Workaholic Est. 0422, making and creating! I sort of dropped off the face of social media lately (how people manage to do ten million things and still have energy to tweet up a storm on Twitter is beyond me, and I will forever admire them for that ability!). Here's the scoop I've been working on several exciting projects that I'm thrilled and pumped about! Believe me when I say that I've been working non-stop on these projects for the past few weeks! Beneath the Red Lamp & Other Tales The short sequel to The Year is Now (TYIN) will FINALLY see the light of day. I'm working on an ebook of short stories set in the empire before and after the events of TYIN. Beneath the Red Lamp explores what becomes of Elly after the Battle of Pluto. Details on when this will be released will be coming soon. I don't like to give out dates like candy. I need to make sure that thing is polished before I let it join the dating scene ;) *This is not the final ...
I’ve always danced with subliminal—and sometimes flamboyant—messages, slinking, twirling and sliding my made-up propaganda across the ballroom floor. Coming up with fictional catch phrases and cheeky, dystopian propaganda is a fun pastime for me! When I was in grade school, my best friend and I would perform little plays in our driveways for the neighborhood kids. What’s a good play without some commercials? To this day, the jingle she and I came up with for our “wonderful shrinking machine” still rings strong, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I suppose The Year is E0422 has a bit of dystopian flair to it. A chapter I was editing was begging for a little bit of tender loving care. The cure? I added a new scene involving a television series. The series is nothing but shameless propaganda in its purest form. Too bad my character only got to see a clip of it. The world needs to indulge in retro costumes, cheesy dialogue, and go-go boot clad cops every now and then. Here is a lit...
In this era of lightning fast doom and gloom news and social media tirades, the beautiful side of humanity is often drowned out and shoved to the back. We forget to pause and remember the little things, the tiny gestures that restore our faith in humanity. Kindness matters. If I ever ran for president, this would be my platform. “Teacher, I have the wrong coins.” Let’s rewind this a bit…okay, a lot. Let’s go all the way back to grade school. I was 5 or 6 years old, and my family was extremely poor. I remember the powdered milk that came in boxes and getting hand-me-downs from some of the other children in Sunday school. We even qualified for discounted school lunches at 40 cents. Young me knew what three coins I had to bring: a big one, a small one, and a tiny one (a quarter, nickel, and dime). One morning, I only had the tiny and small one. I put them in my pocket and worried all morning about not having the big one. The teacher had us line up for lunch, aft...