Thank You!

I want to thank everyone who donated to my Patreon last month and also those who bought my books. I have received the money needed to get me a new laptop. You all are awesome. If you want to continue to support me in my writing, then feel free to subscribe to my Patreon and get the perks of new stories and first access to hard copies of books before they are published. Also, a $10 subscription gets all three of my current published works, autographed, in the mail to your house. Isn’t that nice?

But, thank you everyone for being awesome in helping me out with this. I appreciate all of my fans and readers. You are the best people in the world.

Next free spooky short story will be out on Monday on my Patreon site. Even if you do not want to subscribe, you may still follow for new stories and updates. Thank you!


They Came For Me

Just put up the new story on my  Patreon account (link opens in a new window). Go and peak. This one is free for the month of Halloween.

Writing on my phone is a pain, though. If you enjoy my free story, then please donate for my Patreon site. Get chapters to ongoing books, read them first, and help me get a new laptop to coninue my work. For just a dollar a month! Best offer ever, and cheaper than buying a full length hard bound novel. The more interest i get on patreon, the faster I can type. Replace my babysitting job, and I will have a ton of time to write. Thank you everyone.

Hope you enjoy the story. Next one is better.

School Once Again?!

Wow! I can’t believe the summer is already over! School has started once again, and so my break is over with. Everyone ready for more stories, chapters, and fun?

This month I am doing a second release of Keeper’s Kinn with a new format, cover, and some touch ups on the inside. So, make sure you are set up on my 10$ a month patreon pledge to receive the new edition of this book. Pledge by November 1st to get both editions in the mail, because after November 1st it will only be the new edition.

In other news, I am also gathering together past and present short stories for a small novel release in honor of my sister’s passing. This is my tribute to her life. She was the one who would encourage me to write, tell her stories, and read constantly to her. I miss her deeply, but I know she would want me to continue giving out my best to everyone. Once again, a pledge of $10 will get you a copy of this book for your shelves.

In my house we have a new school year started, and so I have become extra busy. This also means my second job has begun as well. All pledges and buying of my books gets me closer to making writing a full time occupation. My kids appreciate everyone, since this will also mean I am less tired and able to be with them more. I just am glad everyone is enjoying my stories again.

So, the last of the updates is that I am going to be also writing on book two of New Camelot. Warlord is now on my computer in outline form and ready for me to be entirely engrossed in it. I will be doing Warlord for NaNoWriMo this year. If you are a $1 pledge to my patreon, then you will be receiving the daily updates with that this coming November. Each time I finish the nightly writing on that book, I will be posting it on here. Are you ready to find out what happens next to Jenn and the families? I know I am ready to tell the story. Projected release in book form for that book is September 2018. Stay tuned!

I plan on posting the next chapter to Foreseen sometime during this week. Hope everyone is enjoying that book. I have been planning this one for three years now. Glad to finally work on it and get it out there. No projected date for publishing it, yet, but I will keep everyone posted so people can add it to their book shelves in the future.

I think this finishes my diary for this update. Hope everyone enjoyed the short story I posted today.  Remember to follow my facebook account, and I will try to remember I have a Twitter. Enjoy your day!

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Short Books

Sometimes, we all just need to read a quick story. Something to get our brains tired or occupied. The same happens when I write. Some days I don’t have the full novel in me. I work hard at writing, but sometimes it isn’t a full length novel. Most of the time it is a quick story. Something around 20 thousand words.

These aren’t even journal entries. These are longer than those, as well. I am writing these alongside my novels.

So, what am I saying?

I have some short stories to put out there. They will be quick reads on kindle or nook. A train station ride into work or two (depending on how fast you read.) A small story to read on breaks at work. Little things to read at night to wind down from the day.

What genre are they? The same with my novels. I don’t stick to one genre. They will be mystery, comedy, drama, and maybe a bit of fantasy. I was thinking of even doing a quick sequel to one of my full length novels. We will see.

I am writing these when I hit a block on my full stories. These are random. Something that I don’t think could ever fill the criteria of a novel, but still needed to be out there.

Yes, I am writing. Want me to write more? I would appreciate feedback on my current novels and stories. Leave a comment on here or review them on Amazon or Goodreads. I really do read them all (and your emails to me).

Thanks to everyone who is still reading and enjoying my books, Facebook page, and blog. I appreciate every single one of you.

