Category Personal Tidbits

Between my getting the erysipelas on my face again, then Buffy going to New Jersey, then Buffy having to come back from New Jersey early because she had what looked like cellulitis on her leg, then her almost getting put in the hospital, then the computer not working, then email not sending but receiving just fine, then Comcast being jerks… well, I could go on and on, but I won’t. It’s been a crazy couple of months, and I’m ready for everything to settle down again. I’m still not feeling great and I’m running to the bathroom every 10 minutes, but hey, what else is new?

Maybe now I can settle down and get some editing and writing done, and get the next installment in the THREE series published (I know I said I’d do it last month and I’m very, very sorry, but it’s coming soon, I promise!) I even have the cover for the fourth installment ready for a cover reveal. But for now, I have to get some real work done first. I have a ton of emails to respond to now that I can send and receive emails again, and then I have some work cleanup to do on the forum and such. I always feel better when I’m being productive, but the last few months have just felt like I was spinning my wheels getting little done but putting in so much effort.

So because of all this, I’m not going to continue to strain...

CELESTE is the title of my first novella that was published on Amazon and is now available from other fine online book retailers toward the end of the year last year. I got the idea for the novel from a movie I had watched, in which a man believes something to be true, only to learn that he’s the only one who believes it that way. Then there was a documentary of a woman who was locked up in a mental hospital and had to be constantly restrained because she saw spiders crawling all over her. To get rid of the spiders, she would harm herself, try to scratch and burn and hit the spiders. She was the only one who saw the spiders.

I got to thinking: What if instead of spiders, what she saw was something good, something that made her happy instead of something that caused bad things to happen. If she’s happy, does it matter if it’s real or not? Would we lock someone up for seeing something no one else sees if he’s not a danger to anyone else?

And what if he’s already had a mental break, so he’s weak and there’s money and family involved, and…

Well, I don’t want to give anything away, and a...

This Blog post intentionally left Brief in honor of the theme Brevity.

Love and stuff,

Michy

PS: On my other blog, you can read B is for Bird.

B is also for Brad, who is one of the lead characters in my romance series THREE. Check out the first installment of the series, Three: A Family Affair, for absolutely free on Amazon Kindle (you can read it on your computer if you don’t have a Kindle!).

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A few years back, I wrote an article about How to Apologize. It seems simple, doesn’t it? I mean, how can you get saying, “I’m sorry” wrong? Well, you can. And most people do. The basic part that most people get wrong isn’t in the sincerity or the actual giving of the apology. Do you apologize properly?

First, in order to properly apologize, one need to feel there is something worth apologizing for. There must be some sort of admission of a wrongdoing for their to be a proper apology. Haven’t you ever had someone apologize to you, but you knew they hadn’t a clue why you were upset in the first place and they were only apologizing because they felt like they were supposed to? There has to be some contrition somewhere, some feeling of having done something to wrong another that is worthy of an apology.

Second, the sincere apology must be spoken, written or somehow given to the object of the wrongdoing.

Third, and this is where most people real...

Many years ago, back when I was in junior high school, I was in a 7th grade class they called ‘enriched English’. This class was a precursor to the advanced placement (AP) classes that many students are familiar with today, but back then, the AP program was not even a dream yet. The ‘enriched’ class let students who had shown an excellence in certain subjects work at a slightly faster or higher pace or level than the tradition curriculum. If someone was good at math, but sucked at English, they could take an ‘enriched’ math class but a regular English one. Anyway, I was enriched English, which meant we weren’t reading the same books that year that the regular class read. We, lucky, lucky us, were reading Romeo and Juliet. The real one. You know, written in like Olde English or something. Fun!

Our treat for slogging through Shakespeare in our teen years was that when we finished reading it, we could watch the movie… which wasn’t much of a treat, since it had been filmed in 1968 and was dubbed from, I think, Italian, so it wasn’t exactly a fun flick for teens.

With one exception.

There was a nude scene.

The movie was rated PG-13 (though I...

What is a blog hop? It’s a way for readers to discover authors who are new to them. On this stop on the blog hop, you’ll find a bit of information on me and one of my books and links to three other authors you can read.

Thanks to Rissa Watkins and Kimberley Linstruth-Beckom, penname Amanda Kimberley, for inviting me to participate in this event. You can click the following link to learn more about each of them.

Rissa Watkins: http://rissawrites.wordpress.com/2013/03/14/the-next-big-thing-blog-hop/

Amanda Kimberley: http://www.fibroandfabulous.com

Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts and questions, then click the links and visit the other authors. From there, you can visit even more authors, and keep hopping from blog to blog for as long as you like, reading as many authors who appeal to you and hopefully finding a new favorite!

Michy’s Nex...

My book, Dream Walking, which is a light supernatural suspense novella, was lucky enough to have a cover made for it by the very talented and gorgeous Farah Evers, through her company Farah Evers Designs. Earlier last year, I was proud that the book was entered into the EPIC Ariana eBook Cover Awards for best cover design in its genre, and we were completely excited (though I can’t say I was surprised, because I know she does good work!) that the cover made it to the finals. I mean, a finalist, wooohoo! But who could have imagined it would actually WIN the award?

Well, I could, or else I wouldn’t have allowed it to be entered into the contest...

I’ve said it many times, so most of you already know, that I am a writer and an editor. Words are my world, my living, and the light that shines on my soul and tells you who I am. I write them, twist them, manipulate them, so that they speak on my behalf. Who I am is written in everything I write.

I am a word master.

No, reelee, I is.

Still, even for a master like me, there are some words and sayings in the English language that baffle me.

Fortunately, words in English baffle other people too, so that’s why I can make a living editing. The more confusing the language is, the better for me!

But seriously, I was sitting in a waiting room early this morning, and you know how you never have anything to do in a waiting room, and the magazines are either non-existent, two years old, or else ...

There is nothing more essential to life than breath. We know a baby is born alive and well when he takes his first breath; we know someone has died when they take their last breath, and then there are all the breaths in between that make up life.

So many times someone would tell me, “Breathe, Michelle…” and I thought it was a silly thing to say. After all, we all know what happens when you stop breathing, right? No one would intentionally choose to stop breathing, would they?

Yet, we do… we forget to breathe, sometimes… and we often do need that gentle reminder to breathe.

Every major event in my life, breath was a part of it – but not just because I WAS breathing, but more because I wasn’t...

Let’s talk about prostitution. While many may consider prostitution to be a ‘woman’ thing, I need to point out here that men can be prostitutes too. Keep that in mind as I ramble here.

First, I have to tell you that I personally feel that prostitution should not be illegal.

Please note, I did not say that prostitution should be legal either. What I believe is that there should be no laws whatsoever that control or limit or regulate how, when, why human beings who are adults and can consent should have sex.

I know many of you will come up with, “But what about the exploitation of women? Pimps, etc?…”
To that, I clearly say to make the ...