Oh, Baby!

Posted: August 8, 2014 in Uncategorized


So, life just got a whole lot crazier thanks to that tiny blip up there.

Yup, Baby #2 is on it’s way!

Between a full time job, homeschooling the Princess and trying to finish my third novel, I have to say that a new baby was the last thing I expected. I had all of these visions of time to myself, binge-watching Saved By the Bell while the little one was at school. . . they’ve now been blurred by morning sickness and extreme fatigue. :/

In times like this, when life just seems all mixed up and crazy, I have to remind myself that God knows what He’s doing.  Even though I don’t even have a full chapter of Broken finished nor do I have everything done for school that I need to, I have to remain calm in the fact that everything will be okay.

Accepting prayers for a healthy baby, a successful school year and a finished novel (or 2). 😉

Happy writing everyone. . .me and this kiddo are off to bed.


I was browsing back through my blog posts today and noticed that it has been ages since I have done a Sunday Seven post! 😦 (Or any post for that matter!) I loved doing these as they helped me create a log of my week’s adventures as well as held me accountable to weekly blogging. Well, as you all know, life just gets bananas sometimes.

So, it’s not Sunday and I probably don’t have enough time to list seven things, but here’s a little update anyhow:

1. Got a new haircut today. Woot! Woot! It’s a short, summery ‘do, Kind of like this, but much more glamorous of course! 😉

2. I haven’t gotten to work on Broken much lately which I’m totally bummed about; I have, however, cleaned my house and car, crafted,  set a trap to catch a cat for the kiddo, went on a nice walk, tuned my guitar, sorted out the laundry room, vacuumed at least 15 times, oh, did I mention I got a haircut?

3. School has been crazy busy with testing just around the corner. This girl is ready for a vacation!

4. I’ve obsessively watched an entire season of My Cat From Hell. I totally feel like I could be a cat whisperer now.

5. I’ve made my own laundry soap, fabric softener, shampoo, candles, and a clay pot heater. Don’t ask.

Okay, I feel better now that I’ve blogged. I hope you all have been more productive with your craft lately than I have. Happy writing!

Until next time. . .


I <3 Writing. . .Like, For Real

Posted: February 12, 2014 in Writing
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I love to write.


I mean I know, as an author, that seems like a given, but I just felt the need to share that morsel with the world! Despite the tumultuous day I’ve had today, I just sat down to write a bit on Broken and literally the world just melted away. I am so thankful that God has given me a gift. Never have I found something that has given me such fulfillment and peace- that has to be a gift from God, right?

I know this is kind of a random post, but I just felt like I should share this. If you are out there wondering what your gift is or what you’re called to do, just find that thing that takes you to another place; that thing that makes your day better no matter what. Maybe it’s reading or sports or music or serving others- whatever it may be, if you can find that thing that God has given you, you can make it through anything!

Until next time. . .


So, life has been busy lately and I haven’t got to sit down to blog in quite a while. I’ve done a Goodreads Q&A session, the Broncos were obliterated in the Super Bowl, I’ve made some progress on Broken, and the groundhog saw his shadow. I’d say a lot has happened; lets catch up, shall we?

-I got the chance to do an awesome live Q&A on Goodreads. You can check out the conversation here. It was so much fun!

-The writing group I am a part of (The Greenwood Writer’s Group) has asked me to put together a page so we can invite new members! So, if you’re in the Greenwood area, come on out and join us!

-We are also gearing up for our first annual writers event! The Writers Unite Charity Event and Booksigning will take place on Oct. 25. Click the link for all the details! (There’s also a really cool Writing Contest we are hosting for students in grades 3-8!)

-I am working away on Broken (Book 3 in The Trusted Series) and hope to have it finished soon!

-I am considering entering Trusted and Destined in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. Considering is the key word. Any suggestions on this?

-I filed my taxes! (I know, not that exciting, but it took forever and I’m glad it’s done!) Also, this was the first year I got to add “Author” as part of my occupation. 🙂

-We got a new puppy! His name is Hunter. 🙂 He’s a Catahoula and although I wasn’t thrilled about another dog at first, I have to admit he’s growing on me.

And, I’m certain there has been a ton of other stuff that has kept me from blogging, but that’s the gist of it. Just checking in to let everyone know I’m still alive and kickin’.

In the mean time, here is my new motto:

Until next time. . .


Book Trailer

Posted: January 20, 2014 in Writing
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The title says it all! I now have a book trailer for the Trusted Series!!

Thanks to the amazing Miss Chloe, it’s live now! Go check it out!

I know I’m a few days behind, but it’s officially a new year!

For me, this means a year of new books and new ideas and new confidence! I’m not a big resolution maker, but I am an optimist. I just know that 2014 is going to be a year chalked full of awesomeness!

