I suck at newsletters.

Listen.

I can write a 78,000 word page book in three months readers love. What I can't do? Write a damn newsletter. 

Everyone, and I mean EVERY ONE, is saying I need to have one to sign up readers and keep them abreast of my latest comings and goings. I tried the newsletter thing for like, three months. I sucked at it. I sucked HARD at it.

I would forget what day of the month it was. This happens frequently in my daily life as I work full-time from home. I would feel my content was not up-to-par. I felt like a fraud. And I hated every minute of it.

I decided to give it up for my mental health. 

I've wracked my brain at finding suitable alternatives, and this is all I got. This blog. I'll post here and on my Inman Books Facebook Page.

That should keep everyone up-to-date. I love to blog and blather on about the writing and other subjects.

If you're joining me from the Flirty in Kansas City 2025 Book event, Welcome! I'm feral but friendly and honest to a fault. Okay. I am blunt. Blunt woman. Often uses profanity and does not understand people. Loves books, music, Simba--my golden child, and factoids. Eclectic. Weird. Can probably interchange those.

And...I suck at newsletters. 😌

If I get my shit together together this year, I want a PA, and this ray of light will be in charge of newsletters and making me virgin jello shots.

 

Always writing...

on a book or two or Facebook or LinkedIn or my blog or anything but a newsletter!

Eclectic

I often think of myself as a kaleidoscope.  Shine a light on me, and there's no telling what colors and patterns I'll show you. 

I store factoids like Pac-Man eats those little yellow dots.  I want more.  I NEED more.  Then I'll pop them off like those little plastic bottles where you pull the string and confetti blows out.  I'll surprise us both.  It's endlessly satisfying.  

It has come to the point now where my wife says, "I'm not surprised you know that."  And I laugh.  Because I read or saw or heard it somewhere.

Growing up in the seventies, I read everything I could get my hands on.  We had books about science at the house.  Do I enjoy science?  Some of it.  But I wanted to read.  So I read.  I read the dictionary.  It would give me the synonym for a word, I'd thumb to that page and then read from there.  Parents bought a set of encyclopedias.  You guessed it, my nose buried deep in those, too.

God, I love the Internet.  I had one of these:

Circa 1980.  I was eightish.  Words matched to definitions.  Spelling.  Learning all with words.  I loved this like no other.  🥳

I'll keep going down rabbit holes and learning about white matter, beyond the pale, and how to cook hearts of palm.

Never stop learning.

Always writing*

...and shining 🌞