When writing by the seat of your pants needs a seatbelt…

I admit it, I write when I’m inspired. When the house is quiet, the kids aren’t at my feet, the dogs are fed and the cats are napping. This means I’m not writing nearly as much as I could. Definitely not as much as I should. I try to fix this by writing later in the afternoon, or after dinner, but the house is so crazy that it makes my brain want to melt. Creativity doesn’t easily find its way through when I’m distracted or tired or pissed. So my style of writing as much as I can when I find the time is not working. I need to write when I make the time.


Sounds straightforward, right? It’s not…not for me. I loathe the word ‘schedule’ almost as much as the word ‘organized’ but the time has come to make this change. To be the person that works a 9-5 (times adjustable) with a calendar to keep track of work days and lists to keep track of my To-Do’s. Ugh. You know those people that write everything down, never forget calls, appointments or special dates like birthdays and anniversaries? I’m not that person. Maybe you are. If so, I’m totally jealous. Writing for me is a way to tame my inner (and outer…I mean, I have a teenager, people) chaos. I quiet the voices by giving them a platform to tell their story, and I know a lot of other writers do this as well. It’s part of the ‘process’ for many, but it’s no longer productive for ME. I feel as if I’ve been flying down the writing highway untethered and unsecured and hoping for the best, but it’s time to crank that down a notch and secure myself in. I need a seatbelt for this road, at least for now.

Today’s ‘work’ hours began 7 minutes ago, when I started writing this blog, because this is part of work, too. And then there’s a webinar to watch, and then there’s writing. I’ll end my work day with a brief stint visiting my social media pages, and come 5pm, I’ll take a break and make dinner and hang out with my kids and do some chores because life doesn’t stop because I want it to.


I’d love to hear tips from those of you who were born with natural organization skills. Drop a comment below and I may try out your methods! 

Here’s to a super productive work day for all of us! *clinks coffee mug* Cheers!

– Trish 🙂


How Wise Our Kids Are…

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A New Year Has Started!

This means new opportunities to share TMDBooks with more readers, and we need your help to spread the word! The first Station book, ‘Dying to Forget’, is making its rounds to new inboxes as we speak, courtesy of EReader News Today, and it would be so awesome of you to help by mentioning this FREE book to a friend or forwarding this on to those who love to read. Thanks so much for being part of the TMDBook world!
If you’ve read all the books in The Station series – drop a comment below and let me know what you thought! Have a Happy Monday!

– Trish

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Summer Break is Over…Now Where is That Damn To-Do List?

Summer Break 2017 is officially over in my house. The kids are in a new school district, with a new schedule, and finger’s crossed, this is going to be a good thing for us all. Other than the extra driving and time spent packing nutritionally sufficient school lunches that aren’t full of bribery items like Oreo cookies, my days are lighter.

This means, in theory, that more work time will be available. Of course, I didn’t sit down at the computer until 11am – 2.5 hours after dropping the last kid at school. Why? Because the house is empty, so I attacked the clutter before it could attack me first (can’t tell y’all how many times a day I trip over a random shoe, slip on someone’s discarded sock, or jump at the sight of a dog fur created dust bunny, thinking it’s an alien creature out for my toes), and then I started laundry (a chore that only seems to grow, not shrink in size), and eventually, food will be involved. Yeah, I’m kinda already tired, and it’s only noon now. Shiz.

I know I need to make a valid, organized, bomb-ass To-Do list to get my work stuff back on track, but not knowing exactly where to start, I went to my calendar first to see what’s up. Thankfully, this reminded me that a big promotion is going on tomorrow for one of my free books (Please grab Dying to Forget – it’s totally free – if you like YA that isn’t full of kissy-kissy stuff. I mean, there’s some of that in the series, but this book dives deep into the dark interwebs of the suicidal mind. Not for the faint of heart, but meant to give the reader hope. Did I say it’s totally free?? Okay, enough plugging, let’s move on…). I was also reminded of all the other stuff I’ve been ignoring, like emails, and the not-so-fun computer work of finding old files, updating them, uploading them, etc…

You get it – there’s always something to do. But today? The list must start. So, to keep myself accountable, I’m writing this blog post as a public way of telling myself that this To-Do list thing needs to become an actual thing. And now, I can scratch off the top item on the list – dusting the webs off the blog. You were a part of my first thing TO DO. Yay!

