Depression sucks.

Bi-polar depression is worse.

Mix those up with a wildly weather-variable month, fibromyalgia, stress, and house-falling-apart-issues and you’ll get to where I am. I don’t recommend it. At all.

I haven’t felt like writing in weeks, so I haven’t. I haven’t felt like painting. I haven’t done much of anything but hate myself. Oh, and cry. There’s been a lot of that. For no “good” reason, of course.

I think I’m moving out of it. Hopefully.

Maybe this short post will get my brain headed in the right direction. Perhaps, with a little hope and a boatload of work, I can boost my creativity and productivity to an almost acceptable level.

But depression sucks.


Musings on muse writing

Ahh, the perils of being a muse writer. Some days, I have no problems writing. On my first novel, in fact, I wrote over ten thousand words on the first day. But then there are the days when my mind is like an unsecured ride in a Tilt-A-Whirl; things are flying every which way and I can’t manage to grab onto anything to save my life.

I have quite a few of those Tilt-A-Whirl days. Mostly due to stress. I don’t handle stress well, at all. I tend to flit from activity to activity or I sit and mope and moan about what I should be doing.

I wish, some days, that I could write more like my husband. He sits himself down, pulls out his outline, and writes all that he’s planned to write. Once he gets started, he has no problems hammering out a steady two or three thousand words a day. He finishes his novellas in a week. Then publishes, then advertises, then rakes in the money.

Which gives me pause, but only for a pause.

I don’t, particularly, write for an audience. Yes, I write a blog. I also write novels and short stories and novellas. But I write what I want, how ever I want, without worrying about whether it’s saleable. My husband, on the other hand, writes to a specific audience with a particular genre firmly in hand.

And that’s all well and good, but when I look at the numbers on Amazon, he far out sells me. But, again, I don’t write to market, I write as desire moves me. I’m most definitely a muse writer, a pantser, a start-and-stop writer. Most days it’s fine enough.

We joke, my husband and I, about how I have fantastic ideas. I’m also a pretty decent editor and proofreader. I write well, at least that’s the consensus I’ve found, but simply writing well doesn’t mean people will enjoy my writing. I do have my fans, though, so I’ll keep writing and releasing, for them and for myself.

When the muse strikes, at least.

Not flash, NEWS!

Not flash, NEWS!

Yep, again this is not a flash fiction piece. But, it is a post about some awesome news. Alright, maybe only awesome to me, but then again, this is my blog. So, here goes:

My fantasy novel is up on Amazon!!!

I’m super excited. In case you couldn’t tell. I’ll be back to writing flash pieces in the next day or two. Have to take some time to rest after being sick and working on publishing a book.

Oh, and here’s the link to my first-of-a-trilogy book:


Again, not a flash piece, but news.

I’ve started a Patreon page. To share my worlds, my ideas, and my works in progress.

If you’d like to check it out, it’s

I’d be happy to have you join me. I’ll be posting flashes, chapters of my novel in progress, and other stuff.

I’ll still be posting here, so never fear. I’ll be back to posting flash fiction and serial shorts in the next few days.

Happy reading!

No flash for you!

Today, I’m not posting a flash piece. Instead, I’m going to tell a little bit about why my blog is suffering from repeated non-posting.

I have fibromyalgia. Usually, it’s alright. I have aches and pains, twitches and spasms, and brain fog when I get tired. But right now, I’m having a flare. Flares cause me to have extreme pain, muscle weakness, increased twitches and spasms, and major brain fog.

This flare started on Easter weekend. I had three days of running non-stop, which included shopping, swimming and a TON of walking.

Flares sometimes only last for a few days, but sometimes, a flare can last for months at a time. I’m hoping that this one won’t last multiple months. Although, it might, since I keep doing a lot of the things I shouldn’t that prolong flares.

Like going to the Renaissance Festival for my birthday. Or going to extra swim practices for my youngest. Or doing all the laundry, cleaning and yard work that hasn’t really gotten done since my flare started.

In short, although it could’ve been shorter, I’m flaring so I’m not writing nearly as much.

I’ll get back to more writing as soon as I can clear some fog.

…because I’m not… (a political piece)

I despise politics, but hate, racism, and misogyny are even worse, especially when espoused and encouraged by people in positions of power. The following piece is political, intended to make the reader think, listen, and discuss. If you don’t like it, I don’t care.

So, all Muslims have to register. So what? It doesn’t affect me, I’m not Muslim. In fact, it will let us see who is listening to extremism, so we know who to watch, just so we don’t get blown to bits.

Well, we have all Muslims registered, but since I don’t carry the registry around with me, it’s still hard to tell who might be planning something. So how about we make them wear a symbol, or mark them permanently somehow, so it’s easy for me to see who to watch. It’s all fine, because it doesn’t affect me, I’m not Muslim.

Hmm, although that seems to work pretty well, I’m still worried. The clearly marked Muslims are everywhere. Wouldn’t it be easier if they were put all together, in just a few well-defined areas, so they can all live and work together? That way, we can keep an eye on them much better. It’s a good idea, because it doesn’t affect me. I’m not Muslim.

Oh, well, now that we’ve gotten all the Muslims moved to their own areas, we’re missing workers in the areas they left. But we can’t let them mingle with the regular workers, they might spread their religious messages. How about we build special work areas for them, away from everyone else, so they can work on only what we want them to work on, and we can still keep an easy eye on them? But, it costs too much to bus entire groups to a different location every single day. Why not just build barracks for the Muslim workers at their new job sites? Yes, that will work. And it doesn’t affect me, because I’m not Muslim.

Workers eat so much, and this is costing the government a pretty penny. I don’t want my taxes going up just to feed those Muslims who want to blow me to bits. So, lets keep them on a strict nutritional regimen, regardless of what their religion tells them to eat. It doesn’t matter to me, I’m not Muslim, so I’ll be fine.

Oh, a lot of workers are sick in the Muslim work camps. I suppose we’ll have to supplement with Hindu workers. Or Catholics. Or LGBTQ. But we’ll leave the Jews alone. They’ve been through this before.

And besides, it doesn’t affect me, I’m not…

So long

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve added any flash. I’ve been having some ongoing health issues and have been spending way too much time going to and from appointments and tests.

I’m feeling better, but not 100% yet and still no firm diagnosis or treatments in sight. I hope to be back at my flash fiction soon. So please, if you like my writing and want to see more, keep checking back. Don’t give up!

Thank you all for reading my writing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I like writing it.