Wednesday, September 7, 2011


So for our first challenge we have been given the prompt "The door swung open" to begin our 200 word or less flash fiction or poem. For an added challenge we can end it with "The door swung shut" and stop at 200 words exactly.
I've decided to try my hand at poetry and stick with the theme that is my life. ;) Heck, I already over used the life as a road analogy why not abuse the doors and windows in your life analogy??
For more info on this challenge and upcoming challenges check out The Campaign at Rach Writes. If you didn't sign up to be a Campaigner you can still participate in the challenges but just won't be eligible for prizes.

OK, on to my poem.
Please forgive me, I don't write poetry so this is going to be rough.
Feel free to make fun of my attempt at rhyming. ;)

The Door

The door swung open
and I peered inside,
fearing what it may be.

A world,
another realm,
dark and foreign
with strange voices calling to me.

I stepped upon the threshold,
to balance amid two worlds,
to hope for bold.

Yet it didn't come.

Instead I longed for comfort
of the world
that crumpled behind me
and feared the world
so new
stretched far as my eyes could see.

"What trepidation is this?"
The voices asked.
"To dread the thrill
of adventure's deep kiss.

No more looking back
the world you knew
has turned to black,
it no longer exists for you."

The voices spoke truth,
for in my heart
I already knew.

With a deep breath in
I stepped into the world
and it caught when I felt myself fallin'
but when I opened my eyes
I was flying not falling
and a new life unfurled.

"This is your home now
make of it as you desire,
only you can make your fear bow,"
They said.
"We only ask that you soar higher."

I nodded, not asking why
I knew they were right, but
I needed to say goodbye.
As I turned around

The door swung shut.

Aha! 199 words!

Friday, September 2, 2011


I'm still fairly new to this blogging thing and have been learning as I go.
I was wondering what is the best way to respond to comments on my blog?
Or, better yet, how would you prefer I respond to your comments?
I've been responding in my own comment section because that seems to be the most popular way but I know that I don't always go back to a post I've commented on so I know a lot of people probably will never see my response.
Which is fine but sometimes you guys say something really cool and I want to make sure you know I read it and liked it.
should I go to your blog and respond in YOUR comment section to something you wrote in mine?
Should I send you an email response?
Maybe message you on Twitter?
As you can see I'm a lost newbie blogger! Lol!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011



I disappeared for most of the summer and I feel really bad because I also disappeared on a blogfest I signed up for. For that I am SO SORRY.
I'd claim alien abduction but only a few of you would believe me. ;)

But in a way I was abducted. My brain was abducted and held captive by worry and stress. The life I thought I was going to lead was abducted and re-deposited into this new alien life.
So, yea, let's just go with alien abduction.
I think it works.

As I'm sure all of you know, life derails us from time to time.
Sometimes we see it coming.
 Other times we're cruising along, enjoying the view and next thing we know we're plunging head first into a canyon because we didn't see the bridge out signs.
 Lucky for me I've been derailed before (doesn't that sound super lucky?) so I learned to always watch for the bridge out and/or detour signs.
But even though I saw it coming I still felt trepidation when I saw the detour loom ahead and the path I expected to take completely washed out. And as I made the turn onto this alien path, road, track (whatever analogy I'm working with. Lol!) I mourned the path I thought would be my future, looked differently upon the path behind me and feared the unknown path ahead of me.
Because for some ridiculous reason we think that our lives will take this straight path. When a pothole or detour stands in our way we're surprised. And it's ludicrous! (I love it when I get to use that word. Hehe!) I mean if we've lived any significant amount of time we should have learned that life is NEVER a straight path!
 When I look back at the path I've taken so far I see it wasn't by any means a smooth, straight road through a shady meadow.
 No, it more closely resembled a rollercoaster rather than a path.
 And that's just fine!
Because a straight, peaceful path is boring.
 A rollercoaster is exciting!
As a parent this disturbs me greatly but she is the perfect example of embracing the bumps in the road. ;)

When you're writing or reading you don't want to experience the life of a character who has a normal, cookie-cutter, straight-laced life. You rather she have no idea of what's about happen. Just when she thinks she has everything figured out you want the rug ripped out from underneath her. You want twists, turns, excitement, joy, fear, sadness, hatred and love.
Because that's what makes a great story
what makes a great life.

So when life sends you on a detour don't let it define you as the person who was abducted by aliens and re-deposited on some scary, alien path to be forever lost. Just dust yourself off, take out the probe (had to) and whip out your machete so you can forge ahead. ;)
And if you don't believe me here are some of the many of things that's been guiding me since being abducted.

