#PITMAD ~ Yes, I am crazy enough to try

Hey Everyone!

This Friday I am ‘DOING’ #PitMad on Twitter.

I’ve tweaked my tweet. Checked in with my CRITIQUE PARTNERS. Stressed, Laughed, Deleted, Rewrote and Changed my mind about entering at least sixty-five times this week.

I’m throwing caution to the wind, closing my eyes, and diving into the madness. See you on the other side!



Pitch Madness Entry

Yes, like so many others, I entered Brenda Drake’s PITCH MADNESS. I waited, stressed, freaked out, and refreshed more times than I care to admit. In the end, I did NOT get one of those treasured emails inviting me to the second round. And, thats okay. It is, I mean… It’s not the end of the world, right?

I’m sure those who got in worked as hard, if not harder, than I did. I’m squeeing for each of them.

Am I disappointed?


Am I crushed?


Wanna know why? Hope so, because I’m going to tell you anyway.

My husband LOVES ‘Michigan Peaches.’ Every spring he waits, not so patiently, for the farm stands to get ‘Michigan Peaches.’

They’re not regular peaches, not peaches from Michigan, not even Michigan peaches. They are ‘Michigan Peaches.’ His all time favorite kind of peach.

He washes the whole haul and sets them in the fridge, waiting for them to get cold. Then, I find him for days, noshing on the juicy sweet orbs from heaven.

The thing is, I hate peaches. All peaches. From Gerber’s First Foods, to the prized ‘Michigan Peaches’ that satisfy my hubands peach desires.

I just do not like the taste, smell or texture of a peach.


In my mind, if I don’t love his idea of perfect, how can I be upset that someone else didnt like mine? Meaning my book.

So, as far as how I feel about not moving on to the second round of PITCH MADNESS, I say ~ I don’t like peaches.

Someday, someone will love my MS. I’m ‘Faethful’ it will happen. And until it does, I’ll keep plugging away. Writing when I can, helping my CP’s out when they need me, and telling the stories I keep seeing in my head.


So like so many others, here is my PITCH MADNESS entry. Enjoy.



Discovering Faeth

YA Urban Fantasy

89,000 words


High school’s easy, unless the Oaltz are looking for you. Discover how Faeth meets her best friend, falls in love, and tries to stay alive while keeping a deadly secret – she’s not human.



“I’m coming, I’m coming. Geez! You don’t have to break down the front door!”

Whoever’s pounding better have a good reason for beating on it long enough to pull me from my Friday night shower. On Fridays, I don’t have to watch the clock. I can stand under the water as long as I want, soaking its heat into every pore of my body without worrying about my parents needing the bathroom. It’s usually the best shower of the week.

I reach up, wrapping my hair in a towel. Bubbles scrunch against my ears. Great, I didn’t rinse well enough. I can’t win tonight. I yank a shirt and shorts over my still dripping body as the pounding intensifies on the front door.

Each stair thuds under my feet as I tromp down them. On the last one, my damp foot slips, sending me crashing into the roller blades I’d left leaning against the wall. Fury bubbling in my eyes, I swing open the door to a woman whose night seems worse than mine. Her tear-stained eyes squint against the glare of the overhead light. Peeking from the cavernous folds of her rain-soaked cloak is a chapped-cheeked little boy, his stare – gaping and hollow. As I open my mouth to speak, she cuts me off.

“Is the Bean Leighis here?” Her raspy voice is straight from a nightmare.

“Excuse me?” I choke out.

“I need to see her.” Her voice crawls inside my skin, etching its way to my heart.


Well Hello There!

I’ve not posted in a month, oops!

I’ve been busy working on my pitch for Brenda Drake’s Pitch Madness Contest. You can find her blog here—–> http://brenleedrake.blogspot.com/2013/03/announcing-pitch-madness-submission.html

I’m not lying when I say that I’m slightly terrified about it, lol.


I’ve also been busy with my AWESOME CRITIQUE PARTNERS!

The stuff they’re all working on humbles me. I’m honored to read for them.

I’ll be better about posting, its just been a really busy month. lol


Talk to you soon,


Never push ‘IF’


Imagine waking up, before the alarm.

Getting into the shower, with hot water.

Feeding the dog, kids and hubs without argument and then having a blessed cup of coffee in peace.


Sounds nice, doesn’t it?


Yeah, that is SOOOOO not how this morning went.


Step one, sleep through alarm.

Step two, miss shower time. Get stuck with COLD water.

Step three, english muffin burns in toaster, JOY.

Step four, out of dog food. Here’s a cookie Fido.


I’m not a complainer, really, I’m a positive person. I put on my big girl panties and suck up any frustrations I have and get the job done.

Until today.


When the vacuum caught fire.


In the middle of the family room.


I cried.

All this happened before 7am.

I need sushi.


Wonderful Advice from a Talented Author


This morning as I was reading my twitter feed, I came across a link to a very insightful blog post by LEIGH ANN KOPANS.

She is discussing the very real (and scary) situations that we put ourselves in when we share personal information online.

I’d appreciate if you popped on over to her blog to read about how she is getting through the ordeal. She offers great tips and advice for all of us.

As a woman and more importantly, a mother to 3 active young women, I feel it’s imperative that we all take steps to protect ourselves online.


Click the link to get to her blog.




A Guide to (and a Plea for) Propriety on Social Media

Hi, sweet readers! I want to talk to you about something serious today.
A few months ago, I blocked someone on Twitter. I can’t remember exactly why – whether he was being overly confrontational, sexually suggestive, or otherwise inappropriate – and it doesn’t matter. (I’ve blocked people for many reasons, those being the most common.)

This post made me think, and decide to participate in ‘A Month of Letters.’ It sounds like a fantastic idea.

Writing and Rambling

LetterMo2013postcard-227x300Last February, author Mary Robinette Kowal launched A Month of Letters, the idea being that you write one real letter or put one item in the mail every day the post runs during the month of February. Between the short month and the holiday, there are only twenty-three days of U.S. mail in February (fewer if you live in a country where there is no Saturday mail service). The challenge invites people to take a bit more time to craft a letter than they would if they were shooting off an email, to get back to the thought process involved when you know the recipient won’t see your note for at least a few days. It gives people a chance to reconnect on a different level. Besides, who doesn’t love getting real mail? Something that’s neither a bill nor a flyer trying to sell something, but instead an actual…

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Bandaged and Bruised but Stronger

When you have surgery it takes a snitch of time to recover. You laze around for a bit, licking your wounds and favoring the site of surgery.

My poor MS is hiding in the back room wrapped in a flannel quilt, healing. It will be stronger in the long run, but is bruised up and a bit afraid to come out into the light of day.

I’ll give it a day or so and open the door, letting the light into the room.


I’ll feed it praise and love and coax it out of the room . . .


just in time to operate again.

Don’t worry, MS is strong and confident. It knows I only cut, paste and rewrite out of love.



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