First off, you’re probably not an idiot. So remind yourself of that often during your writing journey. Second, I wrote this while heavily intoxicated on a cocktail of binge-watching three seasons of House and then experiencing a total tech meltdown. Step into my cage of honesty and rage. You’ve been warned. I’m a writer. That’s really all I want to do. Write my stories. And … Continue reading Email Marketing for Idiot Writers

To me. It began with a breezy launch. One day, my sweet adult daughter, whose head was constantly in her phone showed me what she was playing, and I downloaded the app too. Maybe it was my subconscious or my naturally devious thought process that had me do it, but either way, the lure of the game and enticement of tutoring me got my baby … Continue reading Farmville 2 Country Escape is Dangerous

Once more it’s the middle of the night, and I’m awake after only three hours of sleep with a body temperature of about 110 degrees. And even though I should try to go back to sleep, what I usually do instead, is first adjust the damn thermostat to make sure it’s as cold as possible, then watch television. My theory on that has been that … Continue reading PB&J Love

I saw this movie with my family over the weekend. There were five of us. We spent roughly $156 on this outing. That breaks down to $60 in tickets, $66 in concessions, and $30 at the bar. I’m telling you this to illustrate our commitment to the adventure classifying as “all in.” It’s exciting to go to the movies and my son had The Batman … Continue reading The Batman. My Review

Those of you in warm climates may not understand, but life is generally more difficult during the winter months in Minnesota. A short story to support this bold yet oh-so-softly phrased statement is below. I’d planned a February girl’s trip to my lake house in northern Minnesota. The plan was for me and one bestie to get up there, crank up the heat, haul the … Continue reading Winter is Stupid. Foiled Girl’s Trip Makes Author Mad.

I just binge-watched all eight episodes of Reacher. It wasn’t my plan. I started watching at 7 pm, but I could NOT STOP. Finishing around 2 am, laughing and smiling with the last surprising scene of the amazing show, hubby George—who felt the same as me—turned off the lights and we went to sleep. Dreaming of Alan Ritchson wasn’t a bad way to pass the … Continue reading Reacher . . . My Boy is Back!