Good old Robert Frost.
"Two roads diverged in the woods and I--I took the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

"...Drench yourself with words unspoken.
Live your life with arms wide open.
Today is where your book begins.
The rest is still unwritten..."

No judging! This is an awesome song! Lol!

"...The struggles I'm facing
the chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking.

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
just gotta keep going.

And I, I got to be strong
just keep pushing on..."

One of my friends had this posted on Facebook:

"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in a pretty and well preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up and exclaiming loudly...

This just makes me giggle.

So there you have it.
Sometimes life throws us a major suck-fest but that doesn't mean YOUR LIFE has to suck.
YOUR LIFE is what YOU make of it.
Go ahead and tend to your wounds
then dust yourself off,
pick yourself up,
pop your neck,
crack those knuckles
and say

What about you?
Do any of you have something that gets you through when the road gets bumpy or detours you?

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The CAMPAIGN formerly known as CRUSADE is Baaaack!

First I'd like to apologize for my extended absence. I'll post about that soon.

But for now...

Rach is back with another CRUSADE!!


This time with a shiny new logo and name! :)


If you have no idea what this is then I have this to say to you:
WTF?! Get over to Rach Writes and read all about it!
It's a great way to connect with other writers in your genre, build your platform and have fun in the process. So what are you waiting for?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


"The Rules: 

1) Sign up below

2) Take the greatest, dumbest, weirdest...just whatever kind of writing question you have, and post it on your blog Wednesday. 

3) Head over to as many blogs as you can that are on the list and answer their question they've posted if you know the answer or can help.

4) Follow as many blogs you want to, make connections, build your platform."

I just want to get this out there: I'm awful at asking questions. I rarely do it. I never raised my hand in class. And even though "there's no such thing as a dumb question", my questions are often dumb. To add to this disclaimer, the question I'm asking isn't necessarily writing related as it is already-published-author related.

But I just had to ask...

How the heck do authors afford all their book tours and swag?? Is it paid for by the publishing house? Is that what the advance is for?

I always wonder this when I see tweets or posts from authors talking about heading off on another book tour, especially if it's out of country!

 So, there's my question. I know it's not exactly writing related but I couldn't think of anything with this question swirling about in my head. ;)

Monday, July 4, 2011



I am proud of this country because...

"O, thus be it ever when freeman shall stand,
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with the victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause, it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

Last verse of Star-Spangled Banner
Francis Scott Key
September 1814

"Rally round the flag, boys!
Rally one again;
There are traitors in the camp boys,
And pirates on the Main:
There are rebels in the front boys,
A foes across the sea,
Who hate the proud republican
And scoff at you and me.

Rally round the Flag, boys!
Rally in your might;
Let the nations see how freemen
Can battle for the right;
Make the throbbing mountains echo
With the thunder of your tread;
With music sweet of martial feet
Salute our gallant dead.

Rally round the flag, boys;
Rally with cheer;
For all you love and cherish most,
For all that you hold dear,
Defend the brave old banner,
Unsullied from the earth
Within its folds enshrined it holds
All that this life is worth.

The rally round the Flag, boys;
Rally, rally still!
Rally from the valley,
And rally from the hill;
Rally from the ship, boys,
And rally from the plow;
Now or never is the word--
Never! failing now."

Raising the flag on Iwo Jima
February 23, 1945

"Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon.
July 1969 A.D.
We came in peace for all mankind."

We will NEVER forget.

 And to all my friends from other great countries:
Have an awesome day!
I didn't forget you. ;)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


I'm sure many of you have heard of Tahereh Mafi's upcoming debut SHATTER ME due to be released November 15, 2011.
(My birthday! Yay!)
If you haven't:

"Juliette hasn't touched anyone in exactly 264 days. The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette's touch is fatal. As long as she doesn't hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old-girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don't fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.

The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war- and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she's exactly what they need right now.

Juliette has to make a choice: Be a weapon. Or be a warrior.

In this electrifying debut, Tahereh Mafi presents a world as riveting as The Hunger Games and a superhero story as thrilling as The X-Men. Full of pulse-pounding romance, intoxicating villainy, and high-stakes choices, Shatter Me is a fresh and original dystopian novel—with a paranormal twist—that will leave readers anxiously awaiting its sequel."

Sounds sooo good!

