February 16, 2012

Woo-hoo! It's query day, and mine is up for viewing

Today is the day for my query to be introduced over at the amazing blog of Matt's.  If you aren't already following him you need to do so now!! His query critiques are so wonderful.  Go there right now and check out my query!...Okay that was pretty demanding. Would you please hop over to Matt's Blog (<---click here)and check it out? (Better?)

I am pretty excited to have my query up for others to read, but I must admit it is a bit terrifying :/  I can just envision all of the red ink tomorrow. hehe... But in all honesty, I'm just thrilled to be one step closer to getting my wip in shape for querying.

In the words of my friend Jade- "Will this be a gentle rough up or a brutal beat down?"  Eek :-D


February 14, 2012

Kissing bloghop!-- (Anyone who read my scene from Friday should read this-- follows right after that)

Yay, another bloghop...my fifth in 8 days! The wonderful ladies Hope and Cassie are hosting a kissing scene bloghop today. 

Write your best kissing scene and let the bloghop begin.  I know at one point Cassie had asked us to keep it around 300 word count so she didn't have to spend the entire day in front of her computer....so I cut, and cut, and cut some more until my scene was striped to the absolute essentials and the best I could get it to was 363 :(  So sorry, I hate to be difficult and I understand if this 'disqualifies' me from winning, but I wanted this scene to get to a certain point-you'll see why.  *Spoiler Alert*...Oh and this follows right after my emotion scene from Friday, you know, the one where all of you were asking why I killed my mc. Well here's your answer. 

Background- Nuri is a beautiful girl in her late teens.  She is very mysterious, tall, extremely thin. She's a fire breather from another planet with gold hair, yellow eyes and pale, shimmery skin. Quite georgeous and unlike anyone on Gabe's planet. He's crazy about her.

                                                    The Kiss

Gabe’s head was lifted off the ground as Nuri lowered her face to his and whispered, “I have a gift for you.”  Her voice played like a melody in his head. 
Reality was slipping away and he began to lose vision.  His eyes rolled to the white, then her lips pressed into his, catapulting him back to consciousness.  His heart raced to life as if there were a heard of stallions galloping inside his chest.  He forced his eyelids open.  He wanted to capture every second he had left. 
He had never been kissed before and this was sublime.  The girl he loved was in his arms; well, maybe it was the other way around.  So what if he had to get stabbed to get to this point.  He was hers and there was no way death was going to ruin this; it would just have to wait until he finished. 
Her lips felt like cream, molded against his.  Their breath collided between parted jaws and he inhaled her sweet air.  It was warm, comforting him within it as it traveled down.  Gladly he drew another breath, needing to taste her fire again.  Then it hit him.  I’m not suffocating! 
His lungs weren’t gasping for oxygen.  He could breathe.  And more than that, not a part of him seemed to hurt. 
He sucked a sharp breath and Nuri opened her eyes.  She released her mouth from his, making a smacking sound as her skin peeled away.
“How?” he asked.
She smiled and her skin began to glow, as if a fire were being lit within.  He gazed at her thinking, this must be how fire-yielders blush.  She held motionless as the light engulfed her; the only movement was the increasing glow, blazing through her. 
Suddenly, in a tragic epiphany Gabe realized - she wasn’t answering his question because she truly had stopped moving.  She wasn’t blinking. Her chest no longer rose with breath. 
Alarmed, he jerked up.  But it didn’t matter.  There was nothing that could be done.  
She burst into a million tiny-orbs of gold light.  Exploding embers rocketed out in every direction in a terrible display of a beautiful sacrifice.

This is the condensed version, so forgive the rush in emotions. But that's the basic scene. Any comments and critiques are greatly welcomed!!! Please feel free to critique!!!

February 13, 2012


I guess I'm just a sucker for punishment :) But I figure with the query process drawing near, having a strong first chapter is essential! So I joined in the 'hook, line, and sinker' blogfest.

JW Parente is holding his 2nd annual Hook, Line and Sinker blogfest. Read, comment and have fun.
The rules are:
Date: February 13, 2012
Where: In My Write Mind blog, and your own
Objective: Post your 500-1000 word hook and critique other hooks posted by participants

Suggestive topics to consider when critiquing:
  • Does the character have a personality I can fall into easily? This includes any dialogue exchanged.
  • Is the world around them set up to compliment the character as they're introduced?
  • Are there secondary characters to assist with the hook?
  • Lastly, would I read more?
Here is my first chapter- and I love honest feed back, please don't feel like you have to hold my hand!

