Thursday, May 29, 2014

Fantasy League Friday Dating Rounds! Meet Maisie Teegan

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why?

Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published!

Now, get to know Maisie!
1) What do you do for work? – I’m an executive assistant at an electrical distribution/design company
2) Where are you from? – I moved to Denver when I was 3 after living in Frankfurt, Germany for the first 3 years of my life.
3) What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I am a free spirit with a passion for success
4) When was your last relationship and how long did it last? My last ended in February after 9 months.
5) What are you looking for in a relationship? A best friend.
6) What do you think is the most important value in a relationship? Trust- when it comes to the important things. Everyone tells little white lies here and there.
7 ) Do you want to marry or have you ever been married? I would very much like to be married.
8) What do you look for in a husband/wife?  Someone physically attractive, smart, generous, and has a calming effect on my personality.
9) Do you want/do you have any children? Yes, I am interested in having children eventually.
10) What do you do for fun? – I love skiing, hiking, camping, and going out downtown with friends.
11) What are you most proud about?  How self-sufficient I am, and my abilities to manipulate situations in my favor.
12) Is religion important to you? I am a Christian but do not push my beliefs on others.
13) Do you follow politics? I identify as a Libertarian.
14) Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes.
15) What is your most treasured possession and why? My dog, because she loves me unconditionally, and I her.
16) What is your favorite month of the year and why? October, because of Halloween and it’s not too hot.
17) Which is your favorite book/movie?  I really love the Hunger Games and the movie Troy.
18) Which is the last book you read? The Divergent series.
19) Which is the one job in the world that you would love to do? Archaeologist
20) Which is your favorite music and your favorite singer/band? Lana Del Rey, Cage the Elephant, One Republic
21) Do you like animals/keep pets? I have a 3 year old corgi.
22) How do you spend your spare time? Watching a favorite show, hiking, homework, or working out.
23) Where do you see yourself in five years’ time? Hopefully married and pregnant.
24) If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be? Elephant, because they experience strong emotions
25) Do you believe a cup is half empty or half full? Half full
26) If you could travel back through time, what single mistake would you correct in life? I would try harder in high school to better set myself up for success.
27) You have got six months to live, what will you do first?  Leave the country
28) Is sexual compatibility important to you? Big Time
29) Who was your hero, as a child? I haven’t ever really had a hero…
30) If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions? Traveling and a beach house
31) Which was the first crush you ever had? Fred Thulson, I drew pictures of him constantly.
32) What makes you laugh/cry? Sad animal or love stories make me cry. Clumsy people make me laugh.
33) If you have friends coming over, what would you cook? I would get a fancy meal from Tony’s Market and pretend I cooked it.
34) Describe your perfect holiday. Anywhere there’s a nice beach.
35) Which T.V. program would you never miss? American Horror Story
36) What is the last CD you bought? I honestly can’t even remember
37) Are you a morning person or a night person? Night
38) Would you like to climb a mountain or trek across a desert? Climb a mountain
39) What adjective would a close friend use to describe you? Manipulative
40) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Ecuador
41) Into which personality’s shoes would you like to step for a day? A wealthy man
42) Who is you favorite actor/actress/celebrity and why? Leonardo DeCaprio, hasn’t had a bad movie and can play a variety of characters.
43) Who is your favorite sportsperson? I don’t have one.
44) What is your favorite sporting activity? Snow skiing
45) Which is your favorite genre of movies - comedy/thriller/action? Thriller/Horror










Monday, May 26, 2014

Tuesday Tales and Being an Author

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy Short Week to all in the cyberhood.  Our Tuesday Tales group is writing, appropriately, to the word prompt, "author" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. 

Finn Maxwell and Danika Parker Meet

During the draft I didn’t meet anyone exciting until Finn Maxwell made it to my table. I couldn’t place it, but, there was something familiar about his eyes. When he told me he worked in physical therapy, I knew I probably had seen him during one of my routine rotations. He sometimes visited patients in the hospital for initial assessments. Familiarity is all I would have gotten. Since my focus isn’t on strangers, he would have been another stick figure in the crowd. But, his eyes, yes, I definitely felt a connection.

This created an unpleasant excitement within me. The sense of acquaintance traced its way down from my pupils to the pit of my stomach. Not understanding the sensation, my first instinct was to flee, my fight or flight awareness humming brilliantly through my nervous system. But, this was just a guy. Just a guy. Get a grip.

Have you ever experienced the feeling something more encompassed the routine? That what we do isn’t just solely a physical performance, but, something we are…something we become? It’s the evolution or the graduation if you will, into a higher level of being. For example, the simple act of studying text books and completing labs transitioned me into a doctor from a student. I became an evolved level of existence by flexing my brain power, reaching into the depths of my mind to connect synapses and neurons. Complex nerves combined to form a memory I will use in the future to diagnose and treat my patients.