Well lucky for us she has ARCs!
And she is holding a contest with two, 2!, chances to win.
It's going to be chosen by random.org and the more we spread the news the more entries we get.
Hence the blog.
I really, really want this book!
So the ARCs she has now don't have cover art
Tahereh plans on doing another contest when the ARCs with cover art come in!

But seriously, we all know it's what is on the inside that counts.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


I want to tell you a story.
A story of courage, determination and triumph.
 A true underdog tale.

No, no, no. Not that Underdog. Sillys. Though, I do feel compelled to address the super saggy gut Underdog has. What's going on there??
I'm getting distracted.
On to my Underdog story.

Still no. My story will pull at the heartstrings. It can even make a grown man cry. It's triumph against all odds. Can the movie RUDY make such a claim?? (heehee)


This moving tale took place in my front yard just a few hours earlier.
It is about

An inflatable slide (the villain)

In case you're concerned the boy isn't actually headless. Oh, and that is my sister's foot. The slide tried to kill her and she narrowly escaped. See? Villain.


Amanda (the heroine)

See how innocent & demure looking I am? I'm even wearing an angel necklace (thank you Luna!) which could only mean I'm angelic. Plus! Sepia is my natural color, so obviously I'm a minority. The odds are already against me!

Today the children decided they were no longer going to wait for summer, 78 degrees is warm enough!
So out came the inflatable slide and goosebumps.
The day was filled with children's laughter, shrill screams and splashes.
It was a merry end to our extended weekend.
But the day was growing dark and I was growing anxious.
(Seriously. It's a type of flower and I was growing it in my- yeeaaa, that was pretty lame.)
Because, as everyone knows, an inflatable slide only keeps up its facade of being a fun toy for children during the day.
 But after the sun goes down and the witching hour begins its true identity is revealed!

Duhn duhn duuuuuh!
Cue sinister music. 
*shudders* Admit it, that is freaking terrifying!
In case any of you are insane and want onehttp://www.partyexpressoutlet.com/inflatables.htm

From 3 AM until sunrise its reign of terror will wreak havoc on the unsuspecting neighborhood.
More specifically the grass underneath it.
I had no choice. I had to put it away, tonight.
After quickly shooing the children away (they didn't need to see what would happen next) I unplugged the shape shifting slide and jumped back. This angered it greatly, it weaved back and forth in a threatening manner, hissing at me.
But I could see it also was weakened.
With a menacing whisper it gave me a warning: "If you put me in that Rubbermaid container while I'm wet I'll grow colonies of mildew and mold that you'll NEVER RID ME OF!!"
I gasped.
The children would never forgive me. I checked my watch, (Actually I don't wear a watch, I checked my phone. But saying 'I checked my watch' still is the universal way of saying 'I checked the time' so I used watch in this instance. Aaand I seem to have gone off on a tangent. My apologies. ) I still had time.
 But I had to work fast!
I grabbed a towel and went to work. The slide writhed in my grip. When I tried to dry a spot it'd fall limp, making it nearly impossible. Then it would taunt me by saying, "You missed a spot." "Mold!" "Mildew!" "Slime that'll smell like FISH!" I gritted my teeth. I wouldn't let its torments get to me.
I had to be strong.
For the children. But more importantly, for the grass.
After I was satisfied it was thoroughly dried I heard the slide snicker.
 I knew why.
The battle had barely begun and already I was exhausted from drying it. I stared down at the slide, hoping I'd intimidate it and not let on I was trying to catch my breath.
"Please," the slide said. "I know you're in no condition to fight me." It was going to prey on my weaknesses. "How's your foot?" It asked me. "It's fine." It wasn't. (My previous post tells that story.) "What about that nasty cough you had, do you think your lungs will hold up?"
 I crossed my arms. "Of course." I wasn't so sure.
 "Fine," it said, "bring it!"
So I brought it.
I started at its pool end. That is where it is weakest. I folded it over twice and began to roll it.
The slide rolled its eyes.
It unfolded itself. It pushed out, loosening the roll. It sucked in air making unwanted air pockets.
But I persevered.
I yanked back on it and tucked and rolled it even tighter.
I was nearing the slide portion.
I gulped.
I knelt on the roll and wiped at the sweat forming on my brow.
"You don't have what it takes," the slide said.
"Yes. I. DO!"
I started using my fists to tuck in the folds. I grabbed at the air pockets and slammed them down then shoved them into the roll.
"Stop it! I could tear. What would the children say?"
Empty threats. It had realized it had underestimated me.
The stairs and canopy were coming up.
Both of us knew it was DO or DIE.
The slide ballooned up.
I jumped onto the roll, holding it in place.
"You're not rolling me tight enough! I'll never fit in that Rubbermaid," it mocked.
"I'll make you fit!" I screamed.
With my knees on the roll I threw my upper body onto its puffed up remains.
I heard it hiss as it ballooned out on either side of me.
I punched at it.
It hit back.
The battle was epic and if any neighbors were out they would have witnessed a miraculous show of will.
(Or possibly just a show.)
We were in a brutal grappling match.
Punch. Tuck. Roll. Body Slam.
Pull. Yank. Twist.
I had burns on my cheek and arms from its rough material.
Grass and dirt was on my shirt. My hair was falling from my ponytail. The back pocket of my jeans was on my left hip. (Read pants were twisted.)
But a smile was on my face.
I sat on top of the roll as I listened to its last breath come out in a wheeze.
And with the last of my strength I heaved it into the Rubbermaid container and slammed its air pump on top of it.
Only when the lid clicked in place did I let myself cave to my exhaustion.
I waited for the cheers.
The pats on my back for beating the odds.
They didn't come.
"Mom?" I turned to see my boys and their friend behind me. "Andy (name changed to protect the "innocent".) is going to spend the night tonight, ok?" I nodded.

