Hello, intrepid readers! I thought I’d take a moment to update you on the second book and explain why it seems like I’m slacking.
I know, I know. I thought I would get it done in March. Needless to say, I was, like, totally wrong!
Work
Work has taken a toll on my time. Thanks to the brilliance of telehealth, I have been able to work more. Why? The nature of applied behavior analysis (you know, my day job) involves a lot of in-person services. For most of my career that has involved long hours in the car, driving from client to client. Once my chronic pain started, this became arduous and painful. Not to mention the physical toll the therapy session itself took on my body. Anyhoo, enough about my woes. The point is, I had to keep my work hours low in order to keep my pain levels in control.
Enter COVID-19! Now, I can do my entire job from my office at home. No driving, no uncomfortable couches to sit on, no kids to unsuccessfully chase around. Decreased pain-inducing conditions = decreased pain = more work = yay! I qualify for medical now! 🙂
BOOM
I discovered BOOM Cards. I’m a bit obsessed with them, to be honest. I love creating them and I love how much my clients love them! Most of the stimuli I create on wow.boomlearning.com I have to do on my own time. (Check out my store, Lisneyland!) Anyhoo, I must admit, some of my editing time has been “Boomed.”
Charlie
Oh, Charlie! Our new little addition to the family has been a bit of a time-sucker. The little fur ball is just too cute to ignore!
Growth
I learned so much from the last book! I did mounds of research when editing Mira’s Awakening, and that has been more helpful than I predicted for book 2. I have made a lot of changes during my editing process, all the better for my dear readers. I promise my changes will make it worth the wait.
Feeling impatient for the release of Beautiful Scars? You are in luck! I’ll be announcing a live book reading from the new novel soon. Stay tuned!
Alright folks, I have a confession. I joined the bandwagon. My kids are making fun of me (my 12-year-old even pulled up research to contradict the research I have read on the subject). I’m very curious how everyone else feels about this. I am now drinking a gallon of water a day!
Well, OK, I’m on day 2 of drinking a gallon a day.
Here’s why.
I have chronic pain, and my docs have always said I need to drink more water than the average bear.
I love coffee. I won’t give up coffee. I don’t care what people say. I will sing fun songs in my head to block you out if you try to tell me to stop. I only have 2 cups a day, so BACK OFF, COFFEE HATERS! (Just kidding. I love you regardless.) Anyway, I know coffee is bad for hydration, so I figure I’ll just compensate for it. So there.
No joke, I’ve been so exhausted over the last month or so I’m falling asleep at my desk. Like, all the time! I’ll be working or writing and all of a sudden, I’m waking up an hour later and my neck is killing me because I have fallen asleep sitting up with my noggin lulling down on my chest. I hit rock bottom a few days ago when I fell asleep while holding…wait for it…my full cup of coffee. Guess what I woke up to? You got it! A desk covered in coffee and a drowned keyboard. RIP, Apple Magic Keyboard. You will be dearly missed.
I’ve gained an absurd amount of weight this year and it’s time to stop being stupid! Who’s with me?
So far, it’s going well. Over the past 2 days, I have felt less hungry. I feel a difference in my pain levels as well. It’s as if the water I’ve chugged all day has lubed up my joints and spine. Go figure!
We’ll see the difference it makes in my weight as time goes on, but I’m crossing my fingers.
XOXO,
Liz
P.S., I’m curious: is anyone else drinking a gallon a day? What changes have you noticed?
Charlie is a great cheerleader!Thankfully, my water bottle is pretty enough to remind myself to look at it once in a while and check my water level!
Hello friends, I hope you are enjoying the beautiful season! I’ve been loving the weather here in Foster City. I am a sweater-weather girl, and it’s been perfect lately, minus a couple hot days here and there.
I know it has been a while since I last posted, but I have been BUSY! Who knew this would become the busiest season of my life? I’ve been going nonstop: working full time, editing, making BOOM Cards, and – of course – spring cleaning around the house (And the yard. And garage).
I know what you’re thinking. Me, cleaning? But there are some organization, decorating, AND cleaning projects around the house that I’ve wanted to get to since we moved in August and it’s been so nice to see the progress being made around here. Pictures are going up on the walls, the weeds are getting pulled up, and – whew – the garage has started getting organized! My house continues to feel a little more like home. All of these projects will help the boys and I feel even more settled here in Foster City. I’m looking forward to it!
