27.1.13

Working hard

Typical Sunday night ... almost half-way finished Bloodlust II


23.1.13

The bitter cold

It has been a frigid couple of days – I am one of the many who are affected by this bone-chilling winter. But it is not just winter rearing its ugly head – my in-laws’ subtle yet so evident hits towards me. Yes, I know! You don’t like me! Lol. I can’t help but laugh at how clever they think they are, believing they can pull wool over my eyes with their friendly smiles and chipper than usual chit-chat... but I see those fangs and daggers, I know you want to devour my flesh, see me vanish from family photos. Well, I am not going anywhere and my revenge will not only satisfy my emotional urge to tell you all off but it will be a rude awakening to see yourselves as you truly are.

13.1.13

Sunday evening


Well, it is Sunday evening and I just finished reviewing my most recent draft of the latest chapter I wrote for Hearthstone and prepped my notes for the next chapter. I am almost halfway done but really I can’t know for certain where I am in my story. 

When it comes to writing, no one really knows how many chapters or words it will take to create one part of a novel. I can anticipate 10 chapters for part one but it might end up being 8 or 13 instead. 

Nevertheless, I am on my way and I am trying my best to take advantage of the winter to write as much I can - no one wants to write when its summer, well at least I don't. If I wait too long, soon it will be long, hot sunny days and I won't meet my personal deadline. Focus and will power are my tools and I will get this done.



9.1.13

the curious case of ... looking too young

I feel cursed - and I am sure there are many who can sympathize.

Bottom line, I look young. About 5-6 years younger than I really am. Many say 'hey, it’s better to look young than old, especially later in life'

Sure, but you are not the one who has to deal with people who think they can treat you with such disrespect because they think you are just a kid.

The one thing I can't stand is when people, especially at work, think they can outright ask me how old I am. I'm not ashamed so I answer, and it’s the same line every time, 'but you look so young'

You want to see some ID?

UGH!!! I hate it; just leave me alone about my age. I wonder when in my life I will finally say that I look my age, the meeting point... or will I look 50 when I'm 70...