Music Tells My Stories

Good evening, my Lovelies! I hope this blog finds you doing well and that you have been having the best of weeks. Hell, I wish this week found me doing well and having the best of weeks, too. Alas, that is not the case. I told y'all from the beginning that I was going to be open and honest with you, so here we go.  I'm struggling this week. Actually, I've been struggling for longer than that, but this week, no matter how hard I try to look on the bright side, to find something positive, I can't quite seem to do it.  My mental health has definitely been on edge lately and this past week I've felt I was spiraling more than usual.  There hasn't been anything new going on that I can decisively pinpoint as being an accelerant to this spiral. I mean, it is mostly the same old shit around here. Home, work, health, etc - same, same, same. There was even a conversation this week that led me to say these exact words:  "There is no light. There is nothing but the eter

Good afternoon, my Lovelies! It is the weekend and so far mine has been wonderful! I know I'm late getting my blog out, and I apologize. Let me tell you a bit about why I'm late this week. I wrote a blog on Thursday. I worked hard on it in the short time I had available to do so, and as I was about to post it, I stopped and re-read all I had written. Garbage. Complete garbage. I don't like complaining and that was all I saw when I did my final read-through. I had been letting my thoughts marinate for the better part of a week and all I saw was trash. So even though I'm late and I absolutely despise being late, you're welcome. The fact that I am unbelievably anal about my writing has saved you from the misery of my doldrums. So, let's go a completely different route and discuss connections. Does anyone else find it absolutely mind-blowing that one connection can lead to so many different things and so many different people? I mean I've always kind of done the

Good morning, my Lovelies, and happy Saturday to you all! I hope you all have exciting plans for your weekend and that you make the most of whatever time you are able to devote to friends and family. I know I already made a post this week, but as I said, I'd had many different topics that I had considered for it. So, lucky you, you get a bonus blog! (I can hear the cheers of celebration as they go up around the world!) For years I've wanted to do one of those ancestry or DNA kits. Well, I finally took the leap a few weeks ago, put out the extra money, and got myself a 23andMe kit. I opened that bad boy, read the directions, re-read the directions, then went for it. I don't know if I had ever been so excited to spit before. I sealed up that tube, popped it in the mail, and walked out of the post office with the strangest feeling. I was excited but gracious was it odd knowing that I'd just mailed spit. The wait began. Now, don't ask me why, maybe I just needed confirm

Good morning, my Lovelies! It's Thursday and I'm desperately wishing it was the weekend instead. I hope you're having a fabulous week and that you've found a reason to smile, a reason to laugh, a reason to love. For a few days now I've been bouncing around ideas, different topics that I wanted to talk about, and still when I opened my blog program this morning, I did so with no idea or direction for what I wanted to share with you. But I heard my blog title song on the way to work this morning and it is now running through my head on a constant loop, so I'm taking it as a sign that it was meant to be my subject matter.  Kissing. There are so many different kinds of kissing and we experience a huge array of emotions during those kisses. There's the familial kiss, a simple show of love that is often a peck on the cheek. There's the first kiss that is most often anxiously awaited for and full of excitement at the possibilities of things to come. There's

Good evening, my Lovelies! I hope this finds that you're doing well, are having an amazing week, and that you've found a reason to smile. It's been a short work week here in the good old USA and you would think that would go a long way toward making my week a good one. Alas, while my week will be short, I'm having some long-ass days.  They say that the eyes are a window to the soul. Well, if you look in my eyes you're going to see the word "exhausted" written on my soul. You may also see phrases like "needs a drink," "needs a real vacation," or maybe even, "needs a sexual experience so damn amazing that she forgets how fucking exhausted she is." Whatever it is you see when you look in my eyes, just know that somewhere in there it should say, "she tried." Does anyone ever feel like they spend so much time trying to do and be everything that they end up doing and being nothing that you intended? I do. There are so many

Good morning, my Lovelies! Here's hoping that the day treats you well and that there are good things waiting for you when all the work is done. Can I tell you a secret? I'm horrible at keeping secrets. I really do try, but somehow or another they almost always slip out. Lucky for those that tell me their secrets, it's usually my husband who gets to hear them and, well, he never talks to anyone but me, so those secrets are still pretty much secret. I've told you all that, as with most writers, I pull from my life experiences and expand on those to fit the situation that I'm going for in my work. And I'm fairly certain that I've told you that the characters in my books are usually some crazy mix of attributes from people that I've met through the years and the stories they've shared. What does this have to do with secrets? Well, quite a bit when I take a true story, change the names and use it in my work. When I tell you to be careful about what you sa