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Top Ranked Book Idea for 13 Weeks

Voters loved my book idea for 13 consecutive weeks on SOOP!

Something or Other Publishing is a publishing company that I accidentally looked into further and further down the rabbit hole one day. That is the same day I submitted my book idea “Mandy & Mia” to their website. I am so excited because their publishing model is author-driven, and I have the desire to publish my debut novel before I’m 40. I’ve done some campaigning to get votes, but the #WritingCommunity on Twitter and #bookstagrammers on Instagram is where majority of my votes have been coming from. The writing support system on social media is real and I try to reciprocate the support to everyone who shows it to me. #communityovercompetition

I submitted my book idea to SOOP on March 25, 2021

I have received 383 total votes as of July 15, 2021

I have 617 VOTES to go!



Ranked no. 2 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 12 2021
Ranked no. 6 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 19 2021
Ranked no. 19 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 26, 2021


Ranked no. 4 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for May 3, 2021
Ranked no. 9 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 10, 2021
Ranked no. 17 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 17, 2021
Ranked no. 16 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 24, 2021
Ranked no. 13 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 31, 2021


Ranked no. 15 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for June 7, 2021
Ranked no. 18 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 14, 2021
Ranked no. 8 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 21, 2021
Ranked no. 20 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 28, 2021


Ranked no. 10 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for June 5, 2021

I never ranked the same number twice in 13 weeks
My author intuition calls this lucky.

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Tell Us About Your Writing Process

I was recently asked to answer this question: Tell Us Your Writing Process, in 500 words or less. I think it’s a topic that could be taken in many different directions, but it really made me think about writing process being a “place.” This was my response:

My writing process is intentional. It doesn’t matter where I write, when I write or what I write on, but I need to be writing with purpose. So, I suppose any process works for me as long as I am able to deliberately sit and write what I need to write. I have heard authors who speak of writing as a “madness” that could hit at any time and you need to be ready to write out all ideas, words and thoughts. I am definitely not a fan of madness, so that is why I try to plan my creative time, or writing time, outside of my time 1) being a mom, 2) working and 3) doing house chores. I honestly don’t have time to write all the words I want. My husband told me I should “write at night,” after all responsibilities for the day are done. I don’t think I’ve adopted that process because I truly enjoy my beauty sleep.

Right now, I have a preference to type on my laptop sitting on the couch or sitting on my bed. Both locations potentially include at least one of my daughters, but I prefer the silence of writing alone. Sometimes I will listen to music for a “mood” when I write, or have a drink for inspiration. Unfortunately, I don’t currently have a recurring writing time to look forward to. If I have to sit down and write something, I don’t do chores that day.

Funny, right? I know my response was well under 500 words, but it has since made me think 1) about scheduling creative time and 2) where could I go to write, where it’s quiet, and what if I have a kid with me?

A Library.

I have many Libraries around me in the Oakland County, Suburban Detroit Lakes Area. I was able to create a list of 12 locations that I’m interested in traveling to find a quiet place to write. I will challenge my writing process to include these different locations, so I hope to share my Library writing experiences with you!

  • Commerce Township Library –>4 miles away
  • Brighton District Library –>21 miles away
  • Clawson Blair Memorial Library –>33 miles away
  • Milford Public Library –>8 miles away
  • Northville District Library –>11 miles away
  • Novi Public Library –>9 miles away
  • Salem-South Lyon District Library –>17 miles away
  • Walled Lake City Library –>3 miles away
  • Waterford Township Public Library –>14 miles away
  • White Lake Township Library –>8 miles away
  • Wixom Public Library –>4 miles away
  • West Bloomfield Township Library –>9 miles away


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Vote for my book on SOOP!

A single mother, Mandy, and her teenage daughter, Mia, are separately fighting for attention from the men in their lives. They have a traumatic past, and Mandy’s alcoholism brings them to a place of ultimatums as a broken family.

VOTE for my fiction book idea on SOOP!


Featured on Something Or Other Publishing

Ranked no. 2 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 12 2021
Ranked no. 6 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 19 2021
Ranked no. 19 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for April 26, 2021


Ranked no. 4 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for May 3, 2021
Ranked no. 9 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 10, 2021
Ranked no. 17 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 17, 2021
Ranked no. 16 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 24, 2021
Ranked no. 13 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for May 31, 2021


Ranked no. 15 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for June 7, 2021
Ranked no. 18 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 14, 2021
Ranked no. 8 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 21, 2021
Ranked no. 20 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 20 Book Ideas for June 28, 2021

Ranked no. 10 on #SOOP on Monday: Top 30 Book Ideas for June 5, 2021





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A Road to Finding Mom Friends

There are many different friendships out there. Some people have a lot of friends, some people have few friends, and some people have zero friends. I fall in the category of “few friends” so in my adult life I have thought that’s why I am close with the friends that I do have. But, the friends that I have today, as a working mom in metro-Detroit, are not friends that I have had my whole life…the road to finding mom friends started a very long time ago.

