A Poetic Cover Reveal

No, I did not fall off the face of the earth
though I did disappear for awhile
if only to dot every i and cross every t
for there’s a book I was getting ready to let fly

It took some time to get things right
And I still don’t do things in their right order
but if you’d like to find out what’s kept me busy of late,
here’s my book – with its brand new cover!

Kidding aside, I just officially gave my book a whole new look via a brand new cover, and I couldn’t be happier.  There have been so many lessons learned in this journey called self-publishing – and I’m still learning – on how to release a book properly.  In fact, writing is the easiest part – and I mean it – E-A-S-I-E-S-T.

I’m not saying I’m a genius wordsmith but when it comes to making sure that your story is seen and read (i.e. purchased), there’s so much to do, and even then, with so many people telling you of many more things to do, the work of promoting your work is never done. It also takes away from more writing.

But the end result is still there – a book with my name on it – a sweet chick-lit with romance and a bit of mystery to keep you occupied for a few hours.

You can preview the first few chapters and purchase Loving Ashe here, and if you’re a book blogger and are interested in reviewing Loving Ashe, please drop me a line.

Review*: The Light Between Oceans by ML Stedman

“Izzy, I’ve learned the hard way that to have any kind of a future you’ve got to give up hope of ever changing your past.”

-M.L. Stedman


Gutted, I really am
all because of the story  you wrote
so good, so sad, so real
how cruel you are,
to make me feel –
torn between characters
good people every one
you’ve gutted me,  wrung me dry
now I’m all undone

*Don’t get me wrong. It’s an amazing book.  A bit frustrating at times because you fall in love with the characters and they’re just to human and fallible, and…and now that Tom and Izzy and Lucy have managed to dig a hole so deep inside my heart,  part of me wishes I never read it…because darn it, it hurts.


We Are But Memory

“What an abyss of uncertainty whenever the mind feels that some part of it has strayed beyond its own borders; when it, the seeker, is at once the dark region through which it must go seeking, where all its equipment will avail it nothing.  Seek?  More than that:  create.  It is face to face with something which does not so far exist, to which it alone can give reality and substance, which it alone can bring into the light of day.”

Remembrance of Things Past, Marcel Proust


We will all be a memory, everyone who is here
the past, the present, both coming together
long after we all disappear

So we cobble together whatever memories we can make,
with the ones we dearly love, even with the ones
whom we hate

And when the time passes us by, we are desperate to cling
to visions, feelings, and whatever else
that life can bring

remembering the ones who left us so long ago,
seeing them in our minds, filling our hearts
with the memories that we know,

remembrances of the past, even those unwritten
we shall be but memories tomorrow
to anyone who will listen.

Daily Prompt