Liz
P.S. I would still love to do another Facebook Live reading of my book! Who knows? Maybe I’ll even do a sneak peek of the new book. Stay tuned for more details.
Confession. I get excited about stuff. Fascinated, actually. And when I get excited about something, I tend to dive in head-first. First, I have to research the idea. Then, of course, I need to buy stuff. Because you always need to buy stuff. Then I need to spend hours experimenting. Then I need to perfect it. Once I perfect it, I can relax. Until I get excited about the next thing.
Why do I bring this up? Because I’ve been SOOO busy spending time doing… stuff!
In love yet?
Here’s the most important thing. Our little Charlie is awesome. We only want to roast the puppy over hot coals about 5 minutes out of the day now. The other 1,435 minutes of the day, he is the sweetest and most adorable puppy that ever lived. And yes, I looked up how many minutes there are in a day. Don’t judge me.
Charlie has learned to come, sit, “request” to go outside (it’s a seriously adorable chuff), drop whatever’s in his mouth (kinda), and heel (sorta). When encountered with a stranger, he has gone from having a level 10 conniption fit to something…slightly less. We’ll go with a solid 8 for now. Though, he finally got his shots and we can take him for his first real walk outside today (wee!). This will desensitize him to people and dogs so much faster, I am sure.
He really is a smart pooch. And, look at how cute he is! I know, I know, he needs a haircut! But the groomers would not take him until after his shots, so we had to wait. (Geez, that reminds me. I need to call them again!) And, before you tell me to do this myself, my answer is NO. I am not putting my shaky hands anywhere near that adorable face with scissors in my hands!
Charlie snuggling with the boy. Yes, he has eyeballs. Somewhere.
Puppy damage so far? Let’s see. I’ve lost 3 socks (none of them a matched pair, so let’s make that 6 socks), he chewed up the bottom of his carrier, he chewed my iPhone charger (yummy), he destroyed my adorable purple laptop carrier (grr), he ate up the instructions for a light fixture we have yet to install (so that’s gonna be interesting), and countless napkins, paper towels, pieces of tape, and random bits of paper he finds God-knows-where. And bark. He loves bark. He has chewed up the corner of the laminate flooring despite our efforts of spraying bitter anti-chew spray AND hot sauce on it. (Uh, he’s really sorry Mom…)
ANYHOO… Charlie has kept me busy. And tired, thanks to his tiny bladder waking me up twice a night. That’s OK, though, because mine does, too.
What else has kept me occupied? PROJECTS! I found some sweet new artsy things to spend money on! I knew you’d be as thrilled as me.
I flipped this pot upside down, poured the paint, then blow-dried it to encourage the colors to blend. I was hoping to have these done and ready for Christmas, but I couldn’t get to sealing them on time. Oh, well.
First, I learned how to acrylic pour. Oh, my gosh, this is seriously so much fun! The best part is, you just kind of slop the paint on whatever surface you want to paint, and then voila! OK, not really. There is more to it than that, but check out these final projects! Serious fun. Plus, you get to paint with a blow dryer, which is totally awesome. (If anyone is interested in watching this done, shoot me a message.)
This was an ugly cement stepping stone. I cleaned and primed it, then poured my little heart out.
While I was at it, I figured resin art was so closely related to acrylic pouring that I might as well research that, too. After pounding the bottom of my coin purse REALLY hard (resin is expensive!), I found some resin and cute molds and got started. Did you know that resin is sticky? It’s true! Just ask my fingers that may have accidentally gone gloveless for a few minutes during a project. That was a mistake I’ll never make again. Two days later I was still dealing with sticky fingers. You could also ask my hair how sticky resin is. How I ended up with resin in my hair is completely beyond me. No clue. Probably the same way I ended up with resin on my shirt. And my sock. Oh, well! I will suffer for my art!
I made several coasters going for a geode effect. They weren’t perfect, but this one is my favorite.
Anyway, resin is fun but so much more challenging and unpredictable than the acrylic pour! Most of my projects so far have come out a bit, “meh.” But check these out!
This one is my favorite resin project so far. It was messy, but not actually that challenging with a bit of patience.
What else? Oh, yeah! So, Covid has done a strangely positive thing for me. It’s been awesome for my pain levels! Before going on, let me say I mean no disrespect to the seriousness of our world’s crisis. I know most people are not fortunate enough to work from home and they are suffering. If this applies to you, you are in my prayers.