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Not the next chapter, oops

Sorry everyone. This is not the next chapter for The Storm or for Casey like I had promised. I am editing Casey for open internet viewing (it is very much adult, the next chapter), and I have once again lost myself from writing that ending for The Storm. Also, I celebrated my birthday this past weekend instead of writing.

This coming weekend is my third child’s birthday party as well. We are mass cleaning the house, and I am going into panic mode. Which is usual before I throw a big party. Lots of cleaning to be done, since I work most days with so many kids that my house never gets done fully everyday.

I have two more blogs this week also being written for my “daily write” that I have given to myself. They are both issues close to my heart. I will release them later this week.

The other thing is that I possibly have blog interviews to do this week. We’ll see.

So, after this post is up and done, I will be going back to my regular scheduled programming. Expect another chapter for Casey next Monday and I’ll be returning to updating The Storm as well next week.

Expect two more posts this week from me in my journal section. I hope they aren’t too boring. Let’s just hope this week goes smoothly. Wish me luck!


Casey Chapter Six

Casey is an average fifteen year old about to enter into the first year of high school. With an extremely Christian dad, and a deceased mom, Casey has more than academics on mind. Making new friends, creating bonds, but keeping a large secret is all in a day’s work.

Warning: This is rated M for a reason. Some of the chapters may seem tame, but it will get into sexual and adult situations. Please be aware. Do not read if these things may upset you.

Chapter Six

I stood in front of my full length mirror and gazed at my reflection. This was the first time I had done this and didn’t feel full disgust at who looked back at me. My face was still too clean, but I had used a razor against it every morning. It wouldn’t bring full facial hair like I wanted. It was done to show marks of shaving. Another wish that couldn’t happen until I left my father’s home. Still, who this person looking back wasn’t all unpleasing. My short dark hair was spiked up today. My clothes for the day were still behind me on the bed. I decided that boxers would hide what I needed to hide. My ace bandage was hidden underneath an almost skin tight and thick “wife beater” tank top. A boy looked back at me; I looked back at me.

A smile lit up on my face as I rushed over to my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and then my Pearl Jam t-shirt. Watching myself in the mirror, I began practicing only taking off the t-shirt. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t ever show my binding. The white tank top was tight enough that it didn’t move. My changing room dilemma had been fixed.

One less anxiety issue.

I ran out the door quickly to catch the bus. My black backpack was still in the kitchen where I had sat to do my limited first day of school homework. Today was going to be a good day, I decided.

By lunch time, I had concluded that it certainly was a wonderful day to be alive. I was walking toward the court yard with my hands full of school lunch when my name was called out. Ben was waving his arms in the air from a nearby table. My feet took me over.

“Hey,” I said as I put down the tray and began to eat whatever meatloaf mess the cooks had pulled from some factory mess.

“How come you didn’t tell me yesterday that you had B lunch?” Ben asked. He had an apple and a water in front of him.

“I was so nervous about being shanked,” I laughed.

“Where is your lunch?”

“I’m on a diet. My mother says I need to lose some weight. Something about needing a girlfriend to enjoy high school,” he grumbled. After a swig from his water he added, “What if I don’t even want a girlfriend?”

I shrugged, “Some of the girls here would probably be too far out of our leagues, anyway.”

“Not for you, pretty boy,” Ben punched me in the shoulder hard.

My laugh was cut off as Ashley, the girl from math class, came over to our table. Behind her sat a group of giggling girls and about three boys. They were all freshmen that I recognized from various classes. Jenny was hiding her face behind her hands as another girl whispered into her ear. Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes, “I was sent to invite you over to our table for lunch.” She did not seem very happy to be inviting me over.

Ben looked from me to Ashley, “Why?”

“Not you,” Ashley sighed again. “Just Casey.”

“Ben is my friend. We both have to go over,” I shrugged. I didn’t abandon friends. I wasn’t about to change my personality just for a girl, either.

She turned and must have lipped something I couldn’t see. One of the giggling girls nodded back. Turning toward us again she said, “Fine. Can I go eat now?”

We both stood up as Ben answered, “We never stopped you from eating.” He was matter of fact about it. She rolled her eyes as she stomped back to her place around the crowded table.

I glanced over at Ben as we both walked to the table behind the reluctant girl. One of the boys, a very muscle bound blond guy that was taller than Ben and myself, kind of eyed us as we pulled chairs over to the table. “Hi,” I said as I smiled at them all. The girls laughed again and Jenn brought her hands down. She had an awkward smile and bright red blushed face.