 "Oh, and you're going to put the slide up tomorrow, right?"

So, are all of you awed and moved??
*crickets chirp*
Fine then, go watch your RUDY!

Have any of you been bested by an inanimate object?
Ok, what about when you're writing, have any of you been harassed by one of your characters whenever he/she is not in the scene? Making it difficult to concentrate because he or she is jumping up and down saying, "Me! Me! Write about me! I'm not in this, why aren't I in this scene?!"
Still no?
I guess it's just me then.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Round three of trying to post this. Anyone else having Blogger issues right now?


Ok, so I need to first apologize for being absent in the Blogshpere lately. Spring has been more than chaotic and my online presence has suffered greatly. But things are beginning to slow down so I'm hoping to get around to visiting your blogs soon. ☺

 It seems like Mother nature has been unleashing some serious wrath this spring. More currently the outbreak of tornadoes that have been wreaking havoc on the citizens of the southeast. The heart wrenching stories we hear from the victims and the stories unfolding as I type will continue as the forces of nature relentlessly terrorize. This morning my husband left for a month for Alabama where he'll be aiding the victims in Tuscaloosa.
 I need a distraction. And I'm sure many of you do as well. SO, I wanted to try and make you smile today. (Well besides that little tidbit of doom.) I know that this is a great community of Bloggers and already many of you are using your blogging skills to help the tornado victims. You guys are all amazing, you proved that during Write Hope. ☺

Last Friday I had a little incident and I've been gimping about ever since. There's been a few speculations as to what happened...all lies. Lies I tell ya!

I'm here to set the record straight. ;)

Now I'm sure my husband, Bobby, will try to weave a web of lies and make you believe I wrecked a little 1978 trail bike and that's how I hurt myself. But that'd be false. In all actuality it was a


I'm not usually one to brag but...I'm a freaking natural! This was my FIRST time ever on a vehicle that wasn't safely grounded by four wheels with a high back seat AND seat belts, safely encasing driver and passengers with metal on all sides. And I'd be amiss to say I wasn't at first intimidated my the pure raw power of this machine. So for awhile I teetered precariously on the bike ranging in speeds of 10mph and 2 as I got a feel for the clutch, brake and gears.

But before long I was cruising up and down my street. I was pushing break neck speeds upward of 25mph!!

I was soaring.

It was as close to flying as I was going to get. Heck, it was as close to running as I was going to get.

I felt free.


Maybe a little cocky.

Wanting to live up to my self proclaimed title as a bad ass I started taking the turns faster. I'd put my foot down and lean into the turn as I pulled back on the throttle (As Seen on TV) making that awesome grating sound as the bottom of my shoe slid over loose gravel signifying my coolness.

Amanda Milner: HARDCORE

I was flying back down my road. My fastest yet! ( I had to be pushing 25mph) I readied myself for another bad ass turn as I passed Bobby who was trying hard to not look impressed as he sprayed weeds in the ditch.

HIGHWAY TO HELL by AC/DC played loudly all around me, a fitting theme song for my new hard core persona.

Of course if you ask Bobby, who's a liar, he'll tell you I was singing FREE FALLING by Tom Petty. 0.o

Then it happened.

