Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 I will start this morning by begging for forgiveness because my tone is full of sarcasm. It's been a week. I am cold this morning and have not quite had 2 full cups of coffee. The grass needs to be tackled today, and my order of goats to do the job has not arrived! I am tired. The kind of tired where my mind mentally can not come up with any more ideas on how to add pecos to the denairos! It is frustrating. This week alone, I have had to play, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS NEW-ER CAR NOW?" My patience has run so thin on this, and the dealership is sick of me and my not-so-humorous side. Have I ever stated that car maintenance and the mechanics on how one vehicle should function are not IN MY CONTRACT? Nowhere do I remember putting this clause in my Akashic record. Bushings, bearings, CV joints, motor and transmission mounts, broken axles, and oxygen sensors WTF!!! Seriously? You thought I was smart before, wait till you see me with the hood up on this shiny con-trap-tion! ...

 It's brisk this morning, a very cool 50 degrees something or another. I am on my first pot of coffee. The dogs have been fed and are in the yard rooting... those 4 pink snoots as if they were piglets are digging in the "MUD" and oh that Frances Bean, She tinks! She is a tinky dog! I swear the other 3 roll her in things! It makes her smell like a mix of dirt and other animal scents. Once I bring them in, they will crate up, other than my old girl. She is the queen and gets her pick of places to flop. The Aussie hound she is, most likely will blanket on the floor in front of the door and, carefully with one eye open, the blue or the brown, watch for anybody she believes is out to get us! Right now, I am in the process of finishing one book and in the beginning stages of the other. When I am in creative mode, I sometimes even amaze myself with how my mind works. I think I have said, I see everything like it is a movie being played out. Each chapter has a scene. Not everyone...

 I can breathe for a minute. The bank account juggle has left me with a few heart palpitations, and not knowing sales tax and transferring plate fees for the new vehicle has me in a tailspin. Did I mention the newer car has been back at the dealership three times for repairs they thought I wouldn't notice? Have I mentioned I have PTSD over my car dilemmas?  I have places to go and people to see, and I hope with the best of intentions, they have resolved what they hoped could be ignored. I had fewer issues with my 20-year-old car than with this less than 10-year-old vehicle. I did come completely unglued at one moment, only to apologize to the service girl handling this issue. ( I want to mention. You never know who you are waiting on or having to do business with, and do not think for one moment I will not take this matter and use my social media influence if I need to. I may pretend to be a restaurant worker by day, but I promise you, my pen (keyboard fingers) is mightier tha...

 The paradox of living a double life—waitress by day, entrepreneur and creative by night (or on any rare day off when inspiration strikes). It’s during those sacred windows of time that I chase new opportunities, free from outside noise and interference. But my intuition is sharp. When the energy shifts, I feel it. To the ones whose presence triggers my inner alarm—stay where you are. You’re not welcome in my space. I’ve seen your true colors, your hidden agendas, and your maladaptive patterns. And I’m not here for it. Most days feel like a chaotic mix of confusion and quiet frustration. I’m stuck in a place I no longer want to be, where the familiar has grown stale—predictable, lifeless, and downright suffocating. Some people carry an energy so heavy, it could drain the light from the sun—if it even bothered to shine. The endless rain feels like it’s soaked into their very personalities. It’s as if the matrix swallowed them whole, and they forgot who they were before the world bur...

 My stats are up! Creepers, stalkers, scammers, hackers, and a few small interested people have been reading my words. It's nice, it's okay, and it's what I would expect. No fame, no glory, no riches, It is an opportunity for me to be creative and or rant on various topics and offer a few plugs into my books. Somewhere between Lollipop Lane and Iceberg Street, here I am. Clowns to the left of me and jokers to the right, I am smack dab in the middle of nowhere, making no progress. My outside gig has come to an impasse of stalemate opinions. Not enough business, working more hours for less of a paycheck. Morale is horribly down. I might mention a common practice of too many chiefs and not enough Indians, and the Indians ain't happy. No one has asked my thoughts and I am glad.  Any normal working individual would ask why. This is the thing about people stuck in a matrix. They go around day in and day out doing the same thing, hoping for a different result. Old school adver...

 It is not often that I get up at 5:00 a.m. with calculations and a storyline in my head, so I have become so invested in these 2 books I am writing. They have very different characters, but they have something in common. There is something also about the way this story is forming in my head. I see it like a movie. Each scene is intricate and detailed, fueled by emotion, stamina, and anger. Each character has a mission and a motive... or I should say ulterior motives! Escape and detach, and not be accountable for what each has created in their life! With Hank, the male character in "When He Had Her," a long line of women follows his ghost. Each betrayed in one way or the other for him to get ahead. Marked with Greed and the I'll show you attitude, proving he is someone. Only to get something from one woman while getting under another. Temporary fixes to mend a fragile ego. A dangerous ego ... violent if he does not get his way. Adult temper tantrums are in full display, b...