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Witch After Time - Chapter One

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Chapter One

The way I saw it, I had two options and neither of them was ideal. I could use a forbidden spell and make this strange kid disappear or I could ignore my motherly instincts and let him walk out the door with my one and only daughter. Had I not said goodbye to my penchant for snooping, Camila wouldn’t have thought she could make a run for it with a boy her father and I never met. If I’d held on another year, this all could’ve been avoided, but, no, I ignored my suspicious nature and embraced life as a normal. A lot of good that did me now. My kid had crossed the line and broken our trust. Nothing would ever be the same again. From now on, I’d never leave her side. “Mother?” she pleaded, but I needed a minute. I had to wrap my head around what had transpired before I could respond accordingly. My gut reaction never did me any favors in stressful situations. In fact, it almost always made matters worse. I had to tread lightly or suffer the consequences, which …
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I'm Obsessed

Image Credit: Simplicity Home Catalog - Fall, 1968
I've researched places. I've researched names and crime scene details. They've fascinated me in every way, but I think I've hit the mother load when it comes to all things 1968!

Look at the party gowns above! Are they not to die for?

I can say that, you know. I write about murder on a daily basis. To. Die. For.

But wait! There's more!

Image Credit: https://www.goldenglobes.com/tv-show/julia-tv
This image from the Julia series appeals to me because I used to be a nurse. When I was growing up, nurses still wore their whites with the Kay's cap. They were everything to me! Everything! And who didn't love Julia? She had heart. She was tough as nails and got the job done!
If you're not familiar with Julia, you can get more information here: Julia on imdb
Image Credit: McCall's - May, 1968
These dresses! I can't love these more! 

Check out this ad for Men's Trim Tapered Ivy's! 
I'll be the fi…

Along Came a Needle

Along Came a Needle is on sale!
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Some authors - not me - are really good about alerting readers to sales. The hard sell is like a mental block for me. I get so mixed up in what other authors are doing. I one-click my day away because they're all so talented. I'm blinded by my need for more books.
I'm pretty sure there is a DSM diagnosis for it. (DSM = Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) That's not a joke. I have a degree in psychology. I worked as a psychiatric care nurse for many years. I know there's a name for it. I just can't pinpoint it yet...but give me time. As with any other thing I forget in a given day, it will come to me. Most likely in the middle of the night, when everyone else has already forgotten about the conversation.
So, all of this is to say, Along Came a Needle is on sale for only 99 cents.
You're probably wondering how I can justify that awkward segue. (I'm the queen of awkward segues.) Well, le…

Celebrate!

Twenty-seven years ago, I gave birth to a human being. That's what I tell my son all the time. I went in blindly at all of twenty-two-years-old. I naively believed that natural childbirth meant you have the baby the natural way - meaning like a human being. Duh! Don't tell me. I know how ridiculously ridiculous that was. I should've asked someone.

Well, when the time came at precisely ten p.m., right after a movie starring Pam Dawber started on t.v., my water broke. I didn't know that at the time. I mean, I felt something - obviously - but I didn't know that's what it was. I thought my bladder had given out. Again, I wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.

I quickly jumped into gear to clean up the mess and change clothes. After that, I marched my ignorant behind to the kitchen to grab the food I'd been craving for hours - peanut butter, chocolate chips, and tea.

For the record, anyone who knows me knows tea has never been my beverage of choice. (No offe…

Ode to my To-Do Lists

Okay, folks, I've said it before, but I must say it again. I am a list maker. The problem is I have so many lists and always struggle with which list to tackle first.

Yes, I probably should make one master to-do list, but the thought of dozens of tasks on what (or several) sheets of paper gives me hives. Seriously!

As I sit here on a Sunday evening, feet up, laptop in front of my face, Bears game going strong (Da Bears!), I find myself once again checking my lists and created a list for the new week. I can't help myself. To-do lists make me happy.

If you've ever parented teenagers or tried to herd cats, you'd understand.

I need a roadmap to get through the day, not because I have no idea what to do. There's always something to do. My need to list things is for the joy it brings me to check things off that list.

Pick up Male Child #1 from school. Check.

Drop off suit at dry cleaners. Check.

Write all the words. Check.

You don't want to know what happens when I …

My 2019 Reading Challenge

My name is Ava and I'm an e-book (And print book!) hoarder. There, I've said it. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. I'm admitting it.\

I have thousands - THOUSANDS - of books. Between two Kindles and mountains of books in every nook and cranny in my house, I could fill a library, like an actual New York City Library size library.

I'm that person.

You know the one who never saw a book she absolutely, positively didn't have to own.

Books make me happy.

I don't discriminate. I love them all.

Mysteries. Of course! Romance. Yes! Thrillers. Give me more! Nonfiction. Please! Fantasy. Why not! Horror. Want! Memoirs. I'm your girl!

I have to own all of them.

It's a blessing and I haven't quite figured out if it might possibly be a curse yet. But, like my very close personal friend (I wish.), Oprah Winfrey would say, what I know for sure is books bring me comfort. I must be surrounded by them.

Here's where the problem (if there is o…

Farewell, 2018!

There's something about the end of the year that gets me excited. It's kind of like when a new school year begins, except for adults. 
I love a fresh start. It feeds my love of planning and plotting. The stores and e-retailers put out their new line of planners and calendars, and I gear up to dive in and beg them to take my money.
I'm that girl.
I have a planner for every aspect of my super busy life. I have a large author planner for all my business needs. (The Ultimate Authorship Planner by Audrey Ann Hughey) In addition to that I have what I call my everything planner, a small purse-size planner, a planner to track my health and fitness goals, a mental health planner (gratitude, morning pages, the Miracle Morning exercises, and scripting pages), an extra-large desk calendar for calendar journaling, and a regular wall calendar to keep track of bills and school schedules and activities.
You see, I have a bit of an obsession.
That's not to mention my publishing calend…