Is that what love is? If so, then, how do emotions connect? I understand that when hormones become part of the equation, we are acting on the primal instinct to procreate and continue the species. But, it must be more than just the need to mate. That’s where I’ve lost comprehension. I’m afraid to let myself fall captive to the uncontrollable. The unknown emotional sea is treacherous territory for an analytical like me.

Then in walks Finn Maxwell. Superficially, we connected on a medical level. His manner of speech told me in our short time together he should be an orthopedic physician. He could do it, and I wondered why he wasn’t. Our shared medical passion for helping others seared my outer wall and allowed that tiny seed of interest to grow. Like a pesky weed, I fear I won’t so easily pluck him from my existence, as his eyes allowed access to take root in the recesses of my gut.

Men are parasites! That must be it. He is talking and laughing, making me laugh in return. On the outside I shimmer and giggle, but, on the inside logic curses me. What the hell am I doing? I knew this could happen, it’s why I started this dating experiment in the first place.

Where have I seen him before? I determine this familiarity is the basis for all the nonsensical giddiness. Finn, the parasitic creature, gained access before, just by a glance or maybe even a stare into my soul. When did I give him permission?  Again, it perplexes me. But, I don’t look away. I should turn to salt, but I don’t, I turn to human jello and giggle again at something inane he said. He could give the weather forecast and I would melt by the crescendo that he craftily built into his message.

Holy shit.

Finn is the parasite that invaded me. But, when, I still don’t know. I know it began before now. Whether he completely takes over is beyond me. We may not go on a date, it may not be our fate. That’s entirely up to our teams and our placement. He knows about athletes, I don’t. His team must be much better than mine. That’s what I’ll do, I’ll intentionally “fix” my team to fall at the bottom each week. I know he will emerge toward the top. For I fear if we are alone, something else will take hold and it will make me lose not only my inhibitions, but, my clothes as well.

Thank goodness Ms. Fontaine showed up when she did. I stopped being such a nerd and just relaxed into casual conversation. That’s when Finn really became interesting and I let it happen. I allowed the warmth of his electricity to flow across my skin and just breathed in his masculine scent…could those be the elusive pheromones? Oh dear, I’m doing it again, talking like Spock. Living inside my mind is such a dangerous place for love. It plays hide and seek with my diagnostic conscious, but has yet to emerge as a winner.
Just smile at him you twat, stop being a pansy. I’ve scraped up body parts in real life horror houses, this won’t defeat me. He won’t defeat me.

But, yet, I fear he already has. This walking set of cells called Finn Maxwell took root inside me a long time ago and won’t leave until my subconscious allows it. If only I can remember where those eyes engaged me before, I could possibly escape. I respond to an unimportant question. “Why yes, I have three brothers. They all work in the family business. Me? Oh, no, I wanted to follow a different career path. My parents understood.” Articulate as giving a speech in human anatomy, I nailed the delivery and once again shined. I sing altered words in my mind, I should have been an author but I wound up here.


I nodded and cocked my head, and even batted my eyelashes in a mere three minutes time. It both fascinates and perturbs me, as I didn’t even know I had that feminine ability. It must be genetic, I never practiced these moves to the perfection I demonstrated today. Finn Maxwell, you could be my passionate undoing. 
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Friday, May 23, 2014

Fantasy League Friday! The Profile for Danika Parker!

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why?

Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published!

You will now get a closer look at Danika Parker:

1) What do you do for work? – Medical student by day…Crime Scene cleanup specialist when available
2) Where are you from? – Galveston, TX
3) What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I’m loyal to the bones, but, unsure about this whole love thing.
4) When was your last relationship and how long did it last? I’ve not had relationships, I’ve only had dates.
5) What are you looking for in a relationship? Someone to finally prove me wrong and make me love them.
6) What do you think is the most important value in a relationship? Trust. Believe me, I know how to clean up a mess…
7 ) Do you want to marry or have you ever been married? I want to get married someday, I want a partner.
8) What do you look for in a husband/wife?  A sense of humor and strong work ethic
9) Do you want/do you have any children? Yes, I want a few of my own, or maybe just one.
10) What do you do for fun? – My brothers and I try to stump each other with word games. At the moment, I’m winning with the most words that end in the long “O” sound…you know like “Yo”.
11) What are you most proud about? My unblemished college GPA
12) Is religion important to you? Hmmm…wow, that’s not a question, it’s an essay topic.
13) Do you follow politics? No. Are you a Democrat or a Republican? I’m staunchly independent.
14) Do you believe in love at first sight? No.
15) What is your most treasured possession and why? My mom dried and pressed the first flower my dad ever gave her. She gave it to me on my 16th birthday. That flower’s infinite beauty reminds me of my parents’ love for each other and us kids.
16) What is your favorite month of the year and why? January- because crime scene cleanup in southern Texas in most other months is extremely ripe.
17) Which is your favorite book/movie?  Alice in Wonderland…the old Disney version
18) Which is the last book you read? Would have to be a text book- I’m not reading civilian books these days.
19) Which is the one job in the world that you would love to do? I’m excited to be a doctor and really want to be a neurologist. So, I’m in med school, let’s see what happens.
20) Which is your favorite music and your favorite singer/band? I like soothing music. My days are so chaotic, I need something to take me away from all that.
21) Do you like animals/keep pets? Nah, I don’t have time and I also don’t really get attached to living things.
22) How do you spend your spare time? I have one percent spare time. I’m usually sleeping or catching up on the DVR
23) Where do you see yourself in five years’ time? Practicing medicine
24) If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be? Elephant, I never forget
25) Do you believe a cup is half empty or half full? Are you an optimist or a pessimist? I’m a realist.
26) If you could travel back through time, what single mistake would you correct in life? What are the deepest regrets of a person? Wow, I have no answer for either of them. I’ve not yet lived enough to regret any of my choices.
27) You have got six months to live, what will you do first? Visit Washington D.C.
28) Is sexual compatibility important to you? I suppose. I’m not very physical. But, doesn’t mean I’m not interested.
29) Who was your hero, as a child? My mom and dad.
30) If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions? Buy my mom and dad a retirement home so they don’t have to work anymore.
31) Which was the first crush you ever had? MacGyver
32) What makes you laugh/cry? I don’t feel much sorrow. But, laughter, yea, Bridesmaids killed me.
33) If you have friends coming over, what would you cook? The best Chinese takeout money could buy. But, I rarely have friends over, I don’t have time.
34) Describe your perfect holiday. We love the 4th of July at our house. It’s nice to see something beautiful in the sky rather than the ugliness we see on the ground.
35) Which T.V. program would you never miss? Naked and Afraid. I’d so meet the challenge.
36) What is the last CD you bought? A relaxation CD for yoga
37) Are you a morning person or a night person? I’m a morning person, for sure.
38) Would you like to climb a mountain or trek across a desert? Climb a mountain
39) What adjective would a close friend use to describe you? Guarded
40) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Beach hut in Fiji…I’ve never been there but, they tell me it’s nice…
41) Into which personality’s shoes would you like to step for a day? Mike Rowe
42) Who is you favorite actor/actress/celebrity and why? Joe Manganiello and it doesn’t require an explanation
43) Who is your favorite sportsperson? Tony Romo…don’t ask me why. I just think that guy needs a break.
44) What is your favorite sporting activity? Rock Climbing
45) Which is your favorite genre of movies - comedy/thriller/action? Comedy. I need relief.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

OMGoodness is my Tattoo POISON??

Hugs for today!
Good morning!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. It’s so frustrating because I’ve not yet found a doctor to say YES, Eureka! We know what’s wrong.
OMG is my TATTOO POISON?
Not really, that was just to grab your attention. Today I talk with you about getting a tattoo when you have an autoimmune disorder. I’m no doctor and I can’t speak for everyone, but, I can share my experience.
First off, I LOVE MY TATTOO. Kayden DeGiovanni of Dallas Tattoo is The Man. Based upon my lovely daughter’s awesome design, he created something spectacular and bursting with color. I sat in that chair for almost three hours and the time just flew by. It didn’t even hurt.
He talked with me about his preferred method of early tattoo care. I’d never tried his approach before, but, I liked the concept. He suggested keeping saran wrap over the fresh tat for 2-3 days and not to apply anything. Just clean well with antibacterial soap and change the wrapping periodically. Let it “marinate in its’ own juices.” I didn’t need to apply lotion because the saran wrap kept it moist.
It worked well. I didn’t have the obnoxious flaking and scabbing as badly as I’d had in the past by just using lotion, A&D, etc. So, that was a bonus.
But, I’m on day 12 of my tattoo experience and my entire body is still trying to recover. I need to realize that with my condition things that normally don’t affect people negatively might have an impact on me. Now, that doesn’t mean I CAN’T do these type things, it just means I need to remember that I could have a laundry list of symptoms.
Otherwise known as a FLARE.
My flare started on Saturday, the day after my tat. I woke up just tired. The nagging cold that had been starting to go away was back again. My throat hurt and I felt like a wrung out dishrag. I had almost zero energy. My tattoo felt like a sunburn and was extremely hot to the touch. I had some slight bruising that developed just below the area of ink. An odd location I thought.
During the past 12 days, my memory has been much worse and I’ve been in a perpetual fog. I’ve had a difficult time remembering the simplest things, but, I’ve managed to get by using extra post it notes and writing notes on my hand like I did in junior high.
After the point, I researched the subject of getting tattoos if a person has an autoimmune disorder and discovered my flare wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. I should have looked this up BEFORE, to know what to expect. As a matter of fact a person could also experience:
  • Scarring
  • Heavy bleeding
  • Significant bruising
  • Redness/itchiness
  • Increased healing time
I suppose this is good news, bad news in a way. I find it good that my flare is just a result of the tattoo and will eventually dissipate. The bad news is that I have to be willing to chance the extreme in symptoms. Further, if I get more ink, the same symptoms could occur, or not. Or, I could have worse or different symptoms. There is just no way to know.
Sigh.
But, I love my new tat and wouldn’t change a thing. I’m slowly feeling better and taking care of my body with increased rest, increased fluids, and making sure I take my vitamins and supplements. Oh, and applying coconut oil to my now surface-healed tattoo to keep it supple and finish the healing process from the inside.
If you have diabetes, fibromyalgia, or an autoimmune disorder, talk with your doctor or other health care practitioner before getting inked. Maybe you should stop certain meds or supplements before your appointment. At any rate, it’s always good to know the potential risks or side effects so you can prepare with how to handle them.


