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All about me.

All about me..


All about me.

Have to learn the world is not all about me world, marriage is two people., Its give and take and let go. This is magic in many ways, we need this back in out society to think of others too.

Is like something I saw in a hospital when I was a candy striper. A man came waltzing well running into the room I was in and said “God ^#&$( what have you done to my car. I knew you couldn’t (&^% take care of it.”  I stood there frozen, thinking, as bad as the boy did.   Now being married with children and family, I have learned how absurd that was. You can replace a car, gosh darn it. But cannot replace your child! How I wish I could of went back and said something, but would it of helped, hummmm sometimes I think not, a shame.

Our world is so full of death, hate, all about me, that we are desensitized to feelings.  If you have any they have pills for that.  I don’t wanna say religion is the bases for all our problems but there is a lot in it that we are missing. So you don’t have to believe in a higher being but make your body a temple and give instead of constantly taking. If your children are not perfect, think back when you were a child.

Not sure why I am on this at this moment but I think we need to make more movies that have confidence and well being and not teach so much that death is not a big deal. OR that sex is a part of life, kids movies don’t need to have that, you are taking yur kids to the movie not yourself.

I had a dream last night that guns had a finger print guide if the print didn’t match you could not shoot it. I am not against guns, not at all but think that may be a good option if you would like to use it. Hope maybe that comes true.  I find that to many movies I seem to like are violent and death.  We are so desensitized, but with age you find how precious life is but to a child they have no idea of that because they have not lived long enough to see it.

So that is why I don’t put violence in my stories, no bitter edge to it, no startling ideas, they have enough of that, just wonderful characters, good moral and fun to read.  Let kids be kids, give them time to grow, slow down your life for them to enjoy theirs, and they will love you for it.  So cheers to all my characters that have come to me through the years in a positive, loving way, that I may share gracefully with other children to help them learn and enjoy being a child, for that is what it is all about…  xo




OUt of the BoX

Well reading is a  crazy kind of thing, yah know. Its all to do with language and the understandable understanding that you really do understand it at all.  I have tried to for years to memorize rules, regulations and such but what pops out of my mouth is usually an original.  My boss to day was talking to me and said, “Is that another swickle word!”  I sat there thinking about what she just said.  I went back through my mind on the word, at which I don’t remember it at the moment but realized, my word was not a word and said, “I guess just in the world of swickle!”  She looked at me puzzled and then laughed.  I have always thought out of the box, been able to read people more than they would like and feel things sometimes before it happens.  It is a weird gift and I have put a damper on it through the years. When I feel something instead of blurting it out I just wait, then upon the out come I can say to myself, yup, new that.  My writing is amazingly complicated, for one dyslexia and sentence structure usually goes on the page backwards. IT is hard to read it at times and be critical because unless my husband slows me down and shows me the problem I will read it just like I wrote it backwards, hallirious for some, for me just a heart felt throb that – yes that’s me. I will try harder. Writing different than most is a hard thing, to be different is I think sometimes a downfall, wish I could conform to others, it would make my life easier. I think for a writer if you don’t say at least many times, I am going to stop this craziness then… POP! Another story welcomes itself in to take you on a new journey, so how can you say no to that. Being a writer is like being an artist or someone who has to paint or build, its just another kind of craziness, that yes, has to be done.  If I just help one child with my stories or just cause that infectious smile it brightens my whole day.  So those are my trowbles, but I think not to write would be a sin so write I shall, If it makes your heart feel whole, then just keep typing out those keys… I know I will!!!


Wow I have been pushing my story for a month now, I have done everything I can think of and it doesn’t seem enough.  This thing called marketing is so hard and feel it sets me back from writing and illustrating. I so understand now why there are so many people in publishing business. Everyone has to be an expert at a piece of the puzzle. From the start of the idea, to the never end,I have learned so much.  I want to thank everyone who has helped me reach this goal.  I sometimes walk around the house trying to think of ways to get myself heard.  Jump off the bridge, for exposure.  But don’t like heights.  Stand on a exit of the freeway and hand out cards, but that sounds too cold.  Every one who is trying to sell a book,  give you high fives to keep up and not get distracted or depressed.  Its a journey that 20 years ago I never thought I would still be wanting to be a writer, illustrator.  Its a journey I have learned to love and cherish, most of all I finally have friends to talk with that have my same passion.  Awesome, so thank you all and to all sleep tight.  🙂