Ray Charles, the half blind Husky, had a vet appointment this morning. And since I’ve yet to become a responsible adult, it didn’t go so well. In my defense, a vet appointments in San Diego went about like this: Appointment time, 10:20am. 9:58am – Prep cup of coffee to-go 10:00am – Leash up dog 10:02am – Drive to vet 10:18am – Arrive at vet. The vet appointment in the wilderness of WA, went like this: Appointment time, 10:20am. 9:15am – BW texts to tell me to leave early, the

As I’m sure most people do, I go back and forth between trying to be all ‘love everyone, be grateful, get your zen on’ and shit. But end up somewhere around ‘love everyone except the ones I don’t love and really everyone can just fuck off’. Maybe most people don’t do it and it’s just me and I’m the only one with a chameleon-like disposition. But I doubt it. At the very least, I really do try to promote acceptance and support amongst women. Like from girl to girl, chick to chi

I’m wondering if it’s possible to have a mental illness but just regarding one facet of your life. So not encompassing your entire being, just one little part. Because I think I’m manic/depressive when it comes to my writing. When it’s going good, man, nothing gets me down. Everything is right with the world, everyone is beautiful and friendly, and it’s all puppies and kitties riding unicorns on rainbows. When it’s going bad, I can’t function. I can’t write. I can’t connect w

So, we made this huge move recently. San Diego, CA to just outside Seattle, WA. It took three days of driving. In a car. With 4 dogs and 2 cats. It was hell. But I made it through like a champ. For the most part. We spent the first two weeks in a rental in the middle of normal suburbia. But finally closed escrow this last Monday and are in the new house. Which I LOVE. It’s perfect. Just quirky enough to remain interesting to me, it’s not cookie cutter or development-y at all,

This is what happens when you leave your blog for a month and a day – you forget how to write in it. But I have to tell you what happened last night – I had my very first Author Takeover in a Facebook group. I was in All Things Schmexy – which is a fantastic group run by the sweetest girls ever! Anyway, I popped my takeover cherry and it was everything I’d wished it would be and more. Like so good and so fun. I met the most amazing people and I really hope that we all stay fr

Watched Season One of “Ballers” with The Rock last night. I’m a little infatuated with him lately. He’s funny and humble. At least I think he’s humble. I mean, I feel like I know him pretty well now, having watched a few hours in a row of him. Plus we rented the new Jumanji last week. And the Fate of the Furious. In order to continue procrastinating this weekend I think I will IMDB him and watch every movie he’s ever done. I’m wallowing. BW is gone, he had to move to the PNW

I made the mistake of releasing my first book just for the fuck of it, to see what would happen. I mean, I’ve read plenty of really shitty books that have done well in the marketplace. So, I figured how bad can it be? Well, let me tell you – it can be bad. I mean a few people bought it, and possibly even read it. It got a tiny bit of traction on KU. I think I made $16 over 3 months. But, I only got three reviews. My sister-in-law, my critique partner, and my friend Wayne. I k

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I hate taking showers. I can’t tell you why. I always feel good afterward. My hair looks better, my skin looks better, I smell better. There’s no logical reason behind it. Except that after the shower I have to dry off, then put lotion on, and then dry and style my hair. All of which can take upwards of 20 minutes. Not a long time in girly-girl maintenance time, but still a solid chunk. Some days (read: almost every other), I just grab a washcloth, do a quick little whore’s s

I’m not sure what it is about the dead that speaks to us. As living people. Or maybe it’s just me. And dead BFF. Cause, every so often I’ll be doing something random; like tonight when I was writing sprints with my peeps in SoCal Inkers. So, his song came on my Amazon Music playlist, by Bread. “Everything I own”. Not really a song I would ordinarily listen to. Well, unless you count having it in a playlist ‘ordinary listening’. Okay, fine, maybe I do listen to it. But one of