“So, Casey, you’re new to our area, huh?” one of the girls asked. I saw Ashley roll her eyes.

“Yeah, moved from the other side of the city.”

“Oh wow! Where did you go to school there?” another girl asked. I wished I could remember their names from roll call. I knew they were in my English class.

“Uh, Mary Academy,” I really did not want these questions. I was here to make a new start.

“We play them,” the blond boy finally spoke. His voice was a lot deeper than mine. I now wished for hormones to make my voice just as deep.

“Play?” I asked as if I didn’t already understand his implications.

“Football. C’mon man! Never played the game?” he leaned forward to intimdate me. I didn’t back up or lean forward in retaliation. Do not ever fight the jock. I already knew this rule.

“Nah, I had other things to do,” I shrugged easily. “I do follow professional, though.”

“Come join the team,” the boy next to Jenny also leaned forward.

“I can’t,” I said. I took a bite of the nasty food. Anything to make it seem like I was through with this conversation.

“Can’t? Don’t know how to play? Or are you afraid?” the blond sneered.

“Shut up Mark,” Ben came to my defense.

“Who asked you, tubby?” Mark, the blond, leaned forward to grab onto Ben’s shirt. My hand shot out automatically to grab his wrist. I didn’t squeeze, but the warning was clear.

“I didn’t invite them over to be in a fight,” Ashley said. I let go of Mark’s arm.

“No, you brought them over to fuck Jenny,” Mark and the jocks stood up. He turned to me, “Careful pretty boy. Next time I’ll break your nose for touching me.” I glared back. I couldn’t stand bullies, and I learned a long time ago that they hated to be stood up against. I probably wasn’t as strong as Mark, but that didn’t mean I had to take the abuse.

I went to stand up to prove just that when Ashley, who was sitting next to me, grabbed my arm in warning. I stayed. He stomped off.

“Well, that was fun. We should do this everyday,” Ben stated as he finished his apple.

“I’m sorry,” Jenny said suddenly. I looked over at the true reason I had come over to the table. Tears were forming in her eyes. Her two friends gathered her into a hug.

“He’s just a jerk,” the one on her left said.

I looked over at Ashley, “Why was he even at this table?”

“He has been trying to get Ashley to go to the movies with him for a year now,” Ashley said as she moved to clean up the trays left by the guys.

I turned back to Jenny, “Not your type?”

Her face turned bright red and the tears disappeared. The girls started to giggle again. I looked at Ben confused. He shook his head. The only sound from the table was Ashley as she sighed when she returned. “God, really?” In frustration Ashley turned to me and asked, “Will you take Jenny to a movie one of these weekends?” I looked over at the girl in question. She slid down in her seat to hide beneath the table top. The cackling was extremely loud, but the whole lunch room was already roaring with so many people.

“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say. I was saved by the bell ringing for the end of lunch. Ashley and the girls quickly grabbed their trays and ran off before I could answer. I sat in shock as Ben voiced what was running through my head, “What just happened?”

With no real answer or clue to the teenage girls, we grabbed our things. I waved as I separated from Ben to get into my large Concert Choir class. My backpack was pushed underneath my chair in the tenor side of the class as the teacher began passing out our folders for this semester.

I was working on one part of our new song with the guys in my group when I was jabbed in the back suddenly by the end of a pencil. I turned around to see one of the friends from the table in the soprano section right behind me. “Yes?” I asked.

“You will take Jenny out, right?” she asked me.

“I don’t know,” I lied. I was going to ask her, but why did these girls have to be in on this?

“She really thinks you’re cute,” she said. She looked me up and down, “I don’t think you’re bad looking, honestly.”

I was flattered. I was good looking? Really?

“I don’t know your name,” I admitted.

She giggled quietly. The groups were still practicing around us. I kept glancing over at Mrs. Smith to make sure she didn’t notice us not working. The girl answered, “Rachel Cropper.”

“I will think about talking with Jenny about that date. I have to make sure I get my allowance first. I also have this horrible thing with my dad. He doesn’t want me to date during high school. Said not to be distracted by girls or something,” I smiled at her. “Let me get everything cleared at home. I don’t want to say I can take someone to the movies and then get grounded.”