For me, my To-Do list, let’s just call it the TDL for short, will have to start as a daily thing, built up to a long-term goal type of thing. Creating lists aren’t on my list of strengths. Does anyone else organize their life in a productive way? I’d love to hear your tips for doing this in a timely manner, on something more than scratch paper or sticky notes. Though I’ll never stop using my stickies, sorry, not sorry. Also, I’m not a huge TDL planner book type of person, though I find them gorgeous. In fact, the first thing that would happen, is I’d probably lose the planner. But I haven’t lost my phone yet. Or my computer. I’m open for app recommendations, and the like. Whatever keeps this boat floating for the rest of the year, so that readers get more words. Thanks for the help. 😉

Now, I’ll go back to wandering around my semi-empty, quasi-quiet home (we have three dogs, two cats and a fish…it’s never really boring and silent here), looking for something to do.

HALO Warzone, anyone? 😛

Check Out the New TMDBooks Cover!

Yay! It’s time to show off FM4 – I do hope you like the new look of the series, and find the 4th book as beautiful as I do! Many thanks to Elizabeth Mackey Graphic Design for her work on the rebrand. Please scroll down to take a peek at the new book and enjoy a snippet. Want to chat without others who love the Find Me series? Join the FB Event party for the cover reveal over HERE and check out the FM4 Giveaway! Happy Monday!




I wanted him to stop talking. To just close his mouth and forget everything he was going to say so I didn’t have to hear the words. He could tuck it away into the back of his mind, I knew he could, because I’d done that with so many things already. But, as if playing a cruel joke on me, he wouldn’t shut up. It’s like he couldn’t.

At one point, I tuned him out, because it began to replay in my mind. I didn’t need his account of my first feverish night in his care, and the sordid tale of my abduction and torture through raging fits of insanity, because I was the one who had lived through the real thing. I was the one who had gone wild. Turned savage, like a caged animal freed after a lifetime of abuse and neglect. I was the one who wandered off into the woods, running away from the ghosts of the dead and the living. Running until I collapsed not far from Jin’s doorstep. He took me in, nursed me back to health, and shared his wisdom, though he didn’t realize it. He’d become a friend.

I felt myself fall backwards, hitting the snow-covered rail with my lower back, and I wondered, for just a moment, if I could fly. Would it be so terrible to die? To let go of the anger, the hate, to accept the pain as it was, a never-ending storm of doubt and grief. I could do it, I thought. To be with my kids again, wherever they were, I could do anything.

But the drawl of Jin’s calming voice pulled me forward, back to the cabin porch we stood shivering on. Back to the frozen pines, and the secrets hidden in the rings of their cores. Away from the jar and its contents. I couldn’t be angry at him, not for repeating my own words, so I did all I could. I let some of it go, some of that grief and pain that so desperately wanted to ruin the good that was left in me. I passed it on to the breeze, and let it drift down the valley with the fading sun. Because I didn’t want to carry it any more.

For the first time since the night he found me in the woods, I let Jin hold me. The two of us couldn’t change what had happened, and we couldn’t prevent the next storm from coming, but our hearts were still beating. We were alive. As we held each other under the first twinkling stars of the early evening, I reminded myself that life hurt because it was worth living; the best things in life were always worth fighting for. Through all the pain and loss, there was also love and friendship. And despite what I’d been through, I still had a family somewhere out there, searching for me. I refused to lose them too.

– © Trish Marie Dawson, Where Hope is Lost, Book 4 of the Find Me Series