That being said, I have been fortunate to be able to work from home. I am grateful for this (not for the virus, for goodness sake, but for the opportunity to work from home). Because I no longer travel, my pain has decreased and I have been able to take on a lot more work hours. I know how lucky I am that this has worked out for me and I am grateful for the work every day.
OH! And finally, I discovered Boom Cards. Seriously, if you are a therapist or a teacher or a homeschooler and you aren’t using Boom Cards, you are totally missing out. This website is amazing! I spent hours making tons of online mini books and flashcards sets for my amazing clients. So, even though I am not with my clients in person, I can still create individualized materials for them. This is awesome because I am a perfectionistic control freak. Just kidding about the control thing, but not about the perfectionist part. Or the freak part.
So, anyway, I found a new addiction! Making Boom Cards is serious fun, but it has been quite a time-sucker. (Don’t regret it.) Want to see my decks? Here they are! https://wow.boomlearning.com/author/lisneyland
What about the novel, you ask? Glad you did! Given my amateur status, I have done research (I know, shocking, right?) and more research about the best way to self-publish. Bottom line, because I have officially given up on going with a publisher, I created more work for myself. I have been editing and re-editing. And editing some more.
I am working on creating a book cover using Canva, but thinking about hiring someone to help with this. Still vacillating.
Lastly, I have researched how to publish my book from beginning to end. I now know how to copyright my work, get an ISBN, format for Kindle, get printed versions of my book, advertise, and promote the book.
My goal is to have the book published by (drumroll, please) the end of January! So, away I go!
It wasn’t without it’s bumps and bruises, but we’re here! We made it to Foster City and we are loving it.
I have sadly neglecting my blog during the move, but such is the life of a single mom with a horrible tendency of hyper focusing on one major project at a time! It was recently pointed out to me (after my second major pain flare in two weeks) that I need a bit more balance in my daily routine. Fair point. Time to blog.
I know you are dying to know how the house is coming along, because…what else could you possibly care about, right? It’s a process. A long one with some tears and sweat and pain and swearing. And paint. A lot of paint.
Ah, the joys of painting…
My intrepid friends and family have all been super stars and have helped us more than I can say. This is my shout out to Jen for her stellar door knob installation skills; Kirk for his light installation expertise; Sarah for her painting tape application stamina; John, Maggie, and Kristy for their painting prowess; Nathan for his excellent Pokemon catching skills; Zack for being a stellar right-hand-handyman; Pop for his heroic light switch installation; and finally, Mom, for just about everything. Because she’s a superstar.
The living room is the closest room to being done. I painted my side tables. The fireplace and the walls are also painted. Can I just take a moment to complain about how hard it is to paint bricks? Cuz…it’s really hard! Bricks soak up paint like they are the Mohave Desert.
Freshly painted fireplace
I purchased some new drapes and a lovely huge TV and I have no regrets.
I “wallpapered” my two outdated oak bookcases (another major project) and I love the way they turned out.
My “wallpapered” bookcase and newly painted wall
I still need to decide what is going to go on my mantle, and do…something to the buffet table that hosts my amazing teenage mutant ninja turtles. (My turtles are teenagers and they are fast and strong enough to be ninjas…but, sadly, no mutant powers to speak of. Not yet, anyway. I’ll keep you posted.)
Anyhoo, the other rooms are coming along, too, but still a work in progress. As for me, I’m the same. A major work in progress!
“But Liz,” you may ask, “what about the book?”
Sigh. I haven’t done much to move things with the book along since the start of my home moving saga. OK, I have actually done nothing. I have, however, received more rejections from agents I queried over the past several months. So that’s something, I suppose. It’s not a good something, but it’s something. Gotta say, my skin is getting thick through this process. At the same time, I have seriously considered the pros and cons of self-publishing.
Speaking of procrastination…we are getting a puppy!
We have adopted a shihpoo (part shitzu and part poodle) that is only one month old, so we are still waiting for him to be weaned. And…let the puns begin! The boys and I had a good, hearty giggle at the notion that our puppy’s breed will be part SHITzu and part POOdle. We are incredibly mature.
Of course, this means we have more work to do. Naturally. The back yard was a monstrous disaster and no place for a small dog. The porch was rotted and full of ominous-looking rusted nails and screws.
