Normally I’m too lazy to take notes, but as you can see from the photo that I took a lot of notes. Not only that I put tabs in the awesome spiral notebook they gave is AND tabs on my personal note pad. Can you tell I like tabs?

tabsActually I like all stationary supplies. I am not allowed in Staple or Office Depot. And I have enough legal pads, white as well as yellow, to last me a long time.

Plus, tabs, notebooks, sticky notes, etc. I think you get the picture.

See what I did there? Picture? And I put a picture in this blog? I crack me up!

But now I’m looking over my notes because they filled our heads, and our notes with all kinds of ‘meat’. Links and blogs and websites and stuff…and then more stuff. So, now I recovered from my jet lag (how you can have jet lag from an hour drive beats me) I am ready to do all those things that they told me to do.

I’m a good writer and I’m not wasting my time so now its time to get into a serious writing regime and finish a book. Actually, I do have a completed (semi completed–who am I kidding) first draft of one of my books. All I have to do is begin the revisions.

*shivers* Yeah, the idea scares the tabs out of me.

See what I did there? I’m telling you, I’m hilarious.

Now I know what to look for I can give the poor king a name, he has been named king for too long, and move on.

And I have a theory about my place to write but I can’t get into details because SHE might be listening. That’s all I can say right now. I’ll explain everything on my first TV interview.

Now to finish a book and find an editor and then pitch to an agent and get the ball rolling. Oh, and then be working on my next book, which if I go with the other book in the series will be a handful because it is a mess. I thought the first draft was finished on that one, too, but NOPE! Bits and pieces, here and there, enough to make it look like a murder scene. Um, except there is no body, or, uh blood.  But it is a mess so I will be working putting that back together. Good thing I just bought some super glue. Right?

I have also been looking at all my media linkages and abouts mes so they will all be the same or darn near close to it. That way I will have my platform ready to go when I find the agent who is going to make us all a lot of money and keep me writing forever.

And I will be back next year for the Midwest Writers Workshop! It is AWESOME!

Read ya later!


Posted: July 24, 2017 in Uncategorized

I’m back home again, the conference ended Saturday night. I left Sunday morning to go back to my every day life. Ah, such a bittersweet feeling!

Getting to sleep in my own bed is always something I look forward to, and this time was no exception. Even if I was kinda sad the workshop was over and I had to leave my tribe behind. Sure they’re only an email or text away, but to not be in the same room at the same time to at least acknowledge each other that yeah, to the non writers in our lives we are the weird ones but to us, the writery tribe, we are writers and not weirdoes. I still couldn’t wait to get home to my home and to my own bed.

But then again, if I have to be weird to be a writer then so be it. It’s not like I’m not used to being the weird one, anyway.

The Midwest Writers Workshop was amazing! Like a my newest buddy said, “there’s a lot of ‘meat’ to this workshop”. Yes there was a lot of ‘meat’. They fed us good, the faculty of the Midwest Writers Workshop. I put the link there so you could find the website quick because you are going to want to check it out if you write, want to know how to write, or even think you might want to write. Because it’s great!

And I’m going back next year with a finished manuscript and to pitch to an agent, um, maybe. That’s going to take a lot of loin girding.

But I have a lot of notes from the conference, a lot of links to look up writery stuff, and since I’m not a sucky writer after all, a heck of a lot of writing to do.

Oh, and I even have some new ideas that I had to pull off the interstate, on the way home,  to jot down before I forgot. Nope, writers are not crazy at all. Pulling over real quick on an interstate is completely normal. For a writer, anyway.

I have lists and notes and literature of stuff and even a few old, and new, writer friends I can talk to about this thing we call writing.

Now to get busy and write on a regular basis like all good writers who write good do on a regular basis…yeah, that.

Read ya later!

I am attending the Midwest Writers Workshop 2017. First of all, it has been awesome. I’m having an amazing time!

Prior to the workshop I submitted some pages of one of my current works in progress for an intensive session titled “The Book Doctor is in- Adventures in Developmental Editing. To say that the prospect of a professional reading anything I have written scared the hell out of me would be an understatement. But I also knew I had to find out if I was any kind of good at this writing thing or was I just wasting my time because I AM NOT WRITING and I think it’s because I think I suck. Not just suck but really SUCK!

