Hello there friends, and welcome back to another nonsense adventure! This week, I wanted to tell you all about the hunting trip I’ve been on for the last many weeks. That’s right, I said hunting trip. No, not for a Winchester. No, not for a fluffy animal of any kind. …
When you’re told as a kid to follow your dreams, they never mention the implied subtext that’s seemingly universally accepted. You can be anything you want to be – so long as it’s universally okay. You can have fame, money, power – but you can’t lie, cheat, steal, or hurt…
Today in our final installment of the Where-Do-You-Come-Up-With-This Trilogy, Fictional Blake Lively time hops from memory to memory to explain the origins of a few short stories I am working on. There’s actually quite a few, but there are three that have fun birthings. Those shall be the conclusions of…
I love my ranch. I love the space and the seclusion. I love my animals and my crops. I love that no one bothers me way out here, and I love that I’m free to be myself. I can wear my favorite pair of overalls everyday – the ones that…
Well, after a cumulative total of about 39.5 hours in the car, driving out to Michigan for a wedding, I’m back home, and hope to never be in a car again. ::laugh:: Today, our mini-series continues with our heroines and heroes still starring in “Torie’s Life”. (Fictional Blake Lively and…
Most commonly asked question #1 for creative people (after “Are you crazy?!) — “Where do your ideas come from?” Or “How do you come up with this stuff?” I feel like I would ask in return “how do you not?” (Is that snotty or bitchy? Hmmm… well, no one will…
I was fuming! I could not believe what that asshat had done now. Though I should have known; all signs pointed to douche-baggery. No one was cute enough to forgive that! I snatched out my ancient P.O.S. cell phone and dialed bestie with shaking hands. It was already ringing when…
That is what I decided my brand would be. It fits me. It fits my writing. It fits my life. I mean, just look at that smile. Adorable right? Now, check my Google search history, and let me talk to you about serial killers. Then you’ll understand more of the…
I’d gotten used to the barren white walls after only a couple weeks. They were worth it for her. Anything was worth it for her. If I had to wear the same clothes day in and day out and stare at nothing but sterile, desolate white walls to see her…
I had forgotten I’d written these! They were for the Pikes Peak Writer’s Conference competition in 2018 (before I took over, because people got upset that I won every year). But I wrote them out on paper, and hand counted all the words – so I had no soft copies…