          The first battle
Glass shattered, piercing the silence of night.  Gabe leapt from his bed in a state of panic and his blankets tackled him to the floor.  He flailed around, wrestling the material in a chaotic display of acrobatics; at just sixteen, his enormous feet and lanky limbs were the perfect recipe for an uncoordinated, clumsy teen.  Finally he broke free and sprung up, alert.   
What was that!?  He stared at his opened door, the white of his eyes contrasting his raven skin, camouflaged to the dark of his room.
            The world outside was fast asleep.  Silent.
Good, it was just a dream. 
No sooner had the thought entered his mind, a small shadow darted from the hallway toward him.  Before he had time to react, she was at his side, eyes wide with alarm.
“Sis,” he said, exhaling a deep breath.  “Why are you out of bed?”  He bent over and picked up the frightened, little girl.
“The noise scared me,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and throwing her arms about his neck.
She heard it too!  Anxiety quickened his heart.  What should I do?  Did mom and dad hear it?    
He attempted to lower the six year old to the ground, but she was having none of it.  Squeezing tighter, she moaned fearfully, pleading with him.
Suddenly the house shook, filling the halls with booming sounds, as if a car just barreled through their living room. 
His sister screamed and instantly he clasped his hand to her mouth then darted to the safety of his closet.  
“I’m going to go see what the noises are, but I’ll be right back,” he whispered, placing her on the ground as he began ripping shirts from their hangers to pile around her.
“No,” she begged, trying to wiggle from her barricade.
“Don’t worry.  I’ll be right back.  But I need you to stay here.”  He rushed and finished packing her in then knelt down.  Her brown eyes streamed with tears, and he wished he could comfort her.  “How about we play a game? Umm…, oh I know.”  He forced a smile.  “Let’s pretend you’re a princess.”  It was her favorite game and Gabe hated himself in that moment for deciding two years ago he was too ‘cool’ to play it anymore.  “We’ll pretend you’re trapped in the closet.  And you can’t come out, or make a single sound until I come and rescue you.”  He gulped, fighting the tears.  “Okay?”      
She nodded somberly, grabbing the nearest shirt to wipe her gushing nose. 
He kissed her forehead, whispered, “I love you,” and scurried out the small closet, quietly shutting the door behind him. 
Slowly he crept out his room and down the hall, silently avoiding each creek in the floor by memory as he made his way to the top of the staircase. 
He made it a few steps down when-
“Gabriyel,” a strange, dark voice called to him.
His eyes shot wide.  Who?
“I’m glad you finally worked up the nerve to join us,” the voice taunted.  “Please come and sit with your parents?”
“NO!” his mother screeched.
At the sound of her anguish Gabe sprang into action, forgetting his fears.  He bounded down the remaining stairs and charged into the dining room ready for a fight. 
Rushing in, he screeched to a halt, unprepared for the tragedy of the scene before him. 
The dining room was demolished.  Remains of what use to be their table were scattered into pieces around the room, along with the fragments of plates and glass littering the floor.  
But all were minuscule in comparison to the sight of his parents, lying on the blood soaked rug on their side, hands and feet roped behind their backs. 
The top of his father’s head held a large gash, oozing blood, with a sliver of skull peeking through.  His mother’s face was deformed from the beatings.  Her lip puffed with fresh crimson seeping out and her eyes were swollen shut from the excessive blows.   
The man glared at Gabe while he wiped his fist with a red-stained cloth to remove the blood from the latest blow he’d given to Gabe’s mother. 
Any fears were immediately stifled as anger readily stepped forward to the frontal lobes of Gabe's brain, bringing its closest friends- wrath and rage. 
His fury boiled to a deadly intensity and it exploded out of him.  He flung himself through the air at the man who just hit his mother.  
Only one thought was running through his mind.  I will kill you. 
He could hear screams from his parents, begging him to be careful, but the madness inside had been released and it needed to be satisfied.
He drew back his right arm and launched it with all of his strength.  Swinging through the air, his fist collided with the indestructible face of his opponent and instantly every bone in his hand shattered.  Agony shot up his arm and he faltered, but only for a moment.  Gabe sprung again, reaching with both hands and wrapping them around the man’s throat, neglecting the torture of his broken bones.  His right hand was worthless, unbending and rapidly swelling, but he held it there, while his left hand squeezed.
The man’s lips curled as if enjoying this.  He hadn’t flinched when Gabe charged him, and even now he seemed unfazed.  
His pride was foolish.
Gabe pumped electricity through his body, willing the energy from every cell to funnel through his palms, into the villain’s neck.
The assailant stared at Gabe, eyebrows raised in horror.  Lifting his hand, he placed it on Gabe’s face, and his eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips rising deviously.    
Gabe’s warm skin pricked in reaction to the cold hand.  He sucked a breath and braced for the impact of what was to come, never releasing his grip. 
If I die, you’re coming with me.

