Sorry doesn’t cut it!

I would like to start off with, sorry.

I know you are thinking: sorry doesn’t cut it.

I haven’t posted a blog in over a year, and I know you have missed my witty wisdom and comical events that seem to happen to me. Honestly, I am sorry. The bad fact is, I have no excuse. Other than I was binge watching Game of Thrones for the first time ever. (that was worth the time) I also moved to California from Oklahoma. The death of my little sister sent me into a whirlwind of emotions that I thought I didn’t have. Then I realized the fact that I was an awful big sister anyway. I’M NOT KIDDING ON THIS ONE!

The emptiness in my family from my little sister’s death is a silence that I can’t fathom. I have a dark sense of humor, I have seen death up close at the hospital I worked at. No more thinking of that. I do miss my little sister, she was the strongest woman I know to survive what she did.

My mother, at the age of 80 years of age is alone for the first time in her life. My step-father passed away three months after my little sister was killed in the car accident, and that is the reason I came to California. To be with my mom for awhile.

Buuuuuuuut, I miss my son and his family. I want to hear the laughter of my grandkids playing in the front yard. I want to hear my son call out, “MOM! bring me the power pack for the drill.” I don’t have the closeness with my California family that I do with my Oklahoma family.

The good point of being in California is I have so much time to write now. (I know why wasn’t I writing before now. I just didn’t know where to start.)

I have written a Christmas fantasy story for next Christmas, and co-write a novel with my mom. The Chat Pile is the life my mother should’ve had. Interesting to learn this about my mom. I nice love story, with some truths in The Chat Pile by M.I. Norman.

I have made a goal to write on my blog once a week, and try to build up my followers again.

Join, me, again, for an adventure in the World of Make Believe…


Nanowrimo 2017

First of all, this year has been a challenge on so many people. Funny how the human body can absorb so much bad news and still function, somehow. We all bleed red, and it breaks my heart to see the judgmental comments of people of different race, religion etc.

For Nanowrimo 2017 I decided to revamp all my short stories, blogs, writing prompts and combine them into a short story collection. I really thought I had the 50K word count under wraps when I began this adventure, but come to find out: short stories are that, short.  Surprisingly, all my short stories from the last three years do surpass the 50K word count, and I have reached my 43K entry for the Nanowrimo challenge, with still a good sixteen stories to enter.

I do love to write and I have notice the changes in my writing over the last three years. I have also notice the darkness that spews out of my pen during my dark moments.

To all of you that are dealing with some kind of hardship: you are not alone. We are here with you. Strength in many hands holding strong.

thank you all for bearing with me during this dark time in my life, I know I haven’t posted in a while, and after scanning through stories and posts for the last three hours, (when I should’ve been working on Nanowrimo) I have truly missed my blogging people.

Love to you all, and have a wonderful Thanksgiving.






My newly release novel, Passenger with the Airbag Off can be purchased by clicking on the Createspace link: Createspace

I want to thank everyone that tolerated me during this time. Working full time and writing full time is a mind boggling experience.

EXCERPT FROM BOOK: The Passenger with the Airbag Off is a story of a woman living a life of make believe. Georgia Drake records her daily activities in her journals. Each joupassenger bookrnal entry is a step towards a profound freedom she has never known. Georgia’s world has been turned upside down when she stops taking the prescribed medications her husband and doctors insist she take. Will she be able to function as a normal person without the medications? Will she be able to remember why she needs the medication?
Her oil tycoon husband, Douglas jet sets her around the world to exotic and not-so-exotic places. Georgia feels worldly and extravagant at moments in her life because of her husband’s eccentric living arrangement for them, but is Douglas concealing the true purpose of their travels?
A mysterious young girl is present at every destination where Georgia and her husband reside. Georgia is torn with her emotions about the young girl. When Georgia witnesses an altercation between her husband and the young girl, her fears increase.


Or should I say Wrif-wraf writer? (Just to have a comical view of this)
Being a new author is so very hard!
In my mind I’m working hard, focusing on improving my writing skills, taking courses, reading reference books after reference book, reading how-to books. Rewriting my first, second, third, fourth and etc. drafts.
Then, there’s that moment when an established author will comment, “why would anyone self-publish?” Or “Ooooh, you self-published” or Oh, you should get an agent.”
If it was that easy, the moment a writer decided to be an author THEY would suddenly have an agent and publisher all lined up ready with a contract for that big publishing company. If it was that easy!
I submitted and the wonderful informative responses I received was to get knowledge of writing. To improve on my own writing skills, and then submit again. None of the sixty-five rejection letters stated, “Oh you should get an agent.”
I am new to the author process. We all start at the beginning.

frustrated-writerDon’t we?
It’s not like you write your first draft and boom, the top publisher is burning up your inbox. It is a struggle for all of us that wonder if our work is good enough.
I know each one of us comes from different environments, backgrounds, countries and upbringings. We all have our life struggles and boy do those struggles sometimes get us down. I make sure I am respectable of people around me.
I feel there are enough readers out there in this world that will read all of our books within time.
Unfortunately, there are those moment when I do cry because I wonder if I am good enough to have twenty people to read my books. I’m not looking for the million readers mark (even though that would be nice) but I know my reality, and just to have someone request my book is such a reward for me personally.
It took me a while to type this out. The handwritten version has sat on top of my printer for two weeks now, and tears and a shaky finger to hit publish, motivates me to type my feelings out tonight.
Be kind to your fellow authors, and write your little hearts out.


We all drive in the weather. Snow, hail, wind, rain, dust from the wind, ice on the roads, heat beating down on the blacktop roads. I just feel the weather has gone a bit crazy. Snow in May in Texas! What is up with that?

I am sitting by my window looking out at the trees blowing all over the place. Branches just dropping off and shattering as the old wood hits the ground. (I am suppose to be formatting my next book) but the sound coming from outside is down right scary.

I have sat in the storm shelter three times now, and not knowing what is happening is scary enough. The sound is the most terrifying to me. Created by the gods and mother nature herself, the sound of a storm can be ferocious to ones ears.

I am wishing everyone safe travels during this crazy weather event in the mid-west, and for everyone else that is on the road just trying to get home from church or work.

Be safe everyone. Get home and hug your family, kiss the four-legged family members as well.


The Longing to Belong (A story created for Faerie Magazine,

elf Magazine

The Longing to Belong


Finally alone, Naleen removes the beastly egg from her satchel. She is drawn to the opalescence of the egg. Each moment she touches the glowing incubator she feels the power growing within. She stands near the edge of the forest. The trees hide her well as she blends in with her environment. She wants to be part of this world. She wants to belong.


She gazes at the egg one more time. Will she risk her wellbeing for the life of an illuminating dragon? Can she put the dragon’s life below all her desires to belong? She wants to be accepted by the nightshade tribe. The leader, Marto told her she had to find the only illuminating dragon egg and destroy the unknowing beast.


The eggs motions caress Naleen’s fingertips. Her heart is pounding as she takes in a deep breath and whispers a goodbye to the unborn winged creature. Naleen’s fingers can’t release the egg. Tears form in her eyes as the egg reveals the true reason for its existence.


         The dragon wants to be loved as well. He is the last of his kind, without him the sun will fade from the earth’s atmosphere. Darkness will take over the planet. Guilt sweeps over Naleen and she cries for her misguided reasons. She swears her allegiance to the egg and holds it to her heart.


          She has found her true love for light and life.