I have finally uploaded the first installment of my series onto the Channillo website. It is available for your reading pleasure. Check it out, subscribe to my page, and follow the adventurous tale of Leven Murdock!
I got some good news today. I applied at Channillo to write a series and publish each installment online and they accepted my application. It should be a good way to get my name out there and also bring in some new readers. My plan is to get the account and everything set up this weekend and hopefully have the first installment of my series out within the next week or so. I have a book I’ve been sitting on that would be perfect to break it down chapter by chapter for this occasion.
Let’s hope my year keeps going down this nice track!
I love loving in Iowa. It provides an ample supply of beautiful landscapes and an endless supply of corn and all things corn related. My family is here. My friends are here. And, most importantly, I can write to my heart’s content here.
The one thing about Iowa or the Midwest in general, is the damn weather. If it would make up its mind instead of fluctuating everyday of the week, we might get somewhere. Sure, it’s warmer today than it has been in a while, but it’s supposed to get cold and snowy again by the end of the week. No wonder my husband wants to move south to avoid the constant shifts in temperature and the relentless amount of snow.
But, as I’ve mentioned, I love it here. For some, unknown reason, I can’t see myself living anywhere else. Unless I hit the lottery and buy myself an island. That’s a fantasy for another day.
Inspiration just hit my brain so hard, I had to hurry to finish the paperwork for my day job so I could write down my brain’s new baby before I forgot everything. I just spent the last half hour, typing on my phone, the notes for a new story. I can’t wait to get this one started!
A great day for writing!
This year has not started out so great. My hopes were high for things to go good. In the first week, something bad happened and I knew it was going downhill from there.
Our dog, Baer, of almost twelve years old, went through his third surgery procedure to get a tumor removed again. His first night home wasn’t great and we had to rush him back to the vet the next morning. He started showing signs of doggie dementia, but after three weeks he was starting to come out of it.
Then, out of nowhere, last Thursday he gets real sick. He wasn’t eating and refused his snacks which was not like him at all. I begged him to pull through and be there Friday morning when I woke up and the stubborn dog didn’t listen. He passed in his sleep early Friday morning.
I’ve dealt with losing a pet before, but something about losing Baer was worse. He was my big baby. I looked forward to going home to see his goofy face and take care of him. It’s weird not waking up in the middle of the night to his raspy, maniacal breathing that told us he needed to go potty.
We’ll get another pup at some point in the future, but getting over Baer will take some time. He was a great dog. As my husband puts it, Baer was the best worst dog on the planet. We’ll love and miss him until the end of time, but I know he’s up there in doggie heaven rolling around in mounds of dog treats and toys.
We got a bit of a snowstorm over the weekend. The roads are slick and the temperature is close to zero. About two inches fell, but the snow drifts are deeper.
I remember as a kid how much I loved going out in the snow to play. We’d go sledding and have snowball fights and build snowmen. We attempted to build an igloo one year and it failed miserably. I could say I miss the days when I enjoyed this weather, but it would be a lie.
I don’t know what happened between my childhood years and adulthood to make me hate the cold weather and snow as much as I do. I find myself yearning for longer days and warmer nights. I can’t wait to go outside and not worry about freezing or dressing in a million layers to keep warm.
Spring will come soon. The grass will be green again. The seasons will go through their changes and in a year from now I’ll complain about the same cold and the same snow. It’s a never ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or just a great holiday season in general. There are too many holiday traditions to count, but I hope it was great all around the board.
I, for one, am kind of glad the holidays are coming to an end. Although I love spending time with family and seeing the delight on my nieces’ and nephews’ faces, the end of the holiday season means it’s that much closer to warmer weather. I’m a summer kind of gal and I am more than ready for this single digit temperature and the snow to disappear.
Well, the year is almost at an end. That means it’s time to start thinking about what’s going to come next for 2018. Other than the fact that we’ll all be writing 2017, scribbling it out to correct it with 2018. I’m among the millions with that problem.
My plan is to go into the new year with my head held high and hope for the best. Not only for myself in my own prospects, but for the country and the world. I hope things go smoothly all over the place. We don’t need a repeat of whatever horrible decisions we’ve made in the past. We need to push forward and make things better.
So, here’s to the holiday season. Here’s to spending time with family, friends, and loved ones. And here’s to a great future for all of us.
I had a horrible dream right before my alarm went off. I was at work. I was sitting on my uncomfortable chair, staring at the computer screen and the usual program that’s open. The phone rang and I said my line to the customer. It was a typical day at work–in other words, it was a freaking nightmare.
It’s bad enough that I wake up and go to work Monday through Friday. I try to forget that place exists the moment I clock out at the end of the day. My brain should know by now not to let it pop up in my dreams. I’d rather spend my night visions running from bad guys or fighting for my life against monsters. Not sitting at my boring desk like I already do in a daily basis.
Get with the program, brain! Never let this happen again.
Today, I’m going to keep it short and sweet and to the point. I’m hungry and I’m stuck working through my lunch. I’d rather be home writing, but unfortunately that won’t pay the bills yet. Maybe someday, but not today.