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Tuesday Tales and Life in a Yellow House

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Our Tuesday Tales group is writing to a picture prompt this week- 300 words no more/no less. Could you relax in this serene, quaint little cottage? I think I could.  However, maybe not if you're a crime scene clean-up crew. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms.

"My brothers all work in the family business, so, my parents are in good hands with passing the company along. Unfortunately, it’s a thriving endeavor, so, will be profitable for years to come. Why should I say unfortunately? Because my parents own a biohazard remediation service, also known as crime scene cleanup. My family must be at their best during some of the worst in times.

I don’t think the reasons behind why my parents went into this line of work are terribly important. However, a multiple homicide in our local small town shocked the citizens and the family had nowhere to turn for help getting that mess out of their home. With blood trailed from the front porch to the back deck, not only were the surviving family members in shock, they needed help from someone compassionate, professional, and above all discreet. My parents helped out and I think some fly by night company came in to finish up, but, they didn’t treat the survivors with the same genuine concern that my parents did. So, out of small town tragedy, Service Trauma Professionals, Incorporated was born.

Eventually, S.T.P. grew to encompass some of the larger surrounding communities where more incidents occurred requiring their specialty clean-up. Word of mouth spread through police departments, funeral homes, and the like quickly expanding the demand for my parents’ business. They were popular before CSI came on national network CBS.

However, I have to think the subject of death, murder, suicide, hoarding, drug labs, and decomposing bodies has something to do with my “broke love button” (and no, I don’t mean my sugar plum.That works just fine, thank you, I’ve reaffirmed that time and time again on my own.) Along the way, decomposing bodies became commonplace and blood spatter patterns replaced average dinner conversations." 
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Friday, May 16, 2014

Fantasy League Friday! a Brand New Feature!

I have lots of F’s going on today! It’s the Friday Fantasy for my Fellow Fathomers. Each Friday you will meet a new face of the Fantasy Leagues. Some will be the participants in the first-ever Fantasy Leagues games. Others will be the faces and stories behind the scenes.
But, today, you meet Lola Fontaine, the beautiful, business-savvy brains behind one of the most successful dating clubs around. I think it’s best if she just introduces herself…take it away Lola!
“I love the meet and greet until the spotlight is on me. I operate better in the one to one, or sometimes even two to one, setting better than when a crowd is cloying for information. I’m a very private person, but, you would be too if you had my walk-in closet of a past.
My passion is helping others connect. As hard as my exterior is, it does my heart good to help someone make a true love connection. So, I started the Fantasy Leagues. I had a few other dating services before, but, this club really hit the ground running and hasn’t stopped yet. It’s amazing.
You will get a better idea of the concept as these blog posts progress. I don’t think Davee likes to let all the cats out of the bag at once, but, she will be kind enough to offer you tidbits.
Sit back, hold on, and get ready for an interactive dating experience like you’ve never seen before! Kisses!”
Xxoo Lola

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Saving Forever - Book 3 - Jasinda Wilder - My Review