She laughed and we went back to our choir rehearsal. Maybe high school life wasn’t going to be so bad. I certainly wasn’t going to be lacking in girlfriends.

Still trucking along

I have been writing. Not necessarily what I should be writing, but I have been writing. My books are increasing, and that is what I need to be doing. It takes me time to do these things.
Unfortunately, last week was filled with lots of family emergencies. I also had sick kids. This means that I have been writing, but not on Warlord. I am finding myself onto crunch time with my books, though. My goal was to have so many written by the end of the year, and released next year. Family problems were not brought into that equation.
In other news, though, I have decided to start another set schedule to update The Storm and Casey on my blog again. I am also going to start reading to bring my brain back down to earth, as well. I need to show myself a break from certain issues and still get my work out on time.
Schedules are so hard for me. My four kids, my job, and my extended family makes things difficult to control one. I plan out everything, but always find myself crying while trying to keep up with everything I planned. That is never good for anyone.

Today I am sitting down with my planner and getting everything down. From homeschooling the kids to writing my books; everything will become a good plan for me. I am also going to tackle my reading list for the year. Be prepared for updates now on a weekly basis of my old stories and my new stories. I am going to work on my blog outline this weekend as well. That is in my schedule.

I will plan a journal once a week as well. Just be prepared for rambling some weeks. I don’t know what to really put in a journal. I do my best not to discuss politics on here (go to my Twitter for that) nor religion. Unfortunately, both of those things are surrounding all of us currently. I will have to find something to write about that is so close to my heart, but isn’t in those zones.

I also work five to six days a week for ten to twelve hours a day. I have another facebook page just for that rambling, chaos, and torture. I will link that at the bottom of the page if you’re bored and want to find out what I do all day.

I am shocked, though, to find people still liking, following, and favoriting my story on other websites. It is amazing to me that I have been silent for so long, but still people enjoy reading things. I feel the need to keep that going. At least for the sake of my fans. So, my goal is to update The Storm immediately this week. Then put the updates once again on a rotation. Once The Storm is finished, I have another story to take its place.
Well, I am being pestered by children, so I will leave now. Please enjoy my blog, my facebook pages, and stay tuned for more stories and books!

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Rant on Writers Block

I have writers block. Seriously, horrible, bad writers block. I don’t even know what to write on my blog today. I have four stories I can write, but even with outlines nothing is coming to my brain. I’m finding that as my financial situation goes down hill, so does my muse. (That isn’t this kind of blog, though.)

I know how I used to get over writers block when I was a kid. I’d put my headphones in and drown out the world. I’d scream at the top of a high hill over the desert outside of my housing area and then walk back daydreaming. Most of the time, though, I’d clean with my sister. During our cleaning everyday I would come up with a story, another chapter or something new. She’d let me go on and on. I’d pace, clean, do something. Later in my life, I would call her to do the same thing.

Most of what I want to write would not be suitable for public consumption. Some of it would even not fit in with my current story lines. It’d be more mature, maybe, than I really want to publish ever in my life. I feel the need to get some things out, but I know they are not what I should be writing.

I have half a first chapter done for New Camelot: Warlord. I am stumped on how to get the adventure started. I have over three thousand words in my outline just for that book! I should be able to combine it into something over 50 thousand words long. My characters have even hinted about side stories they want me to add into this new book. I want them on paper. I know they should be. Yet, here I am worried about stupid stuff. What if I forget what one of them look like while I’m typing up? Did I put the right age? I know these are things my beta and editor find later, but I’m worried they will miss it. I’m worried that you, my reader, will not want to read it if I screw up the little stuff.

Then I have that last chapter to The Storm. It was huge! I wrote it. I finished it. Then my laptop fried (literally smoke in the drive). Gone! I have to rewrite it. What if it isn’t as good? Does anyone even care anymore if I wrote it? I know 96 reviews on alone says that people want to see what happens next. I just now need to get into the mood to finish it. I will get there sometime this week. I am determined.

Casey also needs a new chapter. That is where some of the my off-shoot stories are coming in. I have four books outlined for this one series. I don’t even know how adult I want to make these books. I know I could delve deep into the under belly of high school life, or I could keep it a light hearted teenage book about an outsider who becomes popular. I also have the choice to keep it light hearted for my innocent blog and publish the much darker stuff when it is gone to paperback. Do I want to mislead the public that way, though? I might write up a later mini-chapter and publish it under “M” rating on fictionpress to see how it does.