Deconstructing the porch
Out with the porch, in with…something else! We have successfully deconstructed the porch. My mother, AKA my landlord (that’s not weird at all) has agreed to help us out with installing something to replace it. Best landlord ever!
We’re getting excited about our little one, and glad we have some time to prepare for him. I’ve had dogs before, but never a brand new puppy! We’re in for an adventure, I have no doubt. Welcome to the new chapter of our lives.
Meet Charlie! We can’t wait to pick him up from the breeder.
What’s a woman to do with herself when her plans are thwarted?
We had a move date. San Jose, CA to Foster City, CA on July seventh. We were all set. I gave my written notice to my landlord. I changed my address with the post office. I arranged my work schedule so that I would have time to focus on prepping the new house and the move itself. I scheduled movers. We purged and donated what felt like an entire household worth of stuff. I had a buyer in line for the appliances we needed to sell. We packed about half of our stuff. We took everything off the walls and patched it all up. Everything was all set. We made plans for where the furniture would go and the paint colors we wanted. We had two weeks left to our move date.
Until we didn’t. (Enter screeching noises here.)
To make a long story short, our new property hit a “snag.” (That is a euphemism, in case you didn’t catch it.) The icky, unpleasant snag led to one inevitable and very unfortunate conclusion: There was absolutely no way we would be able to move on time, and no way to know when the snag would be…unsnagged.
Well, crap.
In a panic, I rushed to contact my landlord and cancel our notice (thank God they didn’t have anyone lined up for the property yet). I contacted the woman who wanted to purchase our appliances and cancelled the sale, since she was on a timeline that no longer aligned with ours. I contacted the post office to cancel the change of address.
Surprisingly, cancelling all our plans was not as tricky as it might sound. It probably took me a grand total of an hour to do it all. Everyone, including my rocking landlord, was understanding and sympathetic.
Phew. (Relieved sigh.)Yep. OK. Hmm.
The kids and I started sitting around staring at each other. Um…what do we do now?
As I may have previously mentioned, I don’t do well with waiting. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a completely impatient, impulsive brat or anything. Only just a little. Less Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and more like Cher from Clueless. Toward the end of the movie, that is. Anyhoo, when I know what will happen and when, I can totally handle it! But my youngest son said it best when he declared, “Mom, what do we do now? It feels like we’re in purgatory!”
Well said, my eleven-year-old scholar. Well said.
The worst part about the situation was the sheer powerlessness I felt. All I could do was wait, without any idea if we would be able to move in one month or five! No joke! I couldn’t plan anything. I couldn’t tell my landlord a new estimate for when we would vacate our property. Nothing!
A few days later, I found myself working with my social skills group clients. (You know, for the job that actually pays me money?) We were working on this mindfulness exercise in which you actively challenge your thoughts and feelings about a problem. It dawned on me (duh!) that these lessons applied to me too.
(Therapist, heal thyself, right?)
So I quickly applied these strategies to my situation. I began by challenging my thinking. (Needless to say, my thoughts were not very nice.) I realized none of my unpleasant and even outright nasty thoughts were doing me any good at all. I didn’t fully understand the situation and there was nothing I could do about it anyway. Constantly stirring in negativity was a completely useless waste of energy.
Next, I challenged my feelings. What was I feeling? Frustrated, angry, helpless, and stressed as hell! I had to ask myself: what good were these feelings doing me? There was no outlet for them, after all. There was nothing I could do about the situation.
What good is anger if it doesn’t act as a motivator for change?
What good is stress if not used as a drive to get stuff done?
I couldn’t help with the “unsnagging” business. So, what could I do? (I am a doer, and I always feel better when I am neck-deep in a project.) I realized I needed to do…something. But what?
I thought about all the things I had planned for after the move. I wanted to paint all the walls, I wanted to redecorate, and I wanted to paint some furniture. Hmm. That gave me an idea. If I started on projects for the new house, I would feel productive and as if I were working toward the goal of (eventually) moving into it. That would keep me busy, keep my focused positively on our new home, and keep me from ruminating nastily on things outside of my control.
I found paint in my garage the very next day and got to work.
I started with my blindingly stark-white craft and office storage cubbies. I decided they were boring and needed a little zing.
At the time I did this, my impulsive nature took over and I didn’t even think about taking before and after pictures. Heck, I didn’t even think about blogging about this until a couple weeks later! Anyway, I dug into the archives of old photos to do my best at a before and after photo.