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664948-saving-forever
Saving Forever *****Snowflakes
by Jasinda Wilder – Book Three in the Ever Trilogy- final installment
Spoiler Alert!  I enjoyed the way the series ended. Cade, Ever, and Cadence are a beautiful, happy family, and it worked for me. By now, you guys all know the entire cast of characters was written doomed with severe personality flaws…so, how are their actions so shocking?
I gave this book 5 snowflakes even though I personally had some questions. The questions I have do not detract from the rating. I’m learning to separate emotion from fact when writing reviews, and it’s made the process more enjoyable.
Jasinda’s writing continues to impress me. The varied verb uses and reaching into the Thesaurus for a creative spin on an old, routine favorite word is a craft of hers. I appreciate her for that.
The storyline is believable. Yes, folks, it is. Cade suffered severe injuries in the wreck. He lost his child and his wife lie in a vegetative state, assumed never to awaken again. So, the twin sister steps up and steps in when he has no one else. Repeat, he has no one else.
This family was doomed for this affair to happen due to circumstances beyond their control. Fate threw Cade and Eden together at the worst possible time, for the worst possible reason. No matter how shocking the pair carries on, I personally would think it odd if neither one made a pass at the other.
Yup. That’s what I said.
Eden nursed Cade and mourned her sister. Cade fell into a depression and missed his wife, his partner, the only person alive who loved him. Plus, these characters were drawn as flawed and highly co-dependent characters, I saw the writing on the wall. Eden had been troubled her entire life.  I never fully understood how and why their father just stepped off the face of the planet. All of a sudden, he was just gone. So, yea, if me as a reader felt confused and abandoned, of course what would Eden feel?
When pregnant Eden disappeared, I wasn’t sure what would happen. That sequence made sense as she was just trying to run and not face the consequences. Of course she was freaked out about how Cade would react…not to mention the most important of all, Ever. She was pregnant with her twin sister’s husbands baby…folks, it doesn’t get much more angst-y than this.
Eden threw herself into the cello and her workouts. However, as much and hard as she ran, I’m shocked she didn’t have a miscarriage. Of course, I don’t think it mattered to her. But, every time she took off in her shoes, I assumed there’s no way a child could gestate successfully inside her intensive body. But, the child persevered.
Toward the end is where I got confused. The time frames seemed off. I couldn’t understand when Eden actually went into labor, it seemed like right after Christmas Eve. When Cade and Ever finally found her at home…it should have been freezing cold. And, it was, they wore coats, but, then, Eden’s six weeks checkup happened and later they were in the boat and eating outside like it was fall. I imagined Michigan in February to be much colder. So, I was thinking too much. Also, the adoption occurred really fast, almost unbelievably fast. But, again, that’s my brain working too hard and just not enjoying the story.
So, it was a satisfying end to a severely dysfunctional group of young adults. Just remember folks, it is only fiction…unless you’re on Jerry Springer (and even that is questionable).


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Tuesday Tales and a MOTHER of a Decision

"Danika Parker"
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy Belated Mother's Day to all the beautiful mommies out there in cyberhood.  Our Tuesday Tales group is writing, appropriately, to the word prompt, "mother" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. Our lovely Danika Parker is looking for love....but, does she really believe in it? Let's take a look:


"The notion of love fascinates me. The whole running through a field of flowers and my Prince Charming scooping me up into some all-encompassing hug and then we have a picnic under an old tree. We might even make love under that tree, but, we wouldn’t have to because love is not based upon the physical.
Right?
I honestly wouldn’t know, but, I possess a great charade as the girl next door. I swooned at all the latest hot guys of film because I can appreciate a beautifully crafted human being. I went to my high school prom and traditionally lost my virginity to my date…hmm, his name escapes me. It was more awkward hip hop than the quiet storm of smooth jazz. I remember how his hands felt calloused as they stop started across my body…he must have played sports.
I was popular and accepted and became somewhat of a challenge guys were willing to accept. They never understood that I could actually be one of the guys, have best friends for guys, yet, never, ever have a boyfriend. I pulled a Julio Iglesias and told them I loved them all and it would be heartbreaking to make me choose between them.
I had female friends and a busy academic life. I took college courses during my senior year. I was a member of a long list of clubs and organizations. I went to college on an academic scholarship and graduated with just a blemish under a 4.0. I began medical school and in my opinion, I’m the most successful twenty something I know.
Up to now, I’ve been on a few dates, mostly double dates with mutual friends as we met up for happy hours or concerts. However, most of my friends have begun their careers and some even started families. I have my share of bridesmaid’s gowns that I will probably never wear again. But, it doesn’t make me sad. I’ve studied enough science to disregard the evidence behind pheromones and laws of chemical attraction.
That’s what concerns me.
The concept of love feels as foreign to me as breathing underwater without diving gear. It’s never happened. Although I don’t believe I’d die from love, I’m not ready to jump into my pool and take a deep breath either. Both ideas are preposterous. But, they are dangerously related to one another in my mind.
I’ve never been in love and worry that maybe I’m missing that fuse. Following intensive human biology and chemistry courses, I know all about hormones, sexual responses, and attraction between two animals. We release oxytocin at the height of sexual passion and smaller amounts just in kind, caring everyday interactions. I know I have oxytocin flowing through my body, so, that’s not it. Love is not specifically possessed by the human race. Even animals feel love, loss, and mourning. Elephants will “bury” one of their own dead with leaves and grass. They will even visit the gravesite when only bones exist, just as we visit the cemetery. Birds are very jealous and bluebird males will “beat” a cheating mate with their wings and beaks. I could go on and on with examples from the expansive animal kingdom.
But, what I’m really trying to get down to, my brass tacks, if you will, is my personal ability to give a real damn about another human…maybe even fall in love.
I’m going to pull the childhood card here. Okay…okay…come back, don’t leave. I know it’s been there done that and made therapists around the world rich, but in theory, makes most people’s ass twitch. I’m not stifled or abused, matter of fact, I had a great childhood. I have two loving parents who watched me play chess, dragged me to soccer for a couple of seasons, and accepted it when I didn’t want to work in the family business right after college. Of course, I think going to medical school was the easy way out for me. That they could take.
Yea, I just said medical school was the easy way out.