Here are a few things I am hoping to achieve:

-Write and publish both Broken and Forgiven, thus completing The Trusted Series

-Begin working on two new book ideas that have been swimming around in my head for a long time

-Finally sit down and illustrate Gnome on the Roam

-Continue this amazing journey of being an author; finally accept that I have the talent to do this for real

-Plan and conduct a First Annual Writer’s Unite event with my writer’s group

-Make a Bestseller’s list of some sort (this actually happened in 2013 and I loved it so much I am desperately hoping for that again!)

-Meet some new author friends

-Attend some sort of writer’s event

-Become more involved with the promotion aspect of being an author

I’ll stop there. 😉 Of course there are a ton of other things in my personal life I hope to achieve, but I decided to keep it author-based for the purpose of this blog.

So, what are you hoping to accomplish this year? Make it a point to achieve it!

Until next time. . .


Okay, maybe not that long ago.

While I have been writing stories and poetry and bad song lyrics since the time I could hold a crayon in my tiny left hand, it wasn’t until Dec. 30th of last year that I decided I would put enough confidence in myself to take this author thing seriously. I nervously barricaded myself in the spare bedroom of our home and plucked away at the keys. I Googled everything I possibly could about publishing and self-publishing and the odds of even having anyone read your book should you choose to write one. I devoured every helpful webpage I came across. I couldn’t wait to begin my journey. The only problem? I hadn’t actually written anything yet.

So, there I was, facing a blank Open Office page. Could I really do this? Could I write something people wouldn’t think was atrocious? Could I just decide this was what I was going to do?

While my head swirled with questions, I plucked away at the keys and managed to concoct the first non-school-related piece of fiction in my adult life. Nights Like This. It was brooding and kind of sad and way different from anything I had ever written. I had no idea where the characters or story line had come from, but there they were, bursting from the screen. I re-read the entire short story and finally decided it was terrible. I seriously contemplated not even hitting the save button before I slinked off to bed, but I couldn’t bear to see my hard work just fizzle out so quickly. I saved it and pretty much vowed I would never write for pleasure again.

Long story short, I went back and revised the story, but still didn’t know if it was any good. I was too scared to share it with anyone, so I did the obvious: I uploaded it on AuthorStand for random people to critique. To my surprise (and utter relief) I got some really great feedback. I uploaded a few more stories and my confidence really started to grow. It was then that I began penning Trusted. As the months went on, I met some really great people that seemed to fall into my life at just the right times. They boosted my confidence and assured me that I could do this.

Here I am, one year later, and man, I am so glad I didn’t quit! Am I a New York Times Bestseller? Not yet. 😉  But who says I can’t be? If there is one thing  I have learned it is this: I am my own worst enemy and the only one that can limit what I can achieve.

So, to come “full circle” so to speak, here’s that story that started it all. I give you, “Nights Like This”. Enjoy. 🙂

Nights Like This

On most warm summer nights, I find myself out here; settled alone atop a grassy hill not too far from my house. The twinkling stars and croaking bullfrogs accompany my thoughts, which replay the hurried events from yet another lively day. When the conditions are right, just like tonight, it’s like he’s actually here. When I close my eyes tight enough, I can feel the warmth of his body next to mine. It is on nights like this that everything else just melts away.

Mrs. Vera Bradshaw. The shiny brass name plate on my desk stares mockingly at me. It’s as if it is displayed there as a constant reminder that he’s gone. Memories flood my mind and tears threaten to spill over just as a call is patched through to my office. I give a quick sniff and make the most genuine effort to be professional.

“Good morning, Vera Bradshaw speaking.” Just saying my last name…the name he had given to me…hurts so bad.
“Yes ma’am, I did receive your email.” I deleted it just this morning, I reminded myself.
“Yes. My boss is actually looking it over as we speak.” He could care less about anything that comes from you.
“Can I give you a call back as soon as I hear from him?” You will never hear from me again.
“Wonderful. I’ll be speaking with you soon. Have a great day. Mbye.” More lies.

The last three months of my life have felt like I’m running on one of those hamster wheels. The more I push forward and try to move on with my life, the more I remain in the same place. To be so young and to have loved so hard; the only conclusion I can come to is this: life is outrageously unfair. I can’t fight back the tears any longer and begin sobbing at my desk, a regular occurrence these days.

Excusing myself early, I walk to my car in a dazed stupor. I never imagined just how hard it would be to function without him here.

* * *

Jesse was everything to me. From the moment I saw him, I knew that I would do anything just to be close to him. I’ll never forget seeing him standing in line in front of me at the grocery store. In a faded gray t-shirt and holey jeans, he was the epitome of perfection. The way his shirt clung to his biceps and how his adorable boyish smile complimented his dimples; I just wanted to be in his world. Being the type of girl that doesn’t typically approach guys, due mostly to shyness, I just admired him from afar. To my surprise, however, upon exiting the store I noticed that he was parked right beside me. I may not have had the courage to talk to him, but I at least had to make him notice me.

