Showing posts from March, 2010

A crazy little thing called change

"And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time."
-Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

My husband Joey received a promotion at work and he starts today. We met through our first job at K-Mart nine years ago this summer. Over the years, we have worked together at four different places, and that includes where I currently work. For the past two years, we worked on the same floor and had breaks together almost every day. This is a big change, but it is a good change for both of us. He will be using his talents in a supportive workplace, and I can read and write on my breaks.

We had a Zombie Movie Night on Saturday with the Core Con gang to help us get in the fun mode for the upcoming convention in three weeks. Everything is running smoothly and it is definitely going to be better than last year... and last year was awesome! We have all been working really hard and it was nice to just to visit and relax with some good (vegetarian!!!) food. We set up our p…

Getting Ready to Say Good-bye

The house and yard that I grew up in had trees encircling it. We couldn't look out one window and not see trees staring back at us. Behind our house, there was miles of trees and hills. I would step out of yard to find the beginning of a sprawling valley and on the other side, the hills hid the horizon. That is where I have felt most home in nature. During my teen years, I would find myself sitting on top of my father's combine to scribble in my journal as the sun set behind the hills, my cat rolling around in the dirt field below, and the rattle of leaves as the background music. I felt trapped between worlds.

I moved to Fargo in 2000 after I decided the National Guard wasn't for me and that pursuing an English degree would further my dream. There, trees grew along the river and downtown had the sprawling parks and little hills. I didn't like downtown since the driving was confusing, so I lived in the middle of apartment complexes and retail stores. The trees were just…

Irish Heritage

"He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath."

— Juliet Marillier, "Daughter of the Forest" (Setting: Ireland)

Growing up, our St. Patrick Day traditions were pretty basic in my household. There was the "pinching" rule if we didn't wear green. We usually had corned beef with boiled cabbage for supper. We always added either powder cheese or Velveeta on the top of the cabbage. The sliced cheese never really melted well onto the cabbage, but mostly just fell off. I loved it, nevertheless.
My mother bought me pins …


"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
Sylvia Plath

I keep trying to figure out how to make the pieces of my life that just don't seem to fit into another shape so they will fit. Sometimes, though, it is time to pick up a new piece and try that instead.

It has only been three months into this year, but I have been doing that a lot in my mind recently. My mind is a lot clearer and stronger than it has been for a long time so I am much more confident with the decisions I have been making. I do realize that mistakes will be happen, but that is part of life.

In regards to writing, I wrote around 100,000 words total last year. I did take a long break, but how can I beat myself up with those numbers? I just need to move forward and hope I keep doing that well!

I am going to begin edits on KIN a week earlier than I planned. I am going to print…


"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though will its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. the joy of love...the clarity of hatred...and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd truly be dead."
-Angelus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

People have started to say that my husband and I are passionate about the things we love, mine being mostly books and writing. I am not published yet, but I keep thinking that I have so much more to learn about writing. I think I can wait a little bit longer to get it right. I love books. Right now I have eight books and seven comic books on my nightstand. I have several books on my nook, an audio book on…