~Now I think it's been well established that you can't believe a word my husband says on this matter. Obviously he is threatened by a wife who surpasses him in awesomeness. So when he tells you I got a little too cocky and took the turn a little too fast, ignore him. He may even go as far to say I hit the throttle instead of the handbrake resulting in me sliding on my side with my foot trapped under the bike which is a LIE.
I mean that just makes me seem pathetic.~

Nope, you have to hear my more accurate account of what happened.

Because it's AWESOME.

You see, as I took the turn, flawlessly, I came face to face with a tank that'd completely blocked the road in a threatening manner. Strapped to the roof of the tank was an Armed. Nuclear. Warhead.

And guarding the nuke were guerrilla-looking terrorists with machine guns.

And ninjas.

The nuke was aimed at my peaceful little town of Wenatchee and the ninjas and machine guns were aimed at me.

There was little time to react. I looked to Bobby for guidance but he was already saving the yard from ruthless weeds.

It was up to me.

I alone had to save our town.

And the world.

I hit the throttle. Machine gun fire rained down obliterating the road before me as I dodged each lethal strike with super human precision.
Right before hitting the tank I cranked the handlebars, laying the bike on its side and sliding under the tank in an explosion of sparks and curses from the terrorists.
As I came to the other side I grabbed at the undercarriage of the tank and flung myself onto the back of the tank in a move that'd put Lara Croft to shame.

The stunned terrorists never had a chance to turn their weapons back on me before I had them disarmed. Defenseless they yelled for their ninjas to attack.

The ninjas were fast.

But I was faster.

One by one they fell. Littering the tank like crumpled candy bar wrappers.

With the last one down I checked on Bobby who was mercilessly annihilating a particularly bad weed.

My relief was only temporary.

Seconds ticked on the clock of the live nuke.

I tried to disarm it but it was locked with a 20 digit code. I lifted the panel to McGyver it but it was obviously rigged with countless trick wires. One wrong clip...

The nuked counted down.

NO! I couldn't lose now!!
Wenatchee wasn't going down like this!
So I kicked it.
I kicked the sh** out of it.
1...The nuke shut down.

I grimaced through my triumphant smile as I slid off the tank and into the arms of my awestruck husband.

And THAT is the almost true account of how I hurt my foot.

No, my foot is not normally that lumpy. Yes, I really DO need a pedicure.

So please tell me, have any of you done something particularly idiotic and wished there was a better story to tell when someone asked you "how the heck did THAT happen??"
I'd love to hear it.

Friday, April 29, 2011

To the WRITE HOPE volunteers, donors & bidders who rock, I salute YOU!

Are we not adorable?! I do believe i prefer myself this way. Our very own talented artist, Luna, drew this as a thank you to all of you who participated and helped us raise a fine chunk of change for the victims of Japan's tsunami.

And what was that fine chunk of change, you may ask?
Well I'll tell ya...
From the auctions...
We raised....
$10,351 !!

Woo! Hoo!!!
But wait! There's more!
That's right, we're not finished.
I mean why stop at $10,351?? Let's go higher!
The very talented Luna will make you your very own Write Hope t-shirt and book mark!

Here's the design. Lovely, right? And you get to choose the colors of the t-shirt and design!
So what are you waiting for?
This is not an auction so you're guaranteed to win!

I want to apologize for being absent on blogger and with my fellow Crusaders.
During the auctions for Write Hope I spent all my allotted Internet time Tweeting about Write Hope and then the chaos of spring came down on me full force and I am just barely coming up for air.
I am sorry Crusaders!

Now, if your a Vampire Diaries fan and haven't seen this weeks episode, turn away now.
Possible *SPOILER* coming up!
I swear to Klaus I will go APE SH** CRAZY and boycott V.D.!!
But I'm serious!
I don't even care that after your sweet, heartfelt moment with Elana, with those sad puppy dog eyes and your totally heart wrenching line, "I can't lose you." you went completely psychotic and forced your blood down her throat.
 Nope, don't care.
 I get it.
Desperate times.
Desperate measures.

