Poetry posts and Review of Events

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This morning my post is up on the Writer’s Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.  It’s a song lyric from my first Shredded Orphans novel “Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans”.  Check it out here:


In other news, I had two great events in the past few weeks.  At the end of April I had a delightful time with 14 other authors at a book signing at the University Bookstore in Mill Creek.  It was a fun evening filled with books and food.

The other was my very first book reading at the Neverending Bookshop in Bothell.  It was  so nice to see everyone who turned out for it and the owner, Annie, did a great job of setting up for the event and making me feel welcome and comfortable.  I read the first chapter of “Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans“, part of “The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates” and a smattering of poems from “Requite Me: Poems of Love Jealousy and Angst“.  The two hours just flew by.  Also, there were brownies and banana muffins.  What more could you want?


GoodReads Giveaway winners of Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans!


Thanks to all 544 people who entered the GoodReads giveaway for Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans.   I wish I could send you all a copy of the book.  The two lucky giveaway winners are Melissa and Sheri.

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I’m so thrilled with the response to this giveaway.  It’s the first GoodReads giveaway that I’ve done in celebration of the release of The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates, book two in the series.  I’ll definitely think about doing another giveaway for book two at some point in the future.

Thanks again to all who entered.  I really appreciate your interest in my books!

Happy Reading!


13 Days Left in the GoodReads Giveaway! #Freebook


Win a paperback Copy of Space Tripping!

Celebrating the release of The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates I have a GoodReads giveaway for book 1 in the series.  See where it all began.

There are 13 days left (and counting) in the Goodreads Giveaway for Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans.  I have two actual, smell-the-new-paper, paperback copies to send to a lucky winner.

Click here to enter!

Then scroll down and click on the “Enter Giveaway” button.  Good luck and Happy Tripping!

April is National Poetry Month! #npm16

Happy National Poetry Month!


Two years ago, I did a marathon blog of posting one poem a day for the entire month.  It was a blast, but a little nuts.  Check out the archives for April 2014 starting with the one linked here to read the great poems that I posted with the help of a lot of fellow poets and writers.

Also, you can click on the banner below to find 30 ways to celebrate National Poetry Month.  I’m celebration by buying a book of poems.  (Bought one two weeks ago, but Darn! it wasn’t April)


Enjoy this month of poems and I’ll leave you with one from the new Shredded Orphans book out soon, The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates.

This Mine is Mine

You might own me,
but I own this mine
Because this mine is in me
It burns through my skin
It fills my lungs
This mine comes alive within me

Red dust
Red dust
Tap a vein
Red flows
Red flows
Liquid gold

Swallowed by darkness
I travel inside
Scraping the life from within
Spilling my guts
And gutting the mine
This duel has come to a draw

Red dust
Red dust
Tap a vein
Red flows
Red flows
Liquid gold

You take my life
I take what’s mine
My blood is in the soil.
You can not own
What you do not know
Forever this mine is mine.

Forever this mine is mine.

Book Giveaway

Just a short post.  Fellow author, Blakely Bennett,  is having a Book Release Day Giveaway party on Facebook. Looking forward to it.  For those of you that don’t know about the party, you can check it out on the link below and enter to win ebooks and other great prizes.  I have 5 ebooks of “Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans” in the pot for prizes.  Good luck!



How far would you go to make your characters real?

Recently, and by that I mean a year ago, I decided to take a circus class.  The class was offered by SANCA in Seattle.  It was a great family intro class.  I purchased the class as a Christmas gift for my family.  My husband thought it was a waste of money, since he thought we would never end up taking the class.  To quote him, “You don’t DO things!”

I am nothing, if not stubborn.  We all took the two hour class in the Spring.  My impetus for taking the class was two-fold; one – I wanted to give my family an experience together to remember, instead of a thing, as a gift and two – (which gave me the idea in the first place) was the fact that a character in my book was a trapeze artist.

Did you see that coming?  If you read the blog title, it was a bit foreshadowing.

So we all packed in the car and drove to Seattle to take a circus class.  My husband was in disbelief that we were actually doing it.  It’s not that he didn’t want to go, because he’s in pretty good shape and loves to juggle and does balancing tricks with the children.   I think he was of the opinion that mid-forty, out-0f-shape housewives, should not run off and join the circus.