I sashayed over to my car, trying desperately to look sexy. I pulled down my sunglasses and tossed my hair to the side, doing my best slow-motion Covergirl impersonation. Mere feet from my car, I saw him glance my way. I locked eyes with him and gave the most flirtatious smile I could muster, and then it happened: I tripped over one of the concrete parking lot bumpers and landed flat on my face. At that moment I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Literally, the embarrassment flooded over me like a tsunami. Sadly, to make matters worse, I did what I do best in situations of intense adversity; I cried.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Jesse yelled.

This, of course, garnered the unwanted attention of dozens of other passers-by.
“I’m fine,” I managed to sob out, assessing the extent of my wounds.
I was somehow able to find my car keys on the ground, which, unlike my pride, were still intact. I pushed the unlock button on the key fob and moved as quickly as possible to the driver’s side door.
Just as my hand reached the door handle, I felt the warmth of his hand on mine. Through blurry, tear filled eyes, I looked up at him.
“Look, can I take you to dinner?” he asked.
I stood frozen, speechless.
“Hey,” he continued, “I know how bad falling in public sucks. Trust me, I’ve done it plenty of times. Dinner bought by a complete stranger, however, will make it suck less. I promise.” He smiled sheepishly and held up three fingers, Scout’s honor.
“I don’t need a sympathy date. Thanks anyway. I just want to go home.”
“What if it isn’t out of sympathy?” he countered, stepping in front of me. “What if it’s because I want to have dinner with a beautiful girl that has had a visibly rough day?”
Typically pick up lines don’t work on me, but for some reason (maybe because I had just humiliated myself in front of this gorgeous man and he still thought I was beautiful) I gave in.

We met up at Gringo’s an hour later and well, for lack of a better cliché, the rest is history. What can I say? The conversation flowed effortlessly; we shared the same sense of humor. It was as if we were two halves that made the perfect whole. Jesse truly became the love of my life, my knight in shining armor. I mean, any man that will take a clumsy mess like me out to dinner after seeing me face-plant in front of him is just a special kind of guy. There wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t make me feel beautiful and special and loved.

We hit it off that night and many wonderful dates followed. We went hiking, we shared laughs, we watched movies…we fell in love. It wasn’t long after that fateful day at the grocery store that we exchanged vows. I was the happiest woman in the world. I was no longer just gangly Vera, I was Mrs. Jesse Bradshaw.

* * *

I will never forget the pounding knock on my door that night. I knew Jesse would be out of town on business for a few days and couldn’t imagine who would be visiting so late. I paused my Netflix movie and peered out the side window. Red and blue lights flooded my yard. I unbolted the door to find two somber faced police officers, visibly dreading to reveal the message that they had come to relay. I remember distinctly two things happening at that moment; first, the thudding of my heart grew so loud that I could no longer hear the officer’s words, and second, I collapsed to the ground screaming Jesse’s name.

Even after the funeral, the reality just never quite set right with me. It still seemed that he would be returning from his business trip any day. Knowing him, he would have a bouquet of roses in hand and he would scoop me up and kiss me like it was the first time. My heart ached for weeks to the point that I wasn’t sure I could go on. One night, laying face down on his side of the bed, breathing in every last bit of his memory I could, something inside me snapped. The next thing I knew, I was running. I bolted out the back door, desperate for something- air? freedom? distance? No, I needed to be close to him. I ran until I found myself on our hill, the beautiful grassy hill that overlooks our house. The stars were bright that night, the moon was dancing high above. As the crickets chirped their nightly song, I cried…and cried…and cried. There was no comfort, no solace, just gut-wrenching, face burning tears escaping me.

For what felt like an eternity, I stayed there bawling like a baby. My entire body ached as I cried myself into oblivion. I competed with nature as a force in the night, my pain drowning out their mating tunes. Then, as quickly as the tears had started, they came to an abrupt stop. An overwhelming feeling of peace rushed over me; it was as if he was there.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
I obeyed.
Laying there in the summer wind, I could actually feel him. In my heart, it was like he had never left. All of the wonderful moments we had spent together went whirling through my head. Our first kiss, our wedding day, Christmas together; all of the images were so vivid and real. I spent the next few moments studying his face. So many times I had gazed at him, but it wasn’t until now that I fully appreciated his beauty. He was mine; even if for a short time.
Suddenly, much too quickly, the replay stopped. A faint “I love you” lingered in my ears and just like that, he was gone. This time, the void in my heart seemed a bit smaller. I felt refreshed, invigorated by his presence. The loneliness that was sure to creep back in now had an outlet. I knew how to bring him back.

On nights like this, he comes back to me; when the conditions are just right. Laying on this grassy hill next to my house, the same hill he dropped to one knee on not so long ago, he comes to me. When I close my eyes tight, when the sweat beads up on my forehead and my mouth goes dry, I feel him there. He is as real as ever.

Until next time. . .