♥I'm still Team Damon.♥

Friday, April 1, 2011


The response, not only from the bidders but the many who came forward to donate has been moving to say the LEAST. I absolutely ADORE this community of writers and feel honored to be a part of it.
Marieke said it well in this post. I couldn't agree more.
So if by some crazy chance you haven't heard of Write Hope, you HAVE to check it out. You won't be disappointed you did. ☺

In other news.
BETH REVIS is holding another AWESOME contest!
And since I crave new, shiny, smells delish books like a crack addict craves, well...crack, I totally jumped aboard!
In her own words:

"Here's how it works:
  • Starting on April 4th a new author will be featured on the iClue Site each week.
  • The author will post their mystery on the site on Monday.
  • On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we will post links to The Reading Room and two book bloggers who will be posting a special clue to help you solve the mystery.
  • Once you've solved the mystery you send us the correct solution using a form on the website.
  • If you enter the correct solution you get one entry into the contest.
  • Solve all 6 mysteries you get 6 entries to win the iTouch.
iClue launches next week (April 4th) with my mystery, featuring some of the characters from ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. Solve the mystery, get the password, and you'll get an entry to win an iPod Touch! So make sure you check back next week for this!"

Monday, March 21, 2011

2nd Challenge & Write Hope news

~First of all~
Have you visited Write Hope?
Why the heck not??
These items are up for bid now:

  • A signed copy of XVI by Julia Karr
  • A 30 minute Skype chat with Meredith Barnes
  • A signed copy of The Reinvention of Edison Thomas by Jacqueline Houtman
  • A 20 page critique from author Rae Carson
  • A pre-order of Bad Taste in Boys and 20 page critique from Carrie Harris
  • A signed copy of Losing Faith by Denise Jaden
  • A signed copy of If I Stay and ARC of Where She Went by Gayle Forman
Much More To Come!

~Second of all~

It's time for the Second Crusade Challenge!!
So, in 100 words or less (you're keeeeling me Rach!) we are to write a flash fiction story starting with the words, "The goldfish bowl teetered". For even more of a challenge, write it in the genre you write.
Hmmm, so here is my Paranormal flash fiction starring a goldfish!

The goldfish bowl teetered on the edge of the counter. Light flashed inside, casting warbled light on the walls.
"Creepy carny guy gave me a radioactive fish!" I yelled, ducking. I heard a strange whine then a loud pop,  glass shards & water sprayed the kitchen. I peeked around the corner & gasped. A hot, yet very naked, guy replaced the fish. He blinked at the water dripping from his dark hair. "What the hell?" he mouthed before noticing me. He startled and grabbed the glass fruit bowl next to him, oranges bounced at my feet.
I smiled & wondered if I should tell him the bowl just magnified & distorted.
"Hi," I said instead. "I named you Ariel, I'm guessing that'll never do."

Whatever! HIS name could be Skidmark and I bet no one would care!

Thank you CW's Smallville for casting hot guys
and someone named cherryvamp over at Photobucket for the pic!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Today when I think of Japan the image that comes to mind is not of its majestic snow capped mountains, luscious vegetation, sprawling metropolis or sweeping coastline.

Not even cherry blossoms come instantly to mind.

What I see when I think of Japan are images that would put the movie 2012 to shame.

Because that is what the citizens of Japan are living in right now.

Devastation of apocalyptic proportions.

  • 8.9 magnitude quake
  • 5th largest quake recorded
  • 2,414 confirmed dead
  • 10,000 estimated death toll
  • 2 people found alive in rubble
  • 5 million with out power
  • 76,000 buildings destroyed
  • 9.8 inches the Earth was thrown off axis
  • 7.8 feet Japan was shifted

As I watched the events unfold in awe struck horror a growing pain of sympathy and helplessness over came me. I was overwhelmed. This was impossible! How can they ever come back? It keeps getting worse!

The tidbits of hope the news gave was hardly enough to sustain me when in the next breath more bad news flooded in like the tide that washed a thousand bodies on shore.

Then the obviously more brilliant ladies of my critique group came up with a plan while I walked around in a stupor. They created WRITE HOPE.

"Welcome to Write Hope! We're an international group of Kidlit writers with a connection to Japan. Some of us have lived there. Some of us speak the language. Some of us love the culture. Some of us simply think Japan is exotic and mysterious.

The land of the rising sun and cherry blossoms in spring.

These last few days one thing that binds us above all is our mutual horror at the disasters striking Japan - from earthquakes to tsunamis to nuclear meltdowns.

We want to do our bit to help. To that end we have formed Write Hope. We're busy preparing everything now and over the next few weeks we plan to auction kidlit books, critiques, and other prizes for donation to the relief fund of our chosen charity Save the Children. "

Genius, right? Donations have already been coming in and it looks like the wonderful community of kidlit writers are wanting to do their part in helping. You guys are all so cool!

This is Nozomi, she is Write Hope's Mascot.