With murderous intent, I write… Author of thrilling suspense. Stretching fingers, cracking knuckles, let’s do this!
Weather Mt. Juliet, TN 2020 Tornado I'm concerned about climate change, no matter who's at fault. As I write this post, Fred has made landfall along the Florida panhandle, passed over GA, threw some at East TN and now heading north. Grace has been upgraded to a hurricane, but hoping no US impace and so... Continue Reading →
If I thought the opportunity to explore options outside of secretarial, I would have traveled another road to success.
I'm an oxymoron. I'm a positive person finding the silver lining in every situation; but in my imagination, I see murder in the subtitles.
When published royalty speaks, I listen.
We will look out from the crest of the conquered mountain and know you did your best.
I am fortunate to have a critique partner who knows how to help me find the balance between blowing wind up my ass or to help me adjust the sails in the storm, then weather the calmer seas.
I will make the world my bitch and call her Lucille.
The door opens and a twenty-something male exits the vehicle in a wife beater t-shirt, bulked up and tattooed. I think to myself, this could be bad.
It's about sharing the pie and not just making sure you get your piece.
My journey is like a sailboat and the winds are southern in nature. They blow hard and strong through the hurricane season only to quiet and ultimately still for periods longer than I am willing to admit.
I don't know about you, but I am so sick of the political bickering back and forth that I just want to watch Shrek, Bambi or the Princess Bride.
The wondrous feeling of holding a book, turning the pages unknowingly until you read "The End". Then you close the back cover. Closing your eyes, your hand lies gently on the back cover as you say a fond farewell to a good friend.