This gets me just shy of the 1000 word limit, so I'll stop here. If you have read this far then either you really love me, or you really loved my chapter.  Either way--thank you for reading, and I would love ANY feedback!!!

February 10, 2012

Flash Fiction- Emotion- BLOGHOP PHASE THREE

Cassie at Reading Writing and Lovin' it and Angie over at Live to write…edit when necessary. are hosting this awesome blogfest, check 'em out :)
                                         First here are the rules
February 10th - Friday - Emotion Flash Fiction: Emotion is the engine of a story. Pick an emotion and in a flash fiction piece of 250 words MAKE us feel it! We want to connect with your character. This will be a challenge in 250 words.
Yay, I'm so excited about this one!! Today's challenge 3 of the bloghop and I am ready. I hated having to choose which scene to use. I had it narrowed down to three scenes, but this was the one that ripped my heart out, so in the interest of an emotional scene here you go. *spoiler alert*

Here's my 'Flash Fiction' from my WIP- Impenetrable
MC- Gabriyel (age 17), Supporting Character- Maria (his mentor- age 40)

Gabriyel's eyes ran with liquid, though he wasn’t sure if it was tears or blood pouring down his face.  He dropped to his knees and fell onto his hands, needing the strength of all four limbs to remain upright.  Forcing himself to look up, he searched the dark, desperately needing to know the fate of his friends before his own sucked him into oblivion.
It wasn’t hard to find Maria, he just listened for the clanging of metal.  She was high up on the cliff’s edge, fighting gloriously.  The double moons shined down upon her, as if spot-lights pointing toward the star of the show.  And what a star she was.  She seemed to dance between her opponents, gliding gracefully past them as they charged her, five to one.  The ground around her was littered with bodies of those who dared to challenge her.  Even now, she quickly annihilated three men with a few thrusts of her sword. 
Maybe there is hope.   
Gabriyel’s lips curled, or at least he thought he was smiling, though he was quickly losing sensation as death gripped him.  He heaved again, struggling for oxygen as blood continued to drown his lungs.  But he kept his eyes locked on Maria, wanting his last vision to be of her victory. 
Suddenly a man was behind her and before Gabriyel could register his swift movement, the man slid a knife into Maria’s spine and she collapsed.
Gabriyel's world shattered and he welcomed the release death would bring.

Okay that was a clip from a tragic scene in my wip.  Did you feel lost and hopeless?  I know Gabriyel does.  Hope you enjoyed it, well actually I hope you felt the emotion which means you should feel like crap right now. haha  --sorry to be a bummer, but I promise my entire ms isn't this way, this was just an intense moment short enough for the 250 word limit. (oh and I love comments:)


February 8, 2012

Inspirational words

If you are here from the bloghop just scroll on down to my previous post :)

I was going through an old box the other day and I came across my old book. It's not a diary exactly, it's a book of poems, quotes, bible verses and sometimes personal little bits of my life. I started writing in this when I was eighteen. I wanted a book that got to the heart of me. I'm not good with the daily diary stuff, but I figured this could be something I wrote in at random times. A combination of things, not just from me, but quotes from other people or books that I enjoyed.

So, naturally I flipped through and read all of my old writings. Well, I came across one that I just had to share. This is a personal entry, written when I was twenty. I am going to quote it simply because I am writing word-for-word what I wrote eight years ago. Here it is.

"I just found out yesterday that I might have some type of tumor or cancer in my mouth. I have had a lump in the front part of my chin, below my bottom front teeth for a while now. At first the dentist thought it was an infection due to a trauma that I have had to my chin. The only problem is-I haven't had any trauma to my mouth. And now, because the infection won't go away after weeks of medications, I can see a look of worry/ pity on his face. He tries to hide it, but I see it. Yesterday I was sent to a specialist and he finally told me what I had been expecting to hear- that it might be some form of disease.

