First off, I am slow. Yes, I'm sort of like the tortoise except if he had a really bad limp and had to drag one of his legs while carrying another tortoise. Yeah, a broken tortoise. Writing is sort of my way of keeping sane as I believe Graycie Harmon had it right when she said, "Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum." Being an author is like sharing your mind and body with hundreds of other people. There's the voices of your characters echoing in your head and sometimes they become so real you find yourself asking them questions about what they want rather than you actually creating them. The only way to remove one of the voices in my head is to put it on paper, and then there's just a little more room, but only for a little while as there are new voices sprouting at all times.

The real facts are: I've taught three years of art and assist in tennis. I'm owned by a miniature australian shepherd. She walks me every evening while dreaming of training me into a frisbee dog frisbee thrower. I'm flypaper for trouble. That's really all you need to know.

Oh, and I've recently accepted my role as future crazy cat lady.

September 14, 2009

Just got out of the hospital from a long line of allergic reactions. Apparently I am severely allergic to ants and was mauled by a vicious tiger ant.

It's weird how we promise ourselves one thing but still we end upw ith another. Currently I am writing three different books, one of which is almost finished. I hope to have it published, however isn't that everyone's dream, and how very few of us actually have that happen. I realize that sounds like a rather dreary outlook on life, but really I am an optimistic realist.

When one has no time for anything other than work, what is one supposed to do? Sometimes with as little time as I have to write anymore I wonder if I'm still even a writer. If a dog can't bark, can you still call him a dog?