My first best friend was because our houses were kitty-corner from each other. Our parents both moved into their homes on Wyllys Street at the same time in the Summer of 1985. Kathy and I were both born that summer, we went through school together, and we were in the same social group through most of K-12.

After graduation, we parted ways and went to different colleges. Making friends in college was my next milestone to encounter. That takes me back to Central Michigan University in 2006, when I listened to Nelly Furtado and The Ying Yang Twins. I was single and the college mingle, so I never intended to make new friends…but the friends I did make had a lot to do with my overall college experience. I don’t remember the guy I danced with at the club, I remember the girl who drove me home from the club and we stopped to get fast food on the way.

To be honest about my college education, I didn’t meet these friends at the club, we met in class. The few friends I did meet were very close and stayed as close as we could years after graduation, but distance still parted us. Patty is now living her dream in Cali and Shannon is living her dream in Northern MI.

After college I met my husband, Randy. Fast-forward thirteen years to today: Randy and I are married with two beautiful daughters. Before the girls, it was just the two of us, so he was really in the place of a best friend for me.

It’s cliché to say I married my best friend because that isn’t true. It was my mistake ever thinking someone “From Mars” could be my best friend, haha! But really, married with young children I feel like a momma wolf tending to her cubs while daddy wolf is out hunting all day.

As momma wolf, it is part of survival to have a close friend. I need someone to talk to, I need someone to watch my cubs, I need someone to have playdates with regularly, so it makes sense to have a bff who lives close to home.

It’s not easy to make mom friends. Where do you meet other moms? How do you connect with them? I was introduced to other moms through my daughter’s school, it was on the first day of three year preschool when the teacher said, “look next to you because the people beside you will be like family.” I laughed this off at first, but she was right. It wasn’t until four year preschool ended that my relationship with another preschool mom really took off.

Coincidentally, our kids sat next to each other on the first day, and as moms we were standing there next to each other. We did not know that our friendship would grow one day, just like the teacher predicted. We should’ve followed our kid’s examples and became best friends that very first day.

But, I will reiterate, it’s not easy to make mom friends. Most families have boundaries, and all families are different. When you make friends with another mom, you also befriend and gain trust from their family. Making a mom friend doesn’t happen quickly.

Sam and I didn’t know how much we’d vibe as friends until our mommy paths crossed over and over again. We weren’t in each other’s college classes and we definitely didn’t grow up living across the street from each other, but the friends we have both endured up to this point have made us who we are today. The different lives we have both lived up to today have helped us find common ground as mothers.

I encourage you not to look too far for a friend, because you are already close to them.



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Editing

Do you need an editor?

Are you a writer, blogger, or creative looking for a new pair of eyes to read your work?

While I’ve started writing my first novel, I have also been providing editing services to other writers. A lot of the creatives I help have the ideas and words down, but they don’t know how to organize, structure, or give a proper flow for the reader. While grammar is also part of the editing process, I will challenge you to think further off the page about your piece until it’s published, then I will help promote it!


Please take the Editing for Bloggers survey if you are seriously interested in learning more about my editing services, or contact me through email.


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Davey’s Birth Story

This is my second child’s birth story.

Ever since the beginning she has been compared to her older sister. Before she was born, we already knew it was not going to be a natural birth, like her older sister, but a c-section. Davey was very comfortable in a (breached) seated position, so we scheduled a c-section five days before her due date.

It started happening the weekend before her scheduled delivery, but I lost the ability to lift my left leg. It seemed like she was sitting just right, on my nerves. Randy would help me walk around the house, up and down the stairs when needed, and when he wheeled me into the hospital in a wheelchair, the doctor said, “last time I saw you, you were walking.” 

Which was true. So as the nurses were hooking me up to IV’s and taking my vitals, the doctor explained how my nerves are a risk and we should not take the chance with an epidural c-section, where I would stay awake and Randy would be present. Instead, they will put me under general anesthesia and deliver the baby in a surgical room, where Randy will not be present.