My craft and office supply cabinets…before and after,
I didn’t stop there!
I decided our new living room is going to have a beachy feel to it. It might be an overdone concept, but I really don’t care. We’ve already established I have an obsession with beaches so why not live the dream?
I had an adorable and well-built circular table I had been using for the last fifteen years. It had a black granite table top that I didn’t like very much, and it certainly would not fit with our beach theme.
So, I spent some time on the oracle. (That’s Pinterest, for those of you who are new to my posts.)
I discovered it was really easy to paint furniture if you used chalk paint. Sweet! I purchased some from Amazon right away. I also discovered…WALLPAPER!
Did you know wallpaper is self-adhesive now? I didn’t! I found links to YouTube videos of people doing all kinds of crazy things with it! They aren’t just using it on walls. I saw people covering kitchen countertops, cupboards, and furniture with the stuff. Brilliant.
So, here’s what I did to my table to make it beachy. First I spray-painted the top with a white primer, because I didn’t want the blackness of the table to show from under the light-colored wallpaper. Then, I simply applied the wallpaper as if it were a ginormous sticker. The edges of the circular table were damned tricky to manage. There were multiple swear words involved in the process and they still didn’t turn out perfect. Still, I’m happy with the end result.
My wallpapered table top.
I then painted the base of the table an off-white color, then distressed it so it matched the table top better. I decided I didn’t like it, so I repainted it again. Hey, I can be fickle if I want. That’s the nice thing about paint. It’s just paint! You can put it on, take it off, whatever. As long as you’ve got the time and patience, the sky’s the limit.
To distress or not to distress…
I absolutely loved the white color of the table. So, after it was done, I looked to my china cabinet and cringed. It was built in the late 90s and completely outdated. It was still a solid and completely awesome piece of furniture, but the color and style wouldn’t work for my living room plans.
Before you ask, yes, I know it’s weird to put a china cabinet in the living room, but the house is small and the dining room is being commandeered by my office. So the dining room is relegated to the living room. Deal with it, home deco snobs!
Yet again, I didn’t have the before-and-after foresight. . I dug into my archives once more and found this partial pic of the cabinet as it appeared before.
And after some chalk paint and new cabinet pulls, here is our beachy makeover! I think it is going to look stunning against the ocean blue paint we will use at the new house. As you can see, the drawers aren’t in the cabinet yet. We’re still waiting on the drawer pulls. They will match the cabinet pulls perfectly.
Before and after: the cabinet
Did you know you can use chalk paint on glass? Sweet. So, I painted the glass shelves white, too. I left them out of the cabinet for now. We are moving, after all! No point in putting the fragile things back in just to take them out again.
I couldn’t believe how long it took to paint the cabinet. There were so many nooks and crannies! It took me five days to complete it (with two coats each of chalk paint and protective topcoat), but it kept me busy, it was fun, and it was worth it.
I didn’t stop there. I decided my new bedroom would be painted in pink, chocolate brown and suede. At least, that’s my plan so far. Regardless of how it actually turns out, most of my bedroom furniture would certainly be the wrong color.
Time for more chalk paint! I love this stuff! I started with a few small things: my mirror and stool. I also added an embellishment to the stool. I pulled out my vinyl cutter (hooray that I hadn’t packed it yet) and put it to use.
This poor, sad stool had seen better days. Look at her now! Yay, me!
My espresso colored mirror is now blush pink
I guess this is my very longwinded way of explaining that our move was delayed, but we made the best of a bad situation. I’m proud of myself. I didn’t sink into a pit of despair about it, and actually kicked a little butt while waiting for things to work out.
Remember that I said my move was cancelled two weeks before we were supposed to move? Now, here we are once again, a month later, and it is two weeks before our move. For real, this time.
Everything has been resolved and we are once again set to move. We didn’t even have to wait longer than a month, thank goodness! Not too shabby. And, I got so much done in the meantime that I feel productive and positive about it.
Having spent over twenty-five years in a city with a population exceeding one million, it was time for a change. I began dreaming of small town life.
Like any self-respecting Gen-X female with a dream, I looked to Pinterest for answers. Why not? It’s like having your own personal oracle with an easy-to-reference visual guide.