Yeah, I’m using a lot of caps….get over it.

I was even seriously considering therapy to find out what was going on and why wasn’t I writing. Seriously considering it! No, really, I even called a couple therapists but they didn’t sound like they would make a good fit so I never set anything up. But I was, still, not writing.

When I saw one of the intensive sessions would be a editing thing and a professional writer would actually read something and give us a critiques of sorts, I girded my loins and sent in something.

Now here comes the good news. I am a good writer. Maybe even a really good writer because he didn’t really mark up a lot of stuff, which worried me at first until he told me that he didn’t write up so much cause it was good. Wow!

Is it perfect? Oh hell no, but I don’t suck. And I told him from the beginning that all I needed to know was if I was any good or was I just wasting my time. He told me I am not wasting my time. It needed work but I was not wasting my time because it was good.

I am NOT wasting my time. WOW! That was the good news and I floated on that for like an hour until reality hit me and my brain went OH CRAP!

Yeah, the bad news.

Now that I know I’m a good writer do you know what that means? DO YOU?

Well, let me tell you. It means, my confused reader, that now I have to write. No, really write, write.

I have to wok now, and I mean work hard. Real hard!

Will I still enjoy writing? Will I still continue to write? Uh yeah, because I can’t stop even I wanted to stop. Even when I wasn’t writing I was still writing. Not often with any kind of regularity, but I still wrote.

But now I have to get to work, and work hard, because I am a good writer. Geez

I have since sent something in to another professional writer for something else so that should prove interesting, too.

There are two more days of the workshop and they have tons of stuff so I will be busy but it has been great. I’m exhausted but I’m glad I came. Well worth the time and the money. And I would say that even if I sucked. So many people willing to help and so many writers who ‘get it’, this writing thing.

Read ya later!

I am so excited because I will be attending the MMW2017 this year. And it has been a long time since I attended this workshop.

As a fantasy writer I don’t get the chance to talk to other fantasy writers. Maybe I need to start a group or something because most of the writers I do meet are fiction writers but rarely fantasy fiction writers. And from my past experience people don’t get ‘it’. It’s like they don’t understand fantasy stories or something. I have to be meeting the wrong writers though I have joined a few different groups over the years.

But at this workshop, which seems to have evolved a lot since I was there last, I actually have a tribe. I know, right? I have a tribe! ooooooo…

So I am getting out of Dodge, er, Indianapolis, and spend time with other writers and other writers of like minded writing. At least I hope so! I will keep you posted.

I wonder if those two women I sat with the last time will be there? hmmm….I have to admit that sitting between two murder mystery writers while they discuss numerous ways to kill someone is a little unnerving. I know, me, unnerved about killing? Yeah, I was surprised, too. But I hope they will be there. Really nice women, just ,uh, scary to listen to…kinda.

I have also turned in something, I wrote, to the workshop for some opinion on it. I mainly want did it to see what other people think about my writing.

Am I any good? I don’t need a critique of the story, though that would be awesome, I just need to know if I am any good. And I don’t need to know if I’m great, just need to know that I can write a story. Or not…..yeah.

Sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my time, even though I have had some people read bits here and there and tell me I am good I still don’t feel like I’m good. Or, I should say, something inside me suspects I suck and that’s why I’m not writing like I should.

Even though the characters keep bugging me, and new characters for new stories keep showing up demanding to be written, something deep down tells me I suck and I am wasting my time.

Yeah, I know we all have doubts about our selves and it’s part of being human but I’m not writing like I should and that bugs me the most. But if I suck why bother?

See my conundrum?

I guess I will find out this weekend because I leave Wednesday and the workshop starts Thursday. Three days of writing and being with writers. oooo…..

In other news, on August 4 I’m going here Carmel Film Forum  to see the premiere of the movie I am in.


I need to expand my resume to include movie star and producer. Oh yeah, I will be in the credits as a producer. I produce, um, movies.

Maybe I should write a screen play? ooooo….

Read ya later!

I finished the gargoyle conversation and the meeting with Fernando and Archie!

Wow, I would not to be Archie. He may have to make a hard and painful decision. Whoa!

But now Fernando is being visited by his mother’s sister. Or should I say, his adoptive mother’s sister, now that he knows the truth about his birth. But why did she come to his rooms at the inn in secret? Hmmm…

I cannot wait to find out.