I guess I need to back up more. Well before I was the itch in my daddy’s pants, he was a contractor. He built solid homes, and had quite the reputation as a log cabin aficionado. He began designing and dabbled in architecture, but, his true love was working with the wood and nails.  Said it was better than any relationship he’d ever had with a female- enter my mother."
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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Slobber on my Keyboard?

Good afternoon!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, physical and mental symptoms, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Today has been a struggle to stay awake, as a matter of fact I succumbed and awakened with my head on my keyboard and a severe crick in my neck. Thank goodness my computer locked and I didn’t have a hundred page document of repeated NNNNNNNNNs. I also did not have drool leaking from my mouth.
Actually, the fatigue has been occurring for quite some time. With the advent of my health problems a few years ago, so came an increased need for sleep. Which was troubling because I was already “I need my eight hours or can’t function” kind of girl. Now, I routinely need nine hours of sleep, that’s on a good night. However, for the past ten days I’ve had a horrible cold that morphed into an upper respiratory infection…hello the need for ten or more hours of sleep each night.
That doesn’t work into the schedule of a busy mom. I don’t know many folks this fits into the schedule of.
However, it’s so tough…and I bet you can identify here. Imagine the alarm clock going off and you hear it, it even may sound in the distance somewhere, but, you know it’s happening. Then, you realize it’s the alarm and it’s physically painful to wake up. Seriously, like my brain absolutely refuses to acknowledge my body. So, I turn off the alarm practically still in a REM state and awaken ninety minutes later freaking out because I’m going to be at work until six in the evening again because I’m not there until nine in the morning.
Sigh.
If I could, I would go to bed at 8:30 pm every weeknight. The sun isn’t even fully down yet and the middle of the evening is still going on. But, I’m sneaking into my room and crawling under the covers, hoping my family doesn’t notice. If you want to suggest exercise during the day to help beat afternoon fatigue, I’m with you. I work out on a regular basis incorporating cardio, strength training, stretching, and yoga on a rotating schedule.
This is a full out, inside out, I’m just plumb tuckered out.
So, if you are fumbling through the dark trying to make sense of your autoimmune disease and you wonder why you are sleepy, it’s your body saying “hello, I’m fighting a battle in here again tomorrow, could you HCO?” (Help a Cell Out)
You don’t see it, but, your cells press on, in rapid formation. Give your body the rest it needs, you won’t always need to go to sleep with the chickens, but, just accept it when you do.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Better Than a Cover Reveal! It's the Trademark Tattoo Reveal!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Today is an awesome Wednesday and I hope everything is going your way in May…(see how I made that rhyme?) Maybe my euphoria is a bit over the top but, I’m so happy to share with you my new trademark. It will be my new tattoo and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.
Allee's Quick Rendition
My beautiful and talented 14 y/o daughter, Alexandrea, drew me a quick rendition of what I wanted. She captured my vision well and I was so ready to see it in color. A friend has some beautiful portrait tattoo work on his arms, and he referred me to his artist, Kayden DiGiovanni, of Dallas Tattoo. Kayden used Allee’s image and created a beautiful and lasting doppelgänger of what I think my writing means.
Kayden's Artwork
I love flowers and you will find me rescuing bouquets of clearance flowers from the back of Kroger. These guys need a home and a little wilt is nothing. They are beautiful to me. Fresh flowers represent life, beauty, and the potential to make anything brighter.
That’s what writing is to me.
Even when the subject is tough…we find love from the ashes…or wilted flowers.
So, enjoy the image. And I can’t wait for Friday when I get this permanently etched on my skin. I will show pictures!! 

