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I was trying to think of a title for a book that I recently finished. With most books, I can't think of a title until it's completely finished. Even without meaning to, I tend to develop themes--or rather, the stories themselves have a theme but I don't discover it until I've completed it. So... here goes. The book is the first in a series of mysteries, and I can't think of anything better to

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This is a long one, so brace yourself. I suppose this is a bit of a continuation of my last blog. I said I wanted to keep morals and spiritual insight in my writing, but there also needs to be a healthy balance. For the sake of being kind, I will leave names out, but I just finished reading a book that I have already read. I read it years ago--I was probably still in high school (I know, that

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My favorite author and mentor, Robin Hardy, has quite the sense of humor. I was looking over her site and found this. After having a good laugh at the parodies, the thought came to me: What if one of those books were mine? No, this isn't a sermon on why we shouldn't make fun of people online... though I'm sure that's an important topic that should probably be addressed. Ok, back to my point

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Inspiration and a week off from work are two wonderful tools that allowed me to finish a book this week. It was an old story that I revamped and made mo' betta. It's a lot more interesting now. I even have a starting idea for a sequel. It needs a name, though, so if anyone would like to read it and let me know if you have a name for it, I'd appreciate that. Here's a few key points... Girl

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Here is another sample of my writing. This is all me--no co-writers. Please comment! Let me know if this interests you. I can email you the chapters I have so far. This book is almost done, but I need help deciding how it should end. Comments are welcome! Alba, North of Britannia: 90 AD Rígh Earnan of the Luirg tribe of Alba sat on his horse, waiting for his children to catch up. He

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I have always been a writer. Before I wanted it to be my career, I wrote for fun. My writing has matured (I hope!) from when I was a kid, and the struggles I deal with have also matured. For instance, it is nearly impossible for a writer to get signed onto a publishing company without already being published. This means paying for a POD (Publish On Demand) or going to lots of conferences, or

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Ok, so I know no one is looking at this, but I just wanted to write something. Since I don't really feel like using Word and I want to feel like maybe someday SOMEONE will read this, here goes. Fires have been raging for about four days now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, take a look at the news. Fires in San Diego have burned more than 500,000 acres, and nearly a million people have

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I'll try to only post a small portion at a time so it won't be overwhelming. Enjoy. Comment. The sun shone brightly through the small window, onto her pale face. She squinted, turning her head away from the bright light. Her green eyes surveyed the tiny area around her, searching for another place to sit—where the piercing rays would not blind her. Ceileah Maher’s appearance bespoke of her

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First it was email... then a Geocities site (yeah, remember those?), THEN my cousin made me a myspace. Now, a blog. I don't even blog on my myspace. But honestly, I'm here because my former drama director, now author, who made quite an impact on me in my youth, recently started a blog here. She asked that we (her readers) comment on her blog. I honestly wasn't sure how, so I just started clicking

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