Category > You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

The money tree.

I hate money. I might love it if I had any of it, but sadly, that just isn’t the case. I want to replace my carpet and repaint my house, but I have to pay off a vacuum, a credit card, a car, and a fence first…no fair! The vacuum is great, but it should [...]

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No, I am not dead.

It’s been awhile since I’ve checked my little blog page, let alone write anything on it. But I am still alive…albeit, trapped in the bubble of reality where I don’t feel like I ever get much done, but somehow that takes all day. There have been a few days this past week where I should [...]

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Are we there yet?

It is a running joke in multiple movies, cartoon strips, annoying jokes…little did you know that it was inspired my my four year old. We had the exciting opportunity to drive up to Salt Lake this afternoon – a daunting task for a mom with two kids who have the attention span of house flies. [...]

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LIfe-changing Blog

I got the sweetest comment on one of my posts this morning…my blog apparently helped someone, suffering with the difficulties of having English as their second language, successfully make it through their graduate program. My little blog changed someone’s life! I feel so fulfilled. Oh wait, that was spam.

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Back in the saddle.

I haven’t posted in little while. Mostly because when you have a blog about writing a book and you aren’t currently doing any work on said book, you don’t really have much to blog about. But! Both of my kids are asleep. Yes…miracles do happen. So, I’m going to write today. I am keeping my [...]

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Field research

For my husband’s summer work party, we all got to go down to the Rockin’ R Ranch in Antimony, UT (shameless plug). As we were packing up the car to head home, my 4 year old said, “Mom, I think that we should probably move to this house soon.” Sometimes I wonder how I’d do [...]

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Nemesis

I hereby declare that the super-villan in my next book will be….floating poop! An enemy so formidable that my 18 month old, who once would spend hours in the tub, is now terrified of water. To get her to stand in the tub is pretty bad. To get her to sit in the tub is [...]

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