Our so-called birth plan was turned upside down. I had no vision of what a delivery like that would be. I never thought that I would be “put under anesthesia” for a delivery. And, Randy cannot be there? He was so excited to be present, and see my intestines, but also be there for the birth of the baby, just like he was for her older sister.

I went through a wave of emotions and tears, all while they continued to prep me for surgery. I had to be alright with this new birth plan. I had to be ok that I was not getting an epidural, and I had to be understanding that Randy would not be there.

I remember saying goodbye to Randy in the hallway, and wheeling through surgery doors to a very cold, clean room. A nurse was hovering above my head and talking to me as she counted down to the time for anesthesia. Then…

Davey Juliette was born on January 16, 2019 at 11:49am, weighing 7lbs 12 oz and measuring 21 inches.

When I woke up, I heard crying and slowly thought, “that must be my baby.” I was handed Davey, and I held onto her tightly. The tense feeling of pain in my abdomen was constant. Every muscle connected to my core was tight. As they wheeled me out, Randy was in the hallway, and we returned back to our hospital room. The nurses were getting me set up and I kept trying to tell Randy, “I feel tense” but I couldn’t get words out. “This is intense?” he asked me.

Frustration and pain were starting to set in, until they got the pain medication started. Our parents and oldest daughter were all patiently in the waiting room, but we weren’t allowed to have visitors come in yet because they wouldn’t be able to hold the baby.  I was instructed to keep holding her.

I knew that my Dad was in the waiting room, and he had to get on the road for work. I felt very strongly about wanting to see him, so they allowed him in. Having his calming presence and beaming love right there with baby Davey and I was the reassurance I needed. Holding my Dad’s hand that day is one of my stronger memories, and even though he wasn’t able to hold his granddaughter, he truly held his daughter in that moment.

The pain medication carried me through the hospital stay, so I remember who visited me but I don’t remember much about the conversation. Pretty quickly after Davey was born, the nerve issues with my leg went away, so everything happened as it was meant to.

Davey’s birth story seemed to happen not according to plan, but it was all Davey’s plan. Today I can say it’s truly Davey’s way or no-way as she is about to turn two years old in a few days. 

I’ve put off writing her birth story because compared to her older sister, I didn’t think there was much to actually write about. But bringing the memories to life that I do have, is still just as important because this is only the beginning of baby Davey’s story.

Read her older sister’s birth story HERE.

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The Sunflower Journals

As I grew sunflowers…
I learned lessons,
I grew in patience and gratitude.
These are my 2020 Sunflower Journal entries.

The broken sunflower.

Snapped, or something.
In an instant—gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
And it won’t grow back,
so I’m forced to say goodbye.

The sunflower sisters.

Growing together,
in the same soil.
Under the same sun,
they look over each other
always and forever.
This love story is true—
sisters won’t stray
from their roots.

The Older One

She grew taller, faster.
She always loomed over you,
and then she bloomed first.

Continue reading “The Sunflower Journals”
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Character Desire

As I aspire to develop my characters further and write more words in my novel, I took the time to develop each character’s desire. That has shown to be a driving force in creating conflict, so it has proven to be helpful as I try to continue writing all the words.

Here are some of my notes from the online course Craft of Character that have helped me develop character desire:

Every writer should aspire to create characters that have their own desires–your character wants something. Our flaws are often driven by what it is that we desire most, and that makes a memorable character.

It’s important to give yourself permission to approach your characters and your story in as wide of range as possible. Use the character’s voice to explain desires–what are they? This will help you make the character matter to the reader.

Desires may lead to character conflict. If you’re stuck in a story, just have another character walk into the room. Create conflict–something uncomfortable, difficult, or incredibly intimate.

It’s important to craft your characters in such a way that they have distinct voices that the reader can identify, to help identify the story. Whose story is it? Whose desire is driving the story?

Read more about my Main Characters HERE
Read more about my Men Characters HERE

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Character Sketch

Start Writing Fiction | Week 5

Character Sketch Assignment: Choose one of the methods below, one which is least familiar to you, one you have never tried before:

  • Imagine a character very like you but give them a dramatic external alteration. You might make the character the opposite sex, for example, or make them significantly older or younger. You choose.
  • Imagine a character very like someone you have observed – but give them a dramatic external alteration. You might make the character the opposite sex, for example, or make them significantly older or younger. You choose.
  • Create a character purely on the basis of your imagination or intellectual conception.
  • Create a character using any of the above methods in combination.