When I went to my mother-n-law's house I told her what was happening. Then she told me something I hadn't expected to hear. She said, "We just won't except that. We have our faith and we won't believe you have cancer, even if the doctor says you do."

Well, I was a little taken back by her response. I told her that just because I am a Christian does not mean I don't get cancer. She said it didn't matter. She still wasn't going to except that I could have cancer.

I left it alone. She still has a mind set that bad things shouldn't happen to good people. And when bad things happen to her, she does the whole- "Why me Lord?"

One time she told me if this is how God punishes her for the way she has lived, then she would hate to see how he would punish her if she had lived a bad life.

I don't say anything to her when she gets like that because I understand it is just her immaturity in Christ. She is just upset and that is her way of dealing with the bad.

I have a different way.

Where others might ask, "Why me?" I ask, "Why not me?"  Actually it's more of a statement I tell myself when I have those "poor me" moments.

WHY NOT ME?! I am no better than the millions and billions of people that walk this earth. A lot of them have been born into horrible situations. I have been blessed. I have a passionate heart, and I love well. I love my Lord and I put my trust in him and all that he does.

Many people have suffered greatly. In fact, many GREAT PEOPLE have suffered GREATLY! Why should I feel that I am better or that I deserve better?

I believe bad things happen for a reason. They teach us lessons we may not have learned otherwise. They help us to grow stronger as a person. I also believe that God allows bad things to happen for a greater good that we may not see at that moment.

Jesus Christ, the greatest man to ever walk the face of this earth, died the most horrible death imaginable. Not only did he die a slow and painful death, but he died looking at faces full of hate. People he loved, wanted him to suffer.

God knew this was the only way. If Jesus had died an old man in his sleep, Christianity would not be the religion it is today. God did not love Jesus any less, nor was he punishing him. It was the only way and Jesus knew this. So he willingly surrendered to the will of God.

Who am I to ask for anything better? If God has chosen me to bare this burden, then I will bare it with honor, knowing there is a purpose. I will not ask, "Why me Lord?" I will hold my head high and say, "Why not me?"

If Jesus suffered for a greater good, and God wills it I do too, then I will surrender my body to him.

This doesn't mean I am throwing in the towel and picking out a coffin. I will fight and never give up. But I will not question God's motives. May God's will be done."

~Amber Mauldin~

Now in case some of you are wondering...It did turn out to be a tumor. I had a biopsy and it took them a month to diagnose the tumor because it is pretty rare. In the mean time-while they were figuring out what the heck it was-the tumor continued to grow rapidly and painfully. It suffocated my teeth because it was wrapped around the roots. I ended up having 6 root canals, from canine to canine, but finally they gave me the news that it was a benign-tumor called 'Central Giant Cell Granuloma'. I call it CGCG. They immediately removed it, but a few months later it was back with avengence. Over the course of a year I had six root canals, one biopsy, and three surgeries to remove the aggressive tumor.

Normally this tumor is very non-aggressive and non-painful, but I guess I'm just special like that : ) So I am happy to report I still have all my teeth, though I had root canals they were able to cut around the teeth and leave them in for the surgeries : ) And I no longer look like Jay Leno (I was pretty jacked up looking with my giant tumor chin).

It has been seven years since the tumor has returned, and I did learn many things from that experience. I had remained in an abusive marraige for far too long, and this was my wake-up call from God. My life could be over tomorrow and this was no way to live. He had more in store for me than to remain where I was. I got my dog and got out of there, and life has continued to get better. I remarried four years later to an amzing man and we have two wonderful children. Had I not had my wake up call, I would still be punishing myself for marrying the wrong man-by staying with the wrong man.

One of my favorite quotes is--  "Life is what you make of it, not what it makes of you." -Author unknown

Dialogue Introduction "I'm hearing voices bloghop'

Yay it's contest number 2!

           Cassie at Reading Writing and Lovin' it and Angie over at Live to write…edit when necessary. are hosting this awesome blogfest, check 'em out :)

Today: Dialogue Introduction: Have two characters introduce each other using only dialogue--no backstory, no internalization, just dialogue between the two. Max 250 words. --Here it is, and since I couldn't use internilization, I color coated the conversation so nobody got confused. Red- is Steve, a seventeen year old, laid back, surfer kinda boy. And purple is Kid- who many of you met Monday, is a rude boy with jersey-slang.

