Where I’d Rather Be…

Imperial Beach, CA

It’s Wednesday, and though it’s the middle of the week and I have plenty of work to do, I can’t help wanting to be someplace where the mountains are tall enough to block the city view, or the beach is loud enough to drown out the sound of traffic…you feel me? Where would you go, if you could leave work in the middle of a Wednesday??

Laguna Mountains, CA

Whether you can sneak away to your happy place or not, have a great Wednesday, and don’t forget that the weekend is right around the corner! If you’re new to blog, pick up some new reads for your holiday weekend, totally free!

For YA readers: Dying to Forget and for Adult Dystopian: I Hope You Find Me

Tuesday Freebie for Newbies!

HI READERS, Welcome!!! *waves enthusiastically*

If you haven’t read up on the Station books, now’s a great time to start! The first book, Dying to Forget, is free on all official platforms for your e-reading preference.

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For those who have teens, or those who remember being a teen, this series is centered around second chances and redemption for those who have to face the modern day challenges of life.

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Piper Willow is the Station series anti-heroine and she can’t wait to meet you. Happy Reading!

Click HERE to see where you can grab up your FREE copy of ‘Dying to Forget’ Today!

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.

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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.

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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 🙂

 

FREE for your reading pleasure…

I can’t remember how long their bodies burned, but I do remember the sun setting before it was over, not far off in the distance, just beyond the still and dismal outline of downtown San Diego. Its flame-colored glare hit the Pacific Ocean and slowly melted beyond the horizon as smoke drifted up in dark gray coils into the sky. The fleeing sun took the heat away with it, and as the first stars of the night made their appearance, the crisp chill of January returned.

Ash settled all around me, resting on my eyelashes and the tip of my nose, threatening to choke the oxygen from my lungs. I kept vigil over my dead family while sitting at the edge of the garden, slumped forward with my legs crossed and my hands resting loosely in my lap. A steady breeze from the approaching night collided with the draft from the fire, sending hot gusts of air in my direction. My face and arms stung from the warmth, but the smell was worse than the heat. The strong odor of burning flesh kept my nostrils flared and stomach turning.

I knew that day it was true what they say; one can never forget the smell of a dead body. I know, I’ll never forget.


 

I Hope You Find Me

Book 1 of the Find Me Series

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Fire can’t destroy everything, not even hope. Follow Riley’s journey today – for free – at the retailers below. Happy reading! Don’t forget to leave a light on. *wink*

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How Wise Our Kids Are…

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