Tag: blogging

need a new title.

since i’m done with the first leg of my journey … writing a novel and becoming published, i figure it’s time to figure out where this blog’s headed and what to call it. (not the web address … just the title and description)

also, i’ll have an actual, real website up soon. the weebly one was just for fun to see what it’d do as far as stats.
so, i need to decide how that will figure in with all of this.

basically, i’m just confused as hell.
i’ve no clue where to go from here. i feel like luigi in super mario 2 — jumping up high, flailing around and kicking my legs, but not really moving too far forward. at least not at this exact moment.

i do, though, have my book cover finished, or rather, my friend does. well, except for the text on the back.
i hate all my pitches and need to decide what to put back there. and i need to do it soon b/c we’re both DYING to show off the awesomeness that is this cover. seriously…

i have a lot to blog about and have a few posts started that i’m hoping to finish and publish soon.

i must admit, the grass is a bit greener but i think i left my glasses on the other side of the fence because it’s all kinda fuzzy….

now that i have no clue what i said, i’m off to sleep because i’ve been fighting it for 4 1/2 hrs with no real reason.
maybe a title will come to me in a dream ;)

Been Writing. Here’s An Excerpt.

So I’m working on my blog for give a girl a pen that I have to post tomorrow, plus reviewing some things for people, and trying to write Avalon, so I’ve not the time to blog today.

Instead, I’ll leave you with a super short excerpt from a day in the life of Alexis Hodge =)


Alexis slammed the back door of her ‘parents’’ house, and made a beeline for her car. At least Roxie would make her feel somewhat normal. Her 1967 VW Beetle was in pristine condition, and Alexis could not imagine any other car suiting her so well.

She grabbed the door handle, and quickly drew her hand back.

“Damn it!” That frackin’ hurt! What the hell?

Once again, she attempted to open the car door. Her hand was met with the same response—searing pain.

Can something please be normal in my life for one freaking second today? Just one thing?!

Dropping down to her knees, holding her useless right hand at her waist, Alexis shuffled around in her purse for her phone. Her left hand was fairly incapable of doing anything helpful, but she was able to scroll to Hollie’s number and hit send.


“Hey, Hols. Can you come help me?” Alexis started to sniffle, and tears once again welled up. She let them fall. And fall.

“What’s going on, sweets? Why are you crying? Where are you?” Hollie sounded frantic.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I just need to leave and I can’t. My parents aren’t my parents and my car just burned me….” She was sobbing so hard at this point that her words were all jumbled together and made no sense.

“Alexis—calm down. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll get over to you. You at home?”

“Yeah,” Alexis managed to blubber out.

Hollie reassured Alexis she’d be right there, and Alexis just let the phone drop back into her purse. She curled up into a ball, her forehead on her knees, tears spilling freely.

When it seemed she no longer had anything left to cry, Alexis felt a reassuring hand on her back. She slowly sat up, wiped her nose with her palm like a little kid, and looked to see who was there.


Most likely, I’ll take a look at this tonight or tomorrow morning and revise a bit. Then I’ll post a revision.
If anyone feels like critiquing, go for it!!