            “Dude, there’s somebody I want you to meet.”
            “Man, don’t you know I gots’ betta things—ohh… well, heya good lookin’.”
            “You’ll have to excuse him Amber. They don’t have manners on his planet. We call him Kid, seeing as how he’ll never mature past puberty.”
            “Yeah, whateva’. They call me Kid cause they aint intelligent enough to pronounce my name in its native tongue.”
            “And because you look like a ten year old boy. My name’s Steve. I’m the local mind reader.”
            “Yeah, more like the local big mouth. This punk here thinks he can blab ‘bout anyone’s thoughts.”
            “Like you’re any better. Don’t think I don’t know when you’re spying on everyone. You see Amber, Kid can blend with his background, making him impossible to see. It’s great when we’re hunting, but not much use for it when we’re just chillin’ in the cave.”
            “I can fight too.”
            “Haha, yeah I’ll give you that. This little four-foot nothing is like a squirrel on crack. It’s hilarious to see Gabe try and get him. Where’s Gabe by the way? Anyways, you’ll meet him later. He’s this goofy giant who is always scrappin’ with Kid. Bahaha, it’s so funny to see Kid, who’s a third of Gabe’s size, with Gabe pinned to the ground having to tap out. You’d think ‘ole hot-hands would learn his lesson. But I’d be lying if I said I never rooted for Gabe. Bahaha”
            “Hell, I see where your loyalties are.”

And that's Steve and Kid. Hope you enjoyed, now it's time for me to hop along and check out everyone else's posts :)

February 6, 2012

BLOGHOP- I'm hearing voices contest

            Yay! I'm so excited to participate in my first bloghop contest.
Characters on the couch: Have one of your characters answer the following questions (to make this work to your benefit, choose a character who is the hardest for you to write :) Max 250 words (Not including the questions—only the answers). --the questions are in red.....my answers are in black.   

                                          let the bloghop begin

                             "Characters on the couch"

“What is your biggest vulnerability?”
“Man I dunno. Why you wanna get all deep ‘n stuff? It’s prolly cause I’m so good lookin’. The ladies dig this baby face.”  Kid patted his cheek and flashed a devilish grin.  He did in fact have a baby face. Though he claimed to be over three hundred years old, he looked closer to ten.
“Do others know this or is it a secret?”
“Pssh.  Can’t keep nottin’ from Steve. That freak’s always up in my head. But, I guess any of you’s with eyes can see how good lookin’ I am.”  He winked.
“What do people believe about you that is false?”
“People don’t believe I’m really three hundred. But one thang I aint’, is no liar.”
“What would your best friend say is your fatal flaw? Why?”
Kid rolled his eyes.  “Well I ‘aint sayin’ I gots a best friend ‘n all; that mess is for sissy’s. But Steve would say I don’t let people in, or some stupid pansy junk like that. And as for why, I don’t know. This is so stupid. Next question,” he demanded.
“What would the same friend say is your one redeeming quality? Why?”
“Aww, man. You’re killin’ me. You's girls is all the same. I aint’ got no redeemin’ whatcha-ma-call-its. But I’m sure Steve would say I’m funny.” Leaning in he said, “I am pretty funny you know. We should hang some time.” He nodded, looking her up and down then fell back in his chair, throwing one arm over the side.
“What do you want most? What will you do to get it?”

“Ah, hell, I dunno. I guess I just wanna be left alone. But I’m freakin’ cursed. At this point I’d do ‘bout any-thang to get outta this. Now, enough with the chattin’, how’s bout’s we grab a bite?”

And that's my interview on the couch. Hope you enjoyed meeting Kid.

February 4, 2012

Outstanding scene award goes to Jack.

                     And yesterday's winner is Jack! Yay. Here's your outstanding scene award ;-D

I have to say it is so hard to choose. Last week and this week had wonderful entries. There is some amazing talent on these blogs.