Author/Publisher Jillian Dodd


Welcome to The Locker and a special feature. I had the awesome opportunity to attend and volunteer at the Houston Author Event, hosted by Emily Lalone, owner of Lalone Marketing. I met ten amazing authors and now I want to introduce them to you too.
Today, meet the author Jillian Dodd. I purchased the first two books in her series, The Keatyn Chronicles, while there in Houston. I'm excited to start reading them. :) When you get a chance, check out her books. I think you will love them!




  I was very impressed to learn that this lady is not only a best-selling author, but, she now has her own publishing company as well!

Bandit Publishing

Jillian on Goodreads

Jillian's website

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Tuesday Tales...No One is Guaranteed It'll Ever Be Free

Welcome Fellow Fathomers to Tuesday Tales. Our group will be writing to the word prompt "free" this week. Now, I've been giving snippets of Owen and Pearl's story in the TT, but, I can't do that anymore....because I have a contract on their story!!  Yay! Instead, I take you to a new series I've recently begun writing. I'm super excited about it and hope you will be too. For this excerpt, the owner and CEO of The Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, gives a little bit of her perspective...let's peek in.

"For our first group meeting with the new participants for this years’ fantasy football league, as usual, I went slightly over the top. Okay, I went completely over the top of the mountain. I always do, for every first meeting. But, I have my reasons. No matter that I have a signed and binding contract, it always makes me nervous that someone will drop. I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. It really screws with my numbers to have odd numbers. It could actually debilitate the process with an unbalanced number of men and women. Unless, of course, the participants are into polyamory, which has surprisingly happened a few times. That sounds like a whole new area I should explore…damn shiny objects and butterflies- or make that hot group sex and violent wands-snicker snicker. Back to topic.
Our presentation space contained a large meeting room complete with a small boxed-off raised platform I called our “stage”.  The comfortable meeting chairs sat in a close band in a semi-circle around the stage. Everyone had an unobstructed view in an intimate setting. They would all sit close enough to smell each other’s perfume, cologne, and maybe even mouthwash. They needed to get involved in each other from the jump. Get the pheromones flying.
What rounded out my office building was the pride and joy of my outdoors. The wide open windows overlooked a small garden area containing a xeriscaped garden - one that eliminated the need for most watering. In clean, crisp contemporary fashion, cacti, native bluegrass, tall fescue, and other succulents weathered safely, without much active regard, in strategically positioned spots. I came out here often to reflect and, okay, maybe strategize, but, what brought me a paycheck also brought others a new and exciting life, so, it worked. Nothing was free, even happiness, it sometimes seemed.
 And, so, another spectacular season would be under way. Everyone would meet each other that day, do a little hobnobbing, take mental notes, and recall images for their spank bank later that night. It’s the first time for the representative to take over and make a winning impression. The representative? Yes, the invisible third person apparent in all new relationships. The representative is the one who never has bad breath, never farts in front of you, and always makes sure the other one satisfactorily climaxes during sex- and if not, closes the deal even after they’re satisfied. Hell, even the foreplay is better with the representative and the girl gives at least one blow job a week with the rep on the job. Maybe more importantly, the representative is a master at completely disguising everyone’s most unappealing traits during the all-important phase of early courtship.
With all twenty-six representatives eagerly looking on, I took the small stage radiant in an all-white power suit. It hugged my curves in all the right places while remaining professional. To stop from sweating profusely, I even had Botox injections in my armpits. I probably wouldn’t qualify as your routine patient of hyperhidrosis, but, I pay my doctor enough money, he takes care of my needs in ways like that.  Strategically placed silver jewelry catches the light for dazzling, eye-popping reflections, like mini laser lights. For my opening speech, the spotlight is on me with dimmers over the audience. My opening must hook them, get them excited for this participation- this game of love.
“Long ago, I decided my life can be passionately summed up in a simple tagline- if you remain an option you will never become a priority.” I allowed that to sink in and walked from one side of the stage to the other. “Let me say that again, if you remain an option, you will never become a priority.” I pointed one long manicured nailed finger slowly at no particular individual, drew my hand back and pointed again and again to prove my point. I scanned the audience with slow, well-timed precision. Then, I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m passionate about making others a priority, so, why shouldn’t I be one as well? That’s what you should be saying to yourself every day when you see your reflection in the mirror.”
Are you intrigued by my new series? I hope so, this crisp, titillating new series will pair Fantasy Sports Leagues with an almost speed dating approach. Stay tuned for more snippets and more fun. As always, please visit our Tuesday Tales Main for more takes on the writing prompt, "free".

