Who is she?

I saw this pic a few days ago and I couldnt stop thinking about her. There's something in it that screams character. Who is she, what is her name, what's with the pink hair, and is she really standing in a cemetary? If yes, why the face?



Your guess is as good as mine. I'm interested in what you think. Post your ideas if you are willing to share and we'll get her figured out.


Photo link HERE

Book setting

I'm trying something new. I am going to be posting random things that I think are amazing. Sometimes they might be book related, other times not.

Anyway. This is called the Grand Prismatic Spring in Wyoming. It is pretty amazing. Can you imagine something scifi or fantasy about it? I can. It has my cogs churnung already.

Photo Credit and Link here

Well my plans of posting three times a week have gone out the window. No worries, this link should make up for alot of missed posts from me. I found it last night VIA Query Tracker (thank you) and haven't stoped thinking about it since. These are links to the notes from the last two RWA (Romance Writers of America I think) Writers Conferences. Even if you don't write romance go see these notes they are amazing. There is advice for every genre. Lots of notes on synopsis querys etc. The one on the 11 senses is really great. I printed them off and put them in a 3 ring binder for future refrence. Well worth the ink and paper. I promise you'll thank me later. :)

Go HERE!!!!!

Life calls the shots

I often describe myslf as a "write at home mom". I stay home with my seven (now six) kids and try to make writing a career. However this year and the last, life is the one who has been controling me instead of me controling it. Sometimes we just have to sit back keep our arms and legs inside the car at all times and enjoy the ride. Sometimes its rushing past so fast that I blink and a week has gone by. My baby turned SEVEN months yesterday. Where did SEVEN bloody months go? How did I let that time pass and not make an serious effort to document it or remember the details.

This week has seen me watch my oldest son pack his room and move to his grandparents, and my daughter prepare and go to her junior prom. I've had no time to write or do anything but doggie paddle to keep my head above water. You know the old addage that ducks make it look easy but under neath the calm feathered appearence they are swimming like mad. Yeah I am a duck.

I hope sometime soon I can stand up when the rollercoaster car comes to a stop and get off the ride. The lyrics from Drive by Incubus keep rolling through my head. "When I drive myself my live is found." For now please enjoy the lovely picture of my daugher.