My Author Page is up and running

My books are now available on the Kindle format. On Amazon I have an Author Page. Check it out... http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002DEZHKY

Now, Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not very computer savvy, so this took some doing LOL But i think it'll be worth it. Not all of my titles are up on the page yet, but I promise that I did indeed dot all the 'i's' and cross all the 't's'. It just takes a while for them to appear.

Now I must get back to writing... I have a deliciously tall, dark vampire whispering seductively in my ear.

Have a beautiful day everyone!

I'm going to miss him

Okay as an author I have had the pleasure of getting to know many different characters. With each book I write I can almost feel them breathing down my neck to hurry up and get their story out into the world. Yes, a lot of people think I am slightly nuts! But it really is the truth, these characters come to life... they have their very own personality traits, their owns quirks, their own demands. It sometimes gets very crowded in here with all of them jockeying for place and the real world desperately trying to get my attention.

But, I am here to admit that I have had a first. I just handed in my newest story to eXtasy Books and I was a little sad to see it go. 'Max Was Right' is a story about two best friends, Max and Anna. Anna is really the main character as we follow the two on their trip to Cuba, but Max... Oh Max... I think I love him. He is by far the most flamboyant gay man imaginable, he is funny but at the same time so caring for his bestest best, Anna. They met when he got a job at the diaper and feminine hygiene factory where Anna worked... Now picture that! What a hoot! Him with his mascaraed lashes and purple ruffled shirt working at the tampon machine!

I think I want a friend like Max. A friend who would stand by me no matter what life throws at me. A friend who won't judge me no matter how crazy I might appear to the rest of the world. A friend who will stand up for me against all odds. And if he is flamboyant and slightly embarrassingly open about his sexuality.... all the better. Everyone should have a Max.

I'm going to miss him whispering in my ear... "Things could always be worse. Look at me, you could be a queer so excited he could pee his pants just to be working in a tampon factory.”

Yep... I'm definately going to miss him!

Have you been told today?

By a dog?

So far today, I have been safe, but yesterday… oh my! Can dogs get PMS? Can they be affected by the weather or the moon or the pattern of the planets, or whatever? Because my little girl had one heck of an attitude yesterday, let me tell you!

Now, you have to understand that she is a rather spoiled pooch. And normally we give in to her every whim… but… we have been working on the normal tricks – sit – stay – heel – shake a paw… Yesterday she did extremely well with shake-a-paw for everyone… until it was my turn to dish out the beloved treat. I did it all, instructed her to sit (plop down goes the bum), showed her the treat (slurp here comes the drool), leaned forward, held out my hand and said “Shake a paw Tipsy”… wait for it… she would thrust her paw out to me any second … here it comes… still waiting. She rolled her eyes at me. She literally rolled her eyes at me! I didn’t know a dog could do that. Next attempt, she looked over to ‘Daddy’ as if to say “Is she serious?” Third attempt, she looked longingly at the treat, licked the drool from her chin, looked me in the eye, huffed to show me just how fed up she was and shoved her paw straight out at me. If she could have said “If you want it that bad here it is” I am sure she would have screamed it. Then after all of that, she didn’t even eat the damn treat. She sat with it in her mouth looking at me from the other side of the room for ages, before finally sauntering into the bedroom to either eat or hide it. I’m assuming she ate it, as there was no soggy treat waiting for me on my pillow.

When bedtime rolled around, she still had the attitude. Now, normally all it takes is to point and snap your fingers and she curls up in her allotted spot at the end of the bed between our feet. Last night, after the required amount of cuddles I pointed and snapped. Tipsy stood up, looked at me, looked to where I was pointing, walked down the bed and flopped right where my feet should be if I weren’t curled up. When I informed her that she had to move over she again rolled her eyes at me, turned her face away and closed her eyes. She actually pretended to be asleep!

I have raised three human girls, I know the signs… Tipsy is going through puberty! God help me!

How was your day?

The Hardest Day of My Life

Yesterday was the hardest day of my life and boy do I need to vent.

My oldest friend Janet passed away last Friday and yesterday was her funeral. I somehow found the courage and the strength to stand at the podium and say a few very shaky words in her honour. She was by far the most loving, caring, giving person I have ever known and I feel very priviledged to have had her in my life.

Why did she have to leave us so soon? She was only 48 years old damn it! She will never see either of her children get married. She will never know the joy of holding her grandchildren in her arms. She was quiet and timid and went out of her way make sure every one around her was happy... so why?

Because she believed that marriage is for life... until death do you part. Even if the man you are married to is cruel to you. Even if he never has a kind word or gentle look to send your way, you stand by him and bury your pain as deep as it will go and face the world. Did he physically abuse her? I don't know... not that I ever saw or that she told me. Did he verbally and emotionally abuse her? Oh my God yes!!!! Did he cheat on her? Yes! Did I try to convince her that she was too good for the likes of him? Yes! But, she couldn't leave. He made good money and therefore the children would always have anything they could need and her children were by far the most important thing to her. so how did she handle this?

She drank. Plain and simple... she drank. Her words... "If I am drunk, he's really not so bad." "When I drink the pain doesn't hurt so bad." so ... she drank to the point that everything shut down. Her liver, kidneys, heart, lungs... everything. It was too late by the time her daughter called for help, but even then Janet said not to worry, she would be fine. A few short hours later, after ambulances and Life Support she was gone.

So, yesterday I had to stand up in front of her husband, the man whom I blame, and say good bye to the dearest friend I have ever known. Did I hug him and say how sorry I was for his loss? No way! Did I even say one word to him... no. I wrapped my arms and my heart around her parents, her siblings and her children and cried with them. After all... why would I give a damn about the man who didn't even want to spend any of his fortune on a funeral for the woman who gave him her life for 23 long years?

I will hold on to the good memories. I will see her smile when I close my eyes. I will laugh with my girls over the crazy antics of Aunt Jan. And, I will always miss her until it's my time to see her again.