I'm in love with a plastic flamingo...

...hear me out.

I am an eclectic soul. I will dive into the deepest of holes for information I find fascinating, collect factoids like others collect spoons, rocks, or stamps and horrify when appropriate or inappropriate.

I know realize, while entertaining the wonderful in-laws last night, I rattled off several facts about serial killers. 😬

I can only hope that, over the years, they've come to accept this in their eccentric, but well-meaning, daughter-in-law. 

It makes my Google searches a million times more fun, not to mention my Google history. 😶

And my Facebook feed and other social media ads? 😵

Case in point, I'm scrolling my FB feed, and I often come across different books, as I'm an author. But I'd never come across something quite like this. It was a "lawn ornament shifter" book. 

Say again?

A romance between a woman and a lawn ornament shifter, a flamingo to be exact. I'm still processing. 

I'm not even sure of the exact premise, but I want this to be a Hallmark movie, like yesterday.

I mention this only to reiterate: WRITE WHAT YOU LOVE.

I love writing romance, it's literally a part of my soul. But that's not stopping me from writing about a child serial killer. 

My whims and I. 😊

Be secure in who you are and what you want. Don't look to others to validate you. Take that first step. And if you need to shuffle for a bit, then do so. But keep moving forward. Bit by bit.

That's what I'm telling myself now as life has been crazy and chaotic. Only now finding my feet and trying to get back to whatever "normal" even is. Usually N/A. 😎

Lawn ornaments are the new Ryan Reynolds.

Crystal*

It's all coming back to me now...

...well, not all. 

But as I tried to sleep last night, it wasn't chaotic thoughts, per usual, that filled my head, but dialogue.

Blessed dialogue. More specifically, dialogue from Canary: Out of the Shadows. 🥹 

I nearly got out of bed to jot it down, but I didn't. The two scenes were dynamic enough, I knew I wouldn't forget them. 

It's like being in the silence so long and finally hearing a whisper. 

It was...everything.

I haven't touched a Word .docx in probably a month. I'm too author-fragile right now to check. It'll only reinforce the issue more, and I am merely flapping my wings a bit over here. Getting the wind under them again. Feeling how smooth it can be. Remembering.

Going to hop over to OneNote and put the dialogue and scenes in. They're Ray being...Ray. 😄 

Poor woman doesn't know what's on the horizon. None of them do. 

But dark things have waited so long for a chance to play. 

Back to writing*