What? You’re looking a me like I should know already. HA!

It don’t always work that way, people. Sometimes I have to wait and see what they say or do, not what I want them to say or do. Yeah, I have an outline and notes, but sometimes, just sometimes, the characters just take over and you have to rewrite your notes.


Anyway, I have more articles to post, and to write, and Grant has been bugging me again so I have to get back to his story. I want to find out if he kills his father or not anyway. Not that I want him to because I have plans for that demon, but as I have explained before…just because I am the writer doesn’t mean I am in control of the story.

Just saying….

I will post another article soon. I don’t know when, but soon.

Read ya later!


Jumping Through The Hoops

Posted: June 8, 2017 in Uncategorized

Life is like a three ring circus and to get along you have to jump through the hoops. If you don’t jump through the hoops life can be more difficult than it has to be. Of course you can continue to be the rebel and break every rule you find, but not without complications. Society, and life, demands that you follow the rules or suffer the consequences, and those consequences could be uncomfortable.

As much as I dislike rules, I have come to the conclusion that rules are important. The rebel in me tells me that I don’t need no stinking rules, but that’s not correct. I do need rules. We all need rules. And following rules means you jump through the hoops.

Rules help keep the chaos at a manageable level. Without rules imagine what life would be like? Think about it. Burglaries and murders would rise dramatically, more so than now. Mayhems and mayhers would increase to levels unknown since the middle ages. “Human sacrifices, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria” —Ghostbusters

It’s almost unbearable to even think about.

Let me give you an example of jumping through the hoops. The day is sunny with blue skies and the road straight with not a soul in sight. You’re driving along with the radio blaring away to one of your favorite songs. The wind is blowing through your hair, and the smell of sunshine fills your nostrils. You’re in no particular hurry. The road is clear and you’re not paying attention to the speed limit even though you took note of it as you passed it just a second ago.

But wait, what’s that in the rear view mirror? Damn, blue and red lights, the police, with sirens blaring, right on your butt. You pull over and wait for the officer to tell you what was wrong. She tells you that you were doing 45 in a 30, 15 over the limit. You say what’s the big deal officer? There’s no one on the road. No one got hurt. I was just driving and enjoying the nice day. What a beautiful day, isn’t it officer?

She’s not buying it. You get a ticket because you broke the law. Moan and complain all you want you still broke the law. You did not jump through the hoop. We all have to jump through the hoop, I don’t care who you think you are you’re going to jump through some hoops.

Rich people have to jump through hoops. Poor people have to jump through hoops. Middle class people have to jump through hoops. They may be different hoops, but they still have to be jumped through. And those hoops don’t care what your skin color is, your religion, or what sport you like to watch on the weekends. Hoops are hoops and if you want to keep your life as stress free as possible I suggest you jump through them.

Follow the laws, the rules, and whatever guidelines you come across. They were all created for a reason. Okay, some of them may be stupid. A lot of them are stupid, but if you don’t jump through the hoops then those mayhems could come visiting when you least expect it.

Now if you’re one of those who like to live on the edge, who continue to push that envelope as far as possible then don’t jump. I, however, have found out that the older I get the more I like the peace of not having to keep looking in my rearview mirror for flashing blue and red lights. Have I been known to break the speed limits? Yes, I have. Have I been known to break other *ahem* rules? Yes, I have. I tend to consider all rules “more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules”–Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. What I should do, or not do, compared to what “they” want me to do, or not do.

When I was a lot younger I didn’t jump as much. The older, and maybe the wiser, I get the more I consider the consequences of not jumping through the hoops of life and weigh the pros and cons of whether the hoop needs to be jumped through. And now that I’m older I don’t jump so much as walk through them lifting one leg and then the other while hanging onto the hoop. I’m always afraid that if I jump I may fall and break something that I may need later.

Bend them, break them, and ignore the rules. Don’t jump through the hoops. Live your life on the edge in defiance. Let me know how that works out for you.


Fernando update

Posted: May 14, 2017 in Uncategorized

Not writing at all, can you tell? But I am trying to get through one scene with Fernando and the gargoyles! GAH!

I may post it here whenever I finish it! Yeah, if I finish it, GAH!