Now write a brief character sketch, around 300–500 words, in which you reveal certain aspects of the character. Use a third-person narrator (‘he’ or ‘she’). Here are some things you might like to include in your sketch but this is not an exclusive list – you may not include all of these aspects; you may include other aspects:
appearance
feelings
current circumstances
occupation
voice
attitudes
hopes and fears

Read the assignment I wrote, below, then read the feedback I received from fellow writers.

Mr. Smith stood there with his thumbs in his belt loops and tips of his fingers in his pockets; the dark colored belt stood out against his light khaki pants. His khakis were pulled up so high, maybe it was an attempt to cover up his mid-30’s belly, but the tightly tucked-in white button-up shirt did not hide much.

He lifted his left hand to his big, round glasses and pushed them up on his long nose. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I wonder how he got to be so nerdy? There’s no way he has a girlfriend…

Mr. Smith turned with his side-hair slick staying in place and spoke to me in front of the class:

“Mia! Stop daydreaming and finish the reading quiz. You have 15 minutes until the end of class!”

He stormed across the front of the classroom with his hands in his pockets and plopped into his desk chair. A few students snickered at the disruption and a few giggled at the teacher making a scene.

I felt embarrassed by his reaction. So, once my cheek color turned back to normal, I promptly finished the reading quiz.

When the bell rang, I was the last one to drop the quiz off at his desk. He tilted his head down and looked over his glasses at me. “Is there a reason you are distracted today?” He asked in that fatherly tone.

“Why are you so concerned about me? Why not someone else?” 

“Because you’re my best student,” he smiled, reclined back in his seat and slid his hands behind his head, “I expect a lot from you and when I see you daydreaming I’m only trying to help.”

“I’ve had a difficult time…”

He forcefully pulled his arms down and sat up, “I get it. I’ve seen it in your writing lately,” he picked up a pen and started twirling it between his fingers, “I wanted to tell you about the high school literary journal. I think you should submit something—it can be anonymous if you choose.”

I stood in front of his desk which was a messy disarray of papers, and just held tightly onto my journal, “you mean get published?”

“Yes. Not many freshmen do it, so I think you would stand out.” He paused and stood up. “I see you write a lot about your mother. I was the same way.”

I stood there like a sponge, soaking in what he was saying, but I couldn’t believe he was being so candid with me. “I, uh—“ was then abruptly saved by the one minute warning bell.

“Go along now, you don’t want to be late to your next class.” He said with his fingers back in his pockets and he nodded his head towards the door.

I don’t know if Mr. Smith creeps me out more or makes me smile more. I guess it hurts me to see students make fun of him, for how personable he is about my writing. No other teacher has made me feel this way before.

Meet more characters in my story HERE.

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Poetry Submissions

I was inspired when I saw a writing contest on Instagram hosted by @thewritingkingdom

The criteria for the poetry category was: write a poem about grief, loss, or/and sadness. I definitely have a few of those in my writing collection, so it was a blast to pull them out and bring them to life again for the contest! I submitted multiple pieces, and one of them WON!

Endless Hole

Down the hole
is where I lost my soul.

I was looking for my life,
when I lost my soul.

Enchanted by my hate,
he watched me lose my soul.

Friendsunk

Those girls
are two peas in a pod,
smiling and hugging like
they will be sisters forever.
Unaware their friendship
is the Titanic
minutes before it hits
an iceberg.

Their conversation turns gruesome
becoming snarls of a wild lion
protecting its dinner. Like the
countdown to a new year,
their friendship is over and
viewed by onlookers who stare
like kids watching fireworks.

Their friendship becomes
a sunken ship,
only creating ripples of water
when they pass in the halls.
Their companionship forgotten,
just like the one-hit wonder
who sang Achy Breaky Heart.


Drum roll, please…I’m excited about THIS ONE winning, because it’s a poem I’m using in my novel! [One of my MC‘s is a teenage girl who loves to write, and to help me find her voice I pulled out some of my own teenage poetry from 2001-2003.] Sometimes the words you wrote long ago will still be the words you use today.

Thrown into the hole
with no bottom,
I grasp for leverage between my sobs of failure.
There is no way for me to survive,
but only fall with the tears forever.
The hole continues to pull me faster,
I see my future never changing,
never being successful.
I only continue to cry because there is nothing I can do.

Until, I met you.
Until, you changed the hole into a sea of comfort.
I no longer fall down this dark, damp hole
because your strong hands pulled me up.
I can see bright rays of sunshine,
your eyes staring at me with assurance
that my future is no longer non-existent.
You saved me.

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