Wornoutwoman

So, yesterday was voting day for many offices like County Clerk and Congress.   I always want to educate myself on the many issues and campaign trailblazers so I can make my voice count.  Voting is our God-given right which wasn't even acknowledged by our nation until the women's suffrage movement.  Many of our great-great-grandmothers met, marched, and went on strike to strive for the right to vote. When I hear anyone I come in contact with say that due the fact that they don't like anyone on the ballot they're not going to vote - it blows my mind!  We are blessed with that privilege!  And even if you don't like anyone, to not vote is still casting a vote because your voice isn't heard.   Think of it like this:   What if there was only a choice between peanut butter or jelly - and the popular vote would bring to light what we're allowed to eat.   If you say, 'Well, I don't like either, so it doesn't matter!'  Th

So who has ever claimed to be normal?   Lord knows I'm not!  I have too many quirks to keep count. In fact, my brain is always running on two planes.  While I live in the real world, I'm seeing, feeling, and experiencing things through the eyes, ears, and hearts of my characters.  My day to day experience(s) lend themselves to my creative side, where I delve head and heart first into every detail.    I try to capture the feeling of every second so that I can remember every element. Even something as simple as driving in traffic becomes a scenario in which I create a storyline or imagine what different characters might be going through (while they're sitting in the middle of traffic!)  Really??   Who does that? Sometimes, whatever I've experienced creates a whole new story set for a brand new character that I file away in the back of my brain, where I store until I can dedicate time to writing.  While on other occasions, these daydreaming sessions are just

Every time I see a video like this one below, I'm reminded about the time my husband was asked to do a live on-air remote in a tank full of nurse sharks. As this was early in our marriage (prior to having kids), I was a bit more carefree.  Instead of hesitating at all, we were like, 'heck yeah!' If he'd been asked to do this today (after having kids which makes any momma more concerned for safety), I would have done a little more homework before letting him get into a tank full of sharks. Unknowingly, the night before his escapade, I fed him a huge crab dinner in honor of his big adventure the next day. Apparently - seafood seeps out of your pores for a couple of days so getting in the water with sharks is PROBABLY NOT a good idea. Those nurse sharks were so aggressive that I could hear my husband screaming underwater, as they banged against the cage trying to get at him.  The fact that it wasn't a steel or metal cage didn't help him feel very