Uploaded on the 4th of July

To m American readers: Happy 4th of July! Please stay safe and sane.

New release update!

This was a story I wrote a couple years ago. It ran here on my blog for a week, then turned back into a pumpkin. I held onto it. I just didn’t feel it was ready to go out into the world at since then.

Our planet has had some trying times lately. COVID, racial violence, suicides, and all manner of things that the news likes to spew around. (I will keep my personal opinion out of this, I swear! – that’s a chant I’ve been saying to myself for 2 days now when I’ve tried to write this post.)

As it turned to July, I started thinking about this story. I don’t know why it popped into my mind, perhaps because of the title, and I laughed at myself that another year was going to pass without me being able to release it.

That’s when I got the sense I’d be releasing it on the 4th.

Here it is July 1st and I’m thinking of releasing a story I hadn’t looked at in nearly two years within three days.

Thank goodness the story is very short!

As I was reading through it, I saw why I needed to release it now. I think the story reflects the demoralized feeling many in the world have today and gives a message of hope.

Uploaded on the 4th of July was born out of a “fear” I had two years ago, along with some of my own personal feelings. At that time, we approached the 1 year mark for my father’s passing. I feel like this story helped me purge some of the emotions from my system and refocus. I hope that those who go and read this story have the same kind of healing I experienced.

For the moment (and this could change in the future), Uploaded on the 4th of July is only available on Amazon as an ebook. You can read for free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription, otherwise the ebook is only $0.99.

As an added bonus, there is a sample of Tangled Magic.

Keep believing that everything will work out in the end. Tough times come around and we must go through them as best we can. We may have different skin colors and different customs, but we are humans and we are all that humanity has. Be excellent to each other.

P.S. This was actually uploaded on July 3rd, but let’s not split hairs. (grin!)

The choice is yours

This blog comes about because of a post I saw on Facebook. I’m posting a clip of it below without any names.

Simple enough until a Debby Downer had to comment that these was words of hope until the darkness smothered you. I am paraphrasing, but barely. I was tempted to leave a comment, but couldn’t bring myself to.

I woke the next morning with this still ruminating through my mind.

I am not immune to the events of the world. Were I to be completely honest, I would admit my extreme dislike of humanity. I’ve spoken this aloud a few times, to which those around me delight in reminding me that I am human. A flaw in my character, believe me.

But I write because I want to have hope. Note that I didn’t say that I had hope, but rather that I want hope.

I do like several person on this planet we call home and cannot escape. But, I write to hang out with people who are champions and take on mantles that lead others into better lives. I write so that I can show people how to have courage, how they can choose to be better.’

The more I thought about this, the more I remembered that we all have choices. I usually say that in conjunction with people doing something that they want to do: write, paint, dance, sew, cook, whatever their talent is that they want to follow. But we have choices in our entire life.

I personally think that Debbie Downer is watching far too much news and hanging on every bad thing that happens in the world. Most people do. Now, I’m not advocating being uninformed, but I am saying, “Turn off the news!” When you listen to the talking heads (and that is just what they are), you pick up on their emotions. Those emotions influence what you are feeling along with their words. It imprints you, and usually negatively because good news doesn’t sell. Only misfortune gets ratings. So turn that crap off.

Then, when you read the headlines in the newspaper, as yourself if you want to bring that energy into your life or not. When you see a story about a girl being killed when hit by a truck, is that really something you want to spend your energy on? It’s not going to bring the girl back. Her family feels miserable. The driver of the truck, we hope, feels guilty and terrible. But it doesn’t change the situation. Do you really need to know more than the headline? Probably not. Why let it tap your energy any more? Make the choice to move along. Go read the story about Toys for Tots needing more donations. That’s actually something you might be able to help out with, to make a difference.

The Hermit use to be one of my least favorite cards of the Tarot, and one I got quite frequently. Then one day I read a great description in one of the books with a new deck I’d gotten. It talked about The Hermit, solitary, holding his light up for the world to see. He was a beacon, choosing to be alone, an individual of his own thoughts and actions. Someone could look upon him and his light and see a life worth living. He walks in the world, but does not let it taint him. Since then, I have taken that to heart and that is how I have chosen to live my life.

I might be human, but I am striving to be The Hermit. I want to be the reflection of what I wish to see in the world.

I don’t always succeed. I am, after all, human.

That won’t stop me from trying.

I realize I’m in charge of my choices. Every day, every moment. I can’t control the energy of others, but I know that I am responsible for my own happiness. Instead of concentrating on outside factors that I cannot control, I will focus on myself and what I can do.

This is my mission for 2019. I’d love for anyone brave enough to read this blog to join me. I may only be one, but I will be a light. If you join me, we make two. Maybe a third will join us, then a fourth. Be strong. Be love. Be the light.

It might be just what someone else needs.

The Last Ant

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Steven King is quoted as saying, “Write what scares you.”

The Last Ant scares the heck out of me.

It’s my darkest tale by far and I considered not publishing it. Natalie, my character and narrator of the story, has lived a life similar to my own in some ways. I found myself taking my own thoughts and pushing them to a psychotic edge. I kept teetering on this cliff, wondering when she would push me over. In some ways, the story was cathartic to write.

I had found what scared me: finding myself in a dystopian world, especially when I already feel like I’m watching the decay of society going on around me right now. At least Natalie was able to formulate a plan of escape.

Come jump down the rabbit hole with me. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.

Preorder now. Release date January 17, 2017.