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My Real Life

Glazed in sweat from an early boxing workout, I toss device chargers into my partially packed suitcase and sigh. Heavily. Tomorrow is the start of a three-day writing retreat, which couldn’t have come at a better time considering I paused writing the Ajha’s Web sequel to focus on planning, developing, and presenting a staged reading …

Happy Independence!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve been juggling spinning-plates while walking (sometimes running) and singing without losing my breath or forgetting the words. Sigh. That’s how I depict my dizzying, at times desolate, always inspired and multifaceted lifestyle as an artist. It’s a balancing act between a dream and real life that requires …

I Confess!

I’m not the most well-read writer. But it has moved up on my list of goals since I’ve checked off maintaining a steady work schedule (the one that pays my mortgage), consistently working out (lost a solid seven pounds), and regularly taking “days off” to write. Unfortunately, other duties that come with being an independent …

Because of formalities, expectations, and expenses, holidays don’t excite me much. But I love a celebration! Gathering with a loved one (or more) to honor shared values is a delight no matter how modest the occasion. If I have to choose a favorite holiday to celebrate, New Years wins because it compels me to reflect …

Between the Sheets

It emerged suddenly. 4:16 a.m. An urgent call unable to wait till waking hours when disrupters routinely kill. Through the blackness I reach for my phone and respond with a glaring buzz of haptic feedback, interrupting the stillness in my bedroom. “Something wrong with the kids?” my husband whispers, spooning tighter. “No,” I say. But …

It’s a Process

2:03 AM. My TV glows in the darkness, Entertainment Tonight, barely audible. I’m writing. A few feet away soft snoring breaks the silence, but not my focus. I don’t mind losing sleep when I’m making progress. Other times it seems I produce nothing . . . for days. Maybe I can’t carve out the time …