Friday, May 2, 2014

Thespian Wench Featured Author - Jennifer Simpkins!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to The Locker today we have Jennifer Simpkins and her new release Moving On...from this hot cover I can tell there's alot going on inside, so, strap in and get yourself ready to read a little more. :)
Moving On
A Novella
By Jennifer Simpkins

Blurb:
Love hasn’t come easy to Hadley Jameson. With her daughter away at college, she’s decided to take time for herself and figure out what comes next. A cabin at Wildflower Creek seems like the perfect place to spend some time alone and gather her thoughts. But when she finds a strange man with sad eyes and a sexy grin in her cabin, her vacation plans change.

Being a firefighter, Ethan Crocker has seen some awful scenes play out, but none of his training could prepare him for when he’s called on to save someone close to home. When tragedy strikes, his life spirals out of control. After months of living in a fog, he’s determined to get his life back on track and be happy again. As luck would have it he finds a beautiful naked woman standing on the patio of his cabin rental, giving him the perfect distraction.

Excerpt:
This wasn’t the first time Ethan Crocker had seen a beautiful women. Take that back, a beautiful semi-naked women. He just didn’t expect to find one standing on the patio of the cabin he was renting with her bikini bottoms off and working on her top. Her petite arms stretched around her back and untied the last stitch of clothing.
It was one thing to see a woman briefly changing clothes, with all intention of putting something else on. This stranger outside seemed to enjoy being naked. After her top joined her bikini bottoms on one of the chairs, she tossed her head back, face towards the sky, with her arms spread out like a bird.
A sharp ache throbbed in his chest. He’d known another lively, free spirited woman. And it felt as if, every time he thought about the loss in his life, the small dull ache hit him all over again.
Was the woman he was staring at now, some kind of hippie? If so, that explained the whole being nude outside part. But besides her being stripped down and acting a little off with the “spreading her wings like a bird” thing, she didn’t look like a hippie to him. He didn’t quite know what he was dealing with yet.
It was wrong to stand in the background and watch a woman when she thought she was alone. He felt as if he was intruding on a private moment. But for obvious reasons, like he hadn’t been with a woman longer than he cared to admit, and what he was staring at now was borderline erotic, he literally couldn’t look in any other direction. Because she was standing with her side to him, he could only make out her profile. That was enough for him to figure out her body was gorgeous. All that dark hair, that at the moment was in need of a brush, toned legs and arms, flat stomach, small, but perky breasts that would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Hell, even her small, perfectly shaped ears were turning him on.
Shit. Legs suddenly feeling heavy, feet planted to the linoleum floor, Ethan couldn’t turn and retreat before the beautiful goddess glanced towards the sliding glass door. She had to have seen him. The doors were big and wide, hiding nothing. He also wasn’t trying very hard to be discreet.
He watched as she hurriedly searched the patio before grabbing a large towel jumbled up on a table. She wrapped it around her body. It was then that her gaze landed on him again, but this time something resembling fire blazed there.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Who the hell are you?” the mystery goddess demanded after she slid the glass doors open. She stomped her way right up to him. “What are you doing in my cabin? And why were you gawking at me?”
Her fierceness made him actually fall back a step. It was the first time he’d moved his feet since he’d caught sight of her outside. “Yours? I’m sorry, darling, but this is mine.” The next two weeks had been booked in his name months ago. Number nine. He’d made sure he got this specific cabin when he had made the reservation. “And I find it hard to believe you don’t already know the answer to that last question.”
Her brown eyes with a hint of gold grew wide. “This place was booked for me a few days ago. I’ve been here since Monday night.”
His attempt at flirting either went unnoticed, or she was just choosing to ignore him. That was okay. Her being pissed and wanting to get rid of him was for the best. He wasn’t at Wildflower Creek to get tangled up in a woman. He was there for…what? To find peace? Acceptance? To get his family off his back? Maybe he was just running. Not knowing why he was there only proved he needed to be there to figure it out.
“It looks like we’re in a bit of a situation, now doesn’t it?” He held out his hand to her. “I’m Ethan, by the way.”
With one hand gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she extended a hand out, but not to greet him. She snatched a spray can of sunblock off of the kitchen counter and held it up at face level with the nozzle aimed at him. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know if you’re telling me the truth about this cabin being booked for you too.” The finger she had placed on the trigger flinched. “But what I do know is that you’re a pervert. I suggest you get out before—”
Ethan gave a smirk. “If I was a bad guy do you think a can of sunblock is going to save you?”
“Do you really want to stick around to find out?” she shot back.

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Bio:
Jennifer has always been an avid reader, but it wasn't until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights, until seven months later she had written her first novel.

She lives in a small, Tennessee town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.

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