My last book that I’m working on is actually being hand written. I used to write all of my stuff out in notebooks for people to pass around at my high school. They would read the next installment and pass it on. Sometimes I would get things back with notes put into the margin by these friends. I craved this feedback and enjoyed it. I don’t get that same type of feedback on my original fiction anymore. Kind of makes me sad. So, I am bringing back the handwritten first draft for a book of mine. It is in a beautiful hard bound journal. We’ll see if I ever have it transcribed or if it will just become something to be sold after I die (if anyone ever cares to make me popular enough to buy something like that.)

The other thing that is holding me back is my lack of internet access. My phone has run out of data. This blog alone will have to be post dated when I get internet again. That is if I don’t grab the free internet at the grocery store tonight, instead. We’ll see. This lack of internet, though, makes research hard to do. It also makes contacting important people for feedback also very hard. With the need for instant reviews I need internet. I am working on that now. I hopefully will have full access come March (happy birthday to me).
I guess I just need to rant a bit. I’m hoping getting all of this down will mean I can sit tonight and bring about something. Another story. Another chapter. Anything. Let us hope for a new chapter for Casey this week or the last chapter of The Storm. On Saturday I will be able to blast my music and zone out. We’ll just hope that is enough now.

Today’s writing at least got done. It’s something. Sorry this was just drabble and a rant. Nothing interesting.

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PTSD Doesn’t Go Away

​So, today I decided to maybe let people into my life a little more. I have a book out there called “Fantasy Life: The First Year of PTSD After Child Abuse”. Hopefully you’ve read it already. A conversation last night got me thinking about it more. Here a few of my thoughts.

“Fantasy Life” is complete, but it wasn’t the end of my story. That book was completed in 2005. A lot has happened since then. PTSD doesn’t just disappear, either. I deal with it constantly.

Something about PTSD that most people don’t understand is that it is never cured. It can mild over time. We can learn to cope. Never does it completely vanish. I still have mood swings, nightmares, and times when I just can’t cope. I go through severe bouts of depression and anxiety attacks. 

Due to my food insecurities as a child, I am constantly worried we don’t have enough food in my house. I am shopping every week and I make sure to keep a running stock log of what is in my pantry. If I ever go to grab something and find I am out, I have a break down. Seriously, just can start shaking and wondering what I did wrong. This actually happened last week when I thought we ran out of ketchup. My oldest found a bottle hidden in the back of the pantry as I went to hide in the bathroom. (I really try to not lose myself in front of my kids.)

There are also the nightmares. I have learned to not let myself enter REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep. This is the time in sleeping when the brain dreams. If I start a dream, I shake myself awake as fast as I can. Sometimes I am so exhausted, though, from not entering REM that I end up staying in the dream too long. Most of the time they are a nightmare. Either, a fable of my parents coming after me now, or a memory of a time when they did come after me.

The other thing that I want to clear up, if you have read my book, is that my sister at the end of the book is dead. She died in 2009. I tried to stay civil with my parents after boot camp until 2015. My sister’s kids live with their father in South Dakota and well away from the abusiveness of my parents. They are safe. I am happy for that.

Maybe a bit on what brought about the end of my parents contact with me is in order as well. In October of 2015 my bank account was hacked. I called my parents in an attempt for their help. The next day my father contacted my boyfriend with this ultimatum: Either marry his daughter or he was going to drag me back to his house to marry a guy of his chosing. Yup, that is what he said. He also meant it and he would give my children to their dad. (Court order states they must stay in this state for their safety. This is to protect them from my parents.) I was furious that he would assume that I even wanted to leave here. I was hacked, but he claimed I am a woman and thus did not handle my finances correctly. As a man, my boyfriend needed to take all of my money from me and run my life. My boyfriend agreed we needed to end contact. 

In November “Fantasy Life” was published. My mother then became furious. Her idea was that they would claim the entire book as false. In their attempt to have me pull it from publishing, they called me at 2AM. They hoped that if I was sleep deprived they could get me to agree. All it did was make me laugh at them through the receiver. I told them to talk about my book all they wanted to. I see it as free publicity. When they tried to get my cousins, aunts, and grandma to have me pull it, they told my parents they didn’t see where the falsehoods were. Everything sounded truthful from what they remember happening as well. Even two sisters of mine patted me on the back and said I did right. This forced my mother to throw an even bigger fit. Some family have now ceased contact with me for their own sanity against my mother’s harrassment. 