This will be the last Friday prompt. Right now I am actively trying to complete my WIP to begin the query process. Once things slow a bit, I will begin to have contests with 'real' prizes. But thank you everyone who has participated ;-)


February 3, 2012

Don't you just love it when you're running late, so you dash to your car, throw the key in the ignition, and ding, your gas chimes? -FRIDAY PROMPT

                                    Yay, it's that time again.  So here is your prompt.
Don't you just love it when you're running late, so you dash to your car, throw the key in the ignition, and ding, your gas light chimes?   --Is your first sentence, now you take it from there.  You can write a paragraph or two and make it into whatever scene you'd like. The only rule is....You have to write the first sentence- word for word how I start you out.  I will not critique anyone's post, this is for fun, but please feel free to throw around some praise to your fellow writers.  Tomorrow I will announce the winner and present them with this lovely award.

Have fun, and be original : )  Oh and if you haven't already been, stop by Cassie's blog and check out my interview later today.  My first interview, ever!  Thanks for playing.


February 1, 2012

Skunk Award! YAY!

I got the stinky skunk award : ) From a fabulous gal named Jade-check out her blog :-)

This is to acknowledge those 'I suck; what was I thinking' days.  Now I have to write what I like about myself.

I like how independent I am. I rarely ask for help-which might actually be a weakness of mine, but...I like to figure things out for myself. If my children are sick, I'm going to search their symptoms online before I run to the doctor, and if I can take care of it with some motrin and vitamin C, then I'm good with that. "Do you need help building a set of stairs, well give me a few minutes and I'll figure it out."

I'm very proud of my common sense and my do-it-yourself attitude.  I don't believe I'm 'naturally' talented at ANYTHING. I work hard, practice, and eventually I get good at whatever I'm trying to accomplish....but I like that. I like feeling like I earned something because I worked hard to get it. I don't want anything on a silver platter :-)

Okay...I think you've all heard enough about me now. You already know more about me than my mom :-D


The Liebster Blog award- and the five things you may not know about me

Okay, first off let me say I give myself the 'you stink award' for taking so long to get around to this post!

Now, on to the fun awards! This is actually my very first blogging award thanks to Hope who nominated me :) you can view her blog Here.

                              FIVE THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME

1.) I am a total guys' kind of girl (tomboy) in the sense that I would choose fishing over shopping any day of the week. I would rather watch action over romance, and I would rather play football than be a cheerleader.
Ice-fishing in Alaska...yeah, I'm hard-core like that :-D  This is me making out with my fish I was so proud to have finally caught. I'm 11 in this pic.

In this pic I'm 7 months pregnant with my first born, and deep sea fishing. My hubs caught a shark and I just had to hold it before we tossed the little guy back.

2.) I participated in a foreign exchange program when I was 14.  A girl from Spain came and spent the summer with me, and the following summer I got to go to Spain and live with her and her family.  I loved the culture and the people and I came back to America with a bitter taste for this country. -Don't get me wrong...I absolutely respect our soldiers and what they have fought for, but that's my problem. So many Americans have no respect for our military, and for those who've come before us. I think America is an ungrateful, spoiled brat. (Please don't throw 'blog stones' at me :)

In this pic I'm the one in the dress next to my foreign exchange-sister Irene.  We're in Murcia, Spain standing outside the cutest little book store.

3.) I have always wanted to be in the CIA, or FBI.  If I didn't want children, that would have been my top choice. However, being a mother has always been my greatest dream and I didn't think the two were a good combination. -BUT I have always been a warrior at heart. I do not fear death. (I have looked it in the face twice and both times my fear wasn't for myself, but for the people who would miss me after I'm gone). I love action and I would love to take down bad guys in covert-secret missions! Yes... I'm getting pumped just thinking about it :)
I snuck into this pool using a guy's member i.d. haha....hey I'll take the thrill where I can get it. Here I'm 22, and still such a rebel. bahaha

4.) I love acting. I know, I tell you how I'm such a 'boy', then I tell you how I'm such a 'girl'. What can I say...I'm complicated :) I love Acting, singing,and dancing.
Here I was playing the role of Audrey, the lead in my school musical "Little Shop of Horrors". Age18.

5.) This probably could go with number 4, but I'm running out of things to mention :) So, the fifth thing you may not know is that I love to paint. I never find time for it anymore, because as far as hobbies go, my writing comes first, but here are a few of the paintings I have done.
This last picture was for a friend's daughter to match her room decor. I added glow in the dark paint to the grass, fireworks, and the cream part of the ballerina....so it looked pretty cool in the dark.

Thanks for reading

Amber -over and out :-)