I’m a failure kind of girl and I admit it.

I make mistakes sometimes they are so small that only I notice them, they’ve also been known to come in medium sized or even the gigantic variety.
But…. I cook well.

Except for that cake I made yesterday.

All I did was open the oven to peek inside. I didn’t mean to shut the door so hard but the dog was barking and the phone was ringing.

The cake came out of the oven like a twisted martian landscape. Didn’t bother my husband at all, he added extra frosting and declared it good.
What does this have to do with making mistakes? A lot!

It’s okay!
It’s okay if that light pink cake icing turned Barney purple.
It’s okay if you forgot to get the laundry dry cleaned.

We live in a world full of people willing to chastise us publicly for the smallest thing out of place. It could be the color of your lipstick or your latest hair color. Vilifying us for that paper accidentally filed wrong.

Failure is a word. It’s not a belief system, so many people in this world, are afraid of making a mistake. Life is FULL of mistakes, learn from what you’ve done and move on. Be willing to make that next mistake.

Because sometimes, it’s only in our mistakes that we find the creativity that will spur us on.


I believe

I believe that if we touched the person next to us, we might make a difference.
And that if the road ahead is hard and paved with stones,
then it’s mine to travel.
And I believe that if we try harder than we’ve ever tried before,
the path in front of us will straighten out and become easier.
And I believe if you need a helping hand and you reach out…
You’ll always find mine.




Anything but the dishes


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This is the practical side to writing.


  1. Show and Tell
  2. Death to Adverbs
  3. Everyone’s right and your way is wrong.


The remembering of details can seem overwhelming. What to remember when writing an article, short story, or even long story. Who is right, when your reading a critique.


There is another side to publishing that most people forget.


It’s that long and lonely path to publication. It’s where the majority of us quit. It’s confusing, frustrating and at times makes you heart sick.


Skydreamer took longer than I estimated to write.


Beta readers quit.


Some continued and then… offered no suggestions.


Editors have cost me much more than I’ve budgeted and given back so much less than they could have. More than one has quit.


I often feel as if I’m on a road full of pebbles, barefoot, inching my way towards progress.


There are days when it seems that everyone around me is living my dream and I take great courage in that thought because I have a life that has never been strewn with flowers. I will always need that one extra step, I will always feel as if everyone else has jumped over my hurdle with a good two foot clearance to spare.


I am still on my road to progress. Skydreamer is at yet another editor. Maybe it will work, maybe it will take another ten tries. My footsteps are always a little to the left of everyone else’s, a little further apart. My goals are the same, my struggles are the same and I’ll get there. Maybe a little slower than everyone else but the journey will be just as rewarding.


To those who are walking side by side with me. Those of you who have hurdles you feel will never be crossed, this post is for you.  We can do it. I firmly believe that we can do anything we put our minds to, except perhaps the dishes but even that’s okay, because we’re writer’s. We had better something better planned for today anyway!






Every now and then a craft project comes my way. I foolishly decided that yes, I CAN do this one!

Meah, it turned out okay.

I’ve made Bunny Pens (they worked okay, but Spreckles (male) kept figuring out how to get into Oreo (the female’) cage. Thank goodness he was fixed and he didn’t know it. Need I say DRUGS?

I made a table. It worked out fine, except my poor dear husband had to help me redo the entire bottom half. ( I built it strong enough for a platoon to jump on it.. then realized I couldn’t move it!)  IMG_0433

but I can’t do crafts.  Knitting (carpal tunnel), crocheting (see knitting), scrap-booking, … It’s a source of amusement for everyone who see’s it!

So of course, I foolishly decided that I could create a Family Birthday board.  Names and family members, I spruced it up by adding butterflies (It appears you can add to many butterflies).  It turned out….. well, you have to see it to know how it turned out.  Kinda okay with a sad twist to it.


and an important reminder for the hubby …bday

Interesting feature of today’s craft. It was made from a left board from a book case I made about 10 years ago. I cut, I stained, I varnished. I liked the extra board so much, I kept it. I also used old scrap booking material, embroidery thread from my attempts at cross stitching.

What’s the moral? (good question!) The moral is. You can create, it may not look professional, it may not even look good in some cases. Just try, you’ll never know what craft item you can make unless you try it! And if you don’t like it.. its okay, next week, we’ll explore the many ways to get rid of a bad crafting attempt!

Gaming Time


Lately, I’ve been missing pixel world‘s. Worlds created just for gamers.

World‘s where i’ve spent way to many hours. 

I’ve killed thousands of Orc’s and Skelton’s

seen creatures I can’t even describe

and felt the heat of

nonexistent suns

and underwater worlds

whose beauty surpassed reality.

I yearn for scenery both fake and real

For game play and friends both near and far

Those that left

Those that stayed.

I miss nonexistent pallyful powers

Corpse runs in the middle of FV

Learning how to kite

And two box

Unreality and PON

and Laughter and playfulness

I learned teamwork and how to do a

Proper, LOH(Lay on hands)

I also learned how to die with my team.

I miss it all, the way an addict misses ice cream

But you can’t go back.

Not to a boyfriend

Or to a game.

Because in the end, it will never be the same.

I gave them up

To create illusions out of nothing.

Applied to paper in the form of words

That I hope someday

Will be a true enjoyment for others.

This post, however, is dedicated to those who I’ve spent quality time with.

Azlayen, Razma, Meeka, Wrake, Caliktil, and my adopted son Yardwyn.

Who memories keep me amused still.

From East Freeport to the Butcher-block mountains

and Azeroth and beyond.

Cim says, “hi.”

To those I miss

And those I still talk to

Thank you. It was a fun ride!.

Just another day at Home

Visions of Alaska!

This was taken at 9 a.m! My front yard! It’s not quite that spacious, (all in the angle!)


Here’s me on my birthday.. (level up up baby!)

2013 birthday number 46 baby

Yes, there is a line straight down the middle, it’s a self portrait from a mirrored medicine cabinet. Sure, I could have posted one of me smiling, but personally, I think my smiles sorta, well boring, and this is more me when I’m thinking hard.

The shirt was one my son left when he moved out, so naturally when I’m missing him (don’t feel sorry for me, he lives across town!).. I wear his shirt!

Yo, Moose at the old Hyundai? Go lick someone else’s car!


Just another day in the life of your ordinary Alaskan Geek.  Note, I stayed in side for all of these photo’s. Cold is cold people! J.