Author Davee Jones

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 over three years. Initially, rheumatologists diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE), Sjogren's Syndrome, and fibromyalgia. However, none of the earlier prescribed medications provided any relief. Actually, I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, I finally found a wonderful rheumatologist, B. Rezazadeh in Plano, Texas. She determined through exam, medical history, and blood tests I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. (I test positive for ANAs in my blood, and also had a positive Vectra DA test.) Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is sometimes more frustrating learning to live with this chronic condition.  Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.There are several variet...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image, which we are writing to this week. Our rules change a little for the photo prompt, as we only have 300 words for the offering. Photo inspiration this time comes from the picture of a door. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.   The following from me will be an excerpt f ro m Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~ Maintaining faith in the designer, I spent hours, days, wondering if I made the right choice with all the brightness. I think my son will like it, so, I took the risk. Becoming a mother changed me. I suddenly became more open to creativities I’d only imagined. Having him gave me the permission to not only embrace, but, bring my inner creativity alive, as I’d enc...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, hardy. Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. Her cell phone ringing interrupted Carolyn’s respite. Only Nixie knew where she was, and wouldn’t call- probably not even if an emergency had her panicked. Looking at the number, she immediately saw George’s name, and she blanched. Not even declining the call, she let it ring till it stopped, debating on turning the damn thing off. What happened to the days of landlines and the ability to disappear without interruption? He called again three more times before stopping. Her heart dropped each time he reached out. What would she say exactly?  I’m sorry, I made out with your brother before he felt me up. I couldn’t tell the difference, so…sorry. How ridiculous was the way she berated herself. She’d never been so self-deprecating and it pissed her off. A text message then appeared before she threw her phone behind the bed. ...