We arrived and everything was fine.  I could do all the stretches as I’m a lot more flexible than my husband.  We warmed up with some running, which was not my favorite, but I survived.  Then we started to do some gymnastics.  These are things that I did in Jr. High, but not really since then.

Here is where the problem began.  As I was practicing kicking up, but not actually going into a handstand, (which I’ve never been able to do) I felt something in my hip.  It might have been a pain or a pop or a twinge, after a year I can’t remember.  I knew something bad had happened.  It wasn’t painful to walk on, but it didn’t feel great and I was having trouble lifting my right leg.

No lectures, please.  I did not stop and tell the instructor that something had happened.  I’m a writer.  I don’t like to talk to people about things.  I would much rather write about them.  Besides, I had signed a waiver.  I knew what the risks were.  I was pretty sure that if I just stretched it out, it would be fine anyway.

Next we moved onto the trapeze.  My big reason for taking the class.

There was a rope and you sat on the floor, rocked back and pulled yourself up.  It looked so easy.  My kids could do it.  My husband could do it.  I’m going to blame my leg (and not my lack of stomach muscles): I could not do it.  There were also two bars, where you hold yourself up with your arms and then raise your legs off the ground.  That wasn’t happening either.

Finally, we come to the actual trapeze.  It was only about 5 feet or so off the ground.  My mission – grab the trapeze with my hands, throw my legs up over the bar between my hands and hoist myself up (with help from the instructor.)

I got the hanging underneath the trapeze with my hands part down.  I was able to kick my left leg up onto the bar.  I could not get my right leg high enough to get on the bar.  I couldn’t bring myself to tell the instructor that I had injured my leg, probably a mixture of embarrassment and pride.  I was really struggling hard, because I had wanted to experience being on the trapeze, for myself and the sake of my character.  I felt like crying.

I struggled a few more times trying to get that injured leg up.  I was just about to admit defeat or maybe I had admitted defeat when the instructor, a very patient fellow, suggested we try something different.  I put my hands in the middle of the bar and swung my legs around the outside of the rope unto the bar.  For some very weird and wonderful reason, this worked.  Yeah!

Then with some pushing from behind, I managed to pull myself onto the bar, up in a sitting position on the trapeze.  Now I also, don’t do well with heights, so being up there was a little disconcerting and I was ready to hop back down right away.  The instructor (here I feel bad that I don’t remember his name) said something like, “Sit there for a minute.  You worked hard to get there.  Relax and enjoy your accomplishment.”

I did.  It felt good.  It felt great!  I almost cried, it was so beautiful.

Of course, no one else had problems getting up, just me.  But as I sat there, I really felt a sense of accomplishment.  I had done it.

I got down (with help) and we went on to juggling, tight rope walking and trampoline.  The rest of the family was pretty unanimous on the trampoline being their favorite, but I will have to go with my two minutes sitting on that very low trapeze.

I learned several things from this experience.  I learned that you should not wait six months after an injury to go to the doctor.  (She gave me exercises to do, which sometimes help when I remember to do them.)  I also learned that I should not look at joining the circus as a fallback career, if my writing doesn’t pan out.

So what have you done to put the “REAL” in your characters?

If writing has taught me anything…

In my quest to become a writer, I have been a sponge for all things about writing.  One of my favorites is Author Magazine.  http://www.authormagazine.org  It’s an online magazine for writers and has amazing interviews with writers on writing.  I love the interviews with Editor-In-Chief, Bill Kenower.  He almost always ends his interviews with the question, “Finish this sentence for me.  If writing has taught me anything, it has taught me what…?”  (I can even hear his voice in my head as I type this.)

So in my pretend interviews in my head, (you know, for when I become a famous author) I always try and answer this question.  Usually, I do this once a week after having watched a recent interview.  The surprising thing is that I have realized, my answer changes from week to week.

Mostly, I agree with answers that other authors have given and even in their variations I find that those answers really only differ in terms of semantics.  Occasionally, I do find that I can’t see my answer ever being one that someone has given, but that’s fine.  I can see all these answers as being right for me on any given day… perseverance, discipline, a voice, determination, belief in myself, belief in my writing, persistence… it all makes sense.

Today, I came up with my most brilliant answer ever.  If writing has taught me anything, it has taught me the art of procrastination and how to get around it.

I think this is particularly poignant as I am supposed to be writing up a character profile for my book cover illustrator.  But I’ll get to that…