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The Writer

Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to write.  My earliest writings were of course poetry, and one of my favorite heirlooms of my grandmothers is a collection of poems and short stories she wrote.   I'd honestly never started thinking about writing for reals (as in novel writing) until recently.  I used to roleplay with a group of fantastic people whom I'm still friends with and we created the most amazing stories person by person and everyone kept telling me I should really write a novel.  I scoffed of course at first then finally said why not?  Everyone else is doing it.

I can tell you if you've never tried, it's harder than it sounds.  I'm not exactly an organized person, so my first effort was to sit down and start writing chronologically.  Needless to say I hadn't done an outline or a plot summary, no character bios anything.  I got about five chapters in and stalled.  Seriously.  Then, as I'm the most random person in the universe, I decided to write another novel.  So I started on that one.  Then another.  And another.  I don't even know anymore how many novels I've got started, but I'm trying to focus on Chase.  She's my superstar, an idea that I loved no matter how many times other people shot it down.  I'm still determined to finish it whether it goes anywhere or not, it'll be something for me to say I finished.  I'm not great at following through most of the time.  Great ideas, but I lose steam as I go along.

So anyway, that's where I am now.  I'm a struggling writer, willing and able to write about anything from PMS to babies, from zombies to assassins, and yes, I've got a novel I'm working on based on an odd interpretation of my narcolepsy.  It's called The Lion, The Witch, and the Carnivale of Freaks and Frills.  Can't quite get the bugs worked out right now, but I'll get there maybe.  One day.  :)

A little about me?

I'm a 40 something year old kid, obsessed with shiny things so when I ran out of fingers, toes, wrists and ankles I started getting pierced.  To date I have fourteen piercings and I want more.

I've got two tattoos that my Mom still doesn't know about cuz she'd kill me, and I want more of those too.  The first one is in memory of my father who passed away in June of 81'.  It's a rose with a feather tipped in red.  The Apache symbolism for a warrior who has suffered greatly in battle, the battle symbolizing life and the suffering of course the loss of my father.  The second is simply for my nickname Mama Kitty, and is a small tiger pawprint on the inside of my wrist.  I'd like to have a full back piece, and I've got a few others I'd like as well, one the phrase "In the absence of love, there is nothing worth fighting for" on the curve under my breast.

I adore all things extreme, am a certified adrenaline junkie, and will try most anything at least once and have the battle scars to show for it.

The quote that symbolizes my take on life:

Life is not about arriving at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but to skid in sideways, totally worn out, screaming holy shit what a ride!

I also agree totally with whomever said "Well behaved women rarely make history".  I want to make history, to do something wild and crazy that will change the shape of something important or change the way people are treated, something radical that will make news and most likely get me arrested.

I'm generally a republican but vote with my heart not by ticket.  I'm conservative in a lot of ways, and liberal in a lot of others.

I don't believe in abortions as birth control and think too many people have them not knowing the nightmares that can come with them.

I don't think bisexual is a fashion accessory, and hate that people use it as such.

I think it's ridiculous what celebrities and professional sports players are paid when there are people struggling to feed their families.

I don't agree with "government handouts" for people who don't make an effort to do things themselves.

I think the only people in the country who should have rights are those who have made the effort to become citizens, or are in the process of doing so.

I'm stubborn to a fault and will argue with you until the end of time if I believe I'm right about something.

I'm a perfectionist.  I'll spend hours on one little thing until it's perfect, while the rest of my house is a wreck.

I'd rather visit a place of historical importance and learn something about it than go to the beach or someplace for vacation.

I strongly believe in God, but have come to distrust religious organizations and clergy.

Once upon a time I was a youth pastor.

I have ONE true friend who knows me and loves me anyway.  Every other person I've ever called a friend has ended up being well, not a friend.

My Mom is legally blind and has been since I was born.

My Dad was legally blind too and the first car we owned as a family was when I turned sixteen and he bought me a 1981 Chevy Chevette.  We made three payments on it and when he died it was paid off.  I cried when I sold it.

The first time I saw the beach I was 17.

I own every single Care Bear.

I collect Emmett Kelly Jr. artwork.

I love baskets.  I have them all over my house, even hanging on the walls.

I don't eat foods that have odd textures.

When I was pregnant, all I ate for seven months was white grapes, watermelon and Popsicles.  I only gained 16 pounds and weighed less the week after I came home than I did before I got pregnant.

My husband and I got married on April 15th, 1989 and have been together ever since.

I'm chronically late.  For everything.

I regret not taking more pictures of my daughter when she was little.  We used real film back then, and I wish we'd have had digital cameras because then I'd have a million pictures of her growing up.

I love hot cocoa mixed with my coffee.

If you give me Godiva chocolate I'll swear undying love forever.

If I won the lottery, I'd still keep my truck.

My faith once established is unshakable.

I love deeply and with every part of my being.

I believe there is more joy in giving than receiving.

I think my stepfather is the next best thing to my real Dad.

I'm very much a "glass is running over" kinda person.

I get frustrated with people who can't find the good things in life.

I have no patience.

I still love roleplaying with my bestie.

I love lip gloss.

My husband says I'm part cat.

I talk (or write in this case) too much.

And for now, I think that's about it.  If you want to know anything else, just ask, I'm an open book!

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