I have two witnesses when I write at my writing desk – my 6-year-old son, when he’s home from school, and my little 8-year-old dog, who sits by me every time I write. My dog stays with me from the moment I sit in the morning and start writing, hoping I’ll take a break and walk her, till late at night when she finally decides around midnight, that’s enough, mom, let’s go to bed.

When I’m not at my writing desk, my son will tell me to sit and write. It’s his way of having his own bit of privacy in our little house, where he can play with his toys in the living room while I write in the dining room, and he still gets to see me there. Just like my dog, my son likes to have me close by as I write – I’ve got to be within eyesight the entire time. Sometimes, when his dad goes to bed early, my son tells me he’ll keep me company as I write, though it’s tough for him to be quiet, and I end up losing my patience, frustrated that I can’t write a word with his iPad blaring and him singing – the entire time.

Lately I’m trying out dictation, especially when I’m walking the dog.  Unfortunately,  I end up just ranting away and forgetting to transcribe what I just dictated.  Not that I want to transcribe my rants anyway, which are mostly about my writing frustrations more than the book I’m writing.  I often wonder if my dog could talk, the things he’ll say.  There’ll be a lot, I’m sure.

As for my son, I’m sure that when he’ll grow up, he’ll probably tell someone about how his mother would sit for hours in front of her laptop and write – or pretend to write – because deep inside, she really was wishing she wasn’t cursed with the need to write.  Instead, she wished they’d have spent more time outside, exploring the world together.

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Share Your World – Week 26


Here we go for Week 26!

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?

Definitely driver!  I’m a terrible passenger, and have many a time, driven the entire way to and back simply because I prefer to be in the driver’s seat. Now as far as my passengers go though, I don’t know how they feel about that.

If you were handed free opera tickets, would you go or sell them? Why?

It depends on the opera tickets.  Carmen, definitely go and see it, and anything with Placido Domingo though he’s more behind the scenes these days.  And even if I could sell them, I’d just grab a friend and make sure we indulge in a few glasses of wine before hand and just have a great time.

Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less. (NOTE:  does not necessarily have to be a sentence.)

The wine glass is always half full.

Which would you prefer:  a wild, turbulent life filled with joy, sorrow, passion, and adventure–intoxicating successes and stunning setbacks; or a contented bordering on happy, secure, predictable life surrounded by friends and family without such wide swings of fortune and mood?

I’ve had my share of the former – that wild, turbulent life filled with highs and lows of joy, sorrow, passion and adventure (though not the bungee jumping, rappelling off a side of the building kind), complete with intoxicating successes and depressing setbacks that I think I’m in the latter now, surrounded by family and friends (new ones now that I’ve moved away from the beach friends and have kids, so play dates are the in thing for me) and trying my best to have a stable environment for my 5-year old on the spectrum.

Today, it was a trip to Pretend City, where basically it is a pretend- city, with a post office, police and fire stations, a supermarket, library, park, and so much more.  The little guy had so much fun he got home, had  a tantrum (because that 1-1/2 of running around exhausted him) and is now passed out on the bed and I’m here writing – well, I should be writing my novel but I’m taking a break to share my world first.

Pretend storm drain, pretend street, pretend planting garden, pretend grass. Nothing pretend about being a mom though.


Just Get Me Out of Here Already

If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?


If work, you mean giving massages, no.  No, no, and no.

What I would do with my free time if I didn’t have to work is quite easy.  I’d hire a nanny (FULL TIME) and just write. That’s why I went into massage in the first place because I could make my own schedule.  Only problem was, when I was building my business, I had NO time to write at all.  When I did write, everything I wrote had to do with massage.  Every. Single. Word.

These days I have no free time still. Being a mom during the weekdays and trying to clean house, take care of an autistic kid and make sure he’s entertained between going to the swimming pool and home projects, and work and write are just a pipe dream for me – so I have to pick my battles.  When my son’s father comes home, I can either work out or write – so I write, but there’s so much guilt attached to every word typed, because the house is not clean enough, the kid is not tired enough and he’s cranky as hell because he can’t watch his favorite TV shows.

So if money were out of the equation, I’d get that full-time nanny, kick everyone out,  and just write. With no guilt attach.  No stolen moments just to write a thing or two about characters that do all the things I wish I’d like to do, and live the lives I want to live.

Yes, it’s summer vacation.  And it’s one of those days…


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Those days of wonder, so long overdue
when all I wanted to do was stare at you
and know that as you lay in my arms fast asleep,
you were finally here – and this time, for me to keep –
even for a brief moment before the years go by,
before Time takes me away from you with barely a sigh
you sleep on and even laugh in your dreams,
dragging me away from the ragged seams
of the life I once knew, the way I used to see it,
tempting me away from the darkness, bit by bit.
So sleep on, my darling, my tiny bundle of salvation,
you’ve made me a mother, and for this moment –
it’s my only vocation.

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