It has been 12 years since I wrote the book, but the abuse never really ended. I kept trying to please my parents through out these years, and they kept abusing me. Verbally mostly or attacking my siblings to make me know they still could. They couldn’t hit me anymore. Yet, I watched as my father beat my brother when I turned on the air conditioning while I was pregnant with my oldest. My mother called me fat during my sister’s funeral and then again at my older sister’s wedding. Told me that my boyfriend would break with me soon if I didn’t lose at least thirty pounds. They continued against my own kids as well at that venue. We ended up many times driving away with me nearly breaking the stearing wheel in anger. 

I have had text messages from them through out the years saying I am abusing my kids. They have even threatened to have my kids removed from me on false allegations if I didn’t raise them the way they wanted me to. I have had to talk to authorities many times and each time came up false allegations. When my oldest was diagnosed with a milk allergy and Autism, my parents tried to tell authorities I wasn’t allowing him to eat ANYTHING and I was diagnosing him to get money. Then my second was born deaf, and once again I was accused of trying to get money from the government and lying. Each time my kids have been through the wringer for me to find out if I am just a bad parent, and each time therapists, doctors, and specialists have stood with me against my parents trying to remove my children. This last year was bliss with them finally not contacting authorities, since they don’t know anything about my kids anymore. 

Even this last December my father tried to send me a card. I put “return to sender” and back into the box it went. I refuse contact. I broke the cycle and I am finally breaking from the abuse. 

Another thing that I don’t mention in the book is that abused children and spouses return a lot to their abusers. We crave the love we thought we had at one time. For some reason we feel that if we just apologize for their abuse we can get that love. Most people could not understand why I was talking to my parents if my past had been so horrible? Why would I seek out a phone conversation with a woman and man who constantly tell me I’m a horrible person? Mostly because they are my parents. It’s so easy to say that your kids don’t have grandparents because they have died. It is not easy to say they don’t have grandparents because they abused you and your kids. 

On social media you see all of these memes going around stating “I love my mom forever” or “My dad was hardworking and loved me.” Always with a “share this if you had great parents”. My least favorite, though, is the ones that state “As a mom I love all of my kids. Moms sacrifice everything for their children.” My mom did not sacrifice anything for us. My father worked hard to give an image to everyone around us, but then would break bones and scream in our faces. With parents like that, it hurts to watch people grow old loving their own. So, for a while I figured as long as I lived far enough away, then maybe they would change. They would learn to love me. They would adore me. They didn’t. 

I hold my own kids every night. I clean up after them when they are sick and I read to them books. I homeschool them, too, so I am there for their every milestone. Sometimes while I do these things for my kids, I have flashbacks of my own childhood. Sometimes I am not cleaning up a milk mess from my own daughter, but from my younger sister. I am not a mom in these, but rather a ten year old hoping to get the mess cleared before dad or mom sees. When my child struggles to learn a new verbal word and read it, I remember the time my dad tried to teach my brother to read by hitting him with the belt when he screwed up. I hug my child closer with those memories. I could never imagine losing my temper and breaking one of my kid’s ribs. I could never imagine telling my four year old that she needs to stop eating at 30LBS, because she is already too fat. My oldest is in third grade, and I know that when I was in third grade my teacher at school taught me how to bathe using a doll house. She also taught me how to bathe my younger sister and brother. I could never imagine making my third grader do those things for his siblings. He doesn’t have to, either. 

I feel that so much has happened between the book and now. I feel that these memories, sometimes still supressed and emerging, need to fade. They don’t, though. They come through clear. Memories in the form of flashbacks and nightmares don’t just disappear. 

After all of this time, I am still learning to cope. I’m functioning better than I was last year. I am a lot better than I was five years ago. As time goes on I will function bit by bit. The screaming terrors have ended for now. The anxiety attacks, depression, nightmares, sudden flashbacks, and the memories are here for a long while yet. 

After “Fantasy Life” is now my fictional stories. I love going into these new worlds and bringing my imagination out where my memories would just haunt me. Throwing myself into writing is helping me once again. 

(Buy links are in the menu on this page if you haven’t bought one of my books. I suggest you check them out. Might be worth a subway ride or a plane flight read!)