Now, to find the right key words to enter into the almighty search bar. First, I tried, “Best small towns in the US.” I found some fascinating places, but they didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to be too far from my family. I tried, “Best small towns on the west coast.” Again, I found some gems. But, I’ve always loved the beach. I decided to explore small, quiet beach towns. It could happen! “Best small beach towns on the west coast.” Wait. I wasn’t made of money. I tried again. “Best affordable small beach towns on the west coast.” There. Perfect.
The oracle produced just enough information to build my curiosity about Newport, Oregon. I grabbed the kids and we took a trip way, way up north.
Nye Beach, Newport, Oregon
Fun fact! I discovered Newport gets about seventy inches of rain per year. In contrast, our home town gets about seventeen inches. It’s dry and hot, and though some people may prefer this type of weather, I’m not one of them. So, yeah, seventy inches sounded just fine to me.
The journey to Newport was lengthy but worth it. I loved it, as did the kids. We explored the beaches, the parks, the local aquarium and the surrounding neighborhoods. The air was fresh and clean, the area was lovely, and the locals were even lovelier. Pictured below is the slide at Coast Park. Yes, it’s as cool as it looks.
Coastal Park in Newport, Oregon
The kids fell in love with a restaurant in the little downtown area near our hotel, deciding they must have clam chowder for every single meal. (They also decided my fabulous ring was ridiculously large, and each pulled out an item from their pocket of “similar size.” Whatever, kids. You wish you had my fashion sense.)
I appreciate that my kids have a sense of humor, despite that the jokes are normally at my expense.
Our final verdict: Although we loved Newport, we decided that it was an amazing place to visit but not quite right for us to make a home. At least, not presently. It would be too far from our family in the bay area, Hmm. Maybe when I retire.
Great question! To avoid the highly existential nature of this question, I’ll stick to the facts and just the facts.
Let’s start at the present, as that is the most relevant information for my purposes here. I’m a writer! I know what you’re thinking: “Well, duh, you have a blog so yeah, you’re a writer…and aren’t we all writers, really?”
To that, I say, “Yes. Yes we are.” So let me be more specific. I have written my first novel! This has been an exciting time for me, and I am thoroughly enjoying the creative process. As I prepare my first novel for publishing (not there yet!), I started this blog to get the ball rolling, so to speak.
Turning back the wheels of time, I will also inform you that I have had a career working in the field of applied behavior analysis with children on the autism spectrum for the past twenty-five years. (Long time. I’m old.) Keep in mind, for those of you that might be wondering, my novel is simply a novel. It isn’t a parenting book, a how-to book, or a collection of research articles placed in a friendly, easy-to-read format. (Though that last one would be really cool if someone wants to give that a shot! I’d read it!) It has nothing to do with my field, other than that the heroin of my novel has a similar occupation (write what you know, people).
I have two amazing kids, one of whom will no longer be technically called a kid in a few weeks (though I probably always will). Full disclosure: My kids both think it’s weird that I wrote a novel. My youngest has come around, though, and is now attempting a novel of his own! He loves to read and is thoroughly annoyed that I won’t let him read my book (it does have a few naughty romance sequences and some characters with serious potty-mouths), and insists that I write a new series just for him so he can read it all the way through. I might just do that. First things first, though.
Another thing you might want to know is that I am a widow, and have been for eleven years. And to bring things full circle, I will explain that I started this project as a way to work through my grief. You see, my heroine, Mira, is also a widowed mother too, and pouring my thoughts and experiences into her and this fictional story has been an incredibly therapeutic experience, if I’m being honest.
It might sound odd to some people, especially if you have never lost anyone, that I still need to process grief eleven years later. Mira puts it best when she says, “The pain has changed over time. It’s like the difference between standing under and standing next to Niagara Falls: It’s far less painful to stand next to it, but still, you can’t ignore Niagara Falls.” So, yeah. It’s like that. Maybe you know what this feels like, too? Well, anyway, if you read the book, I promise you will. But don’t panic because if Mira inadvertently breaks your heart (spoiler alert), she promises to put it back together again.
Lastly, I will hint to you that I am just getting started! As I said, I am preparing book one (Coming Alive) for publishing as we speak…write…read? Whatever. You get what I’m saying. But guess what? I have also written books two and three, and most of book four! Sadly, these are not ready to prep for publishing yet, but that is coming down the pipeline, too.
So, that’s me in a nutshell! Questions? Comments? Oh, and before you ask me, I will preempt you and answer the age-old question. My favorite color is green. And usually pink.
