I think I'm actually going to have to share this blog now.

My absence from this blog is mostly due to the fact that my kids tend to consume my days and nights. I am not complaining, I want these little distractions. I love them. :) I do, however, have to find more time to get back to this blog, and to even possibly put myself out there now...because...
I MAY BE GETTING A BOOK DEAL. Whew. Can't believe it's true. Here is a brief update on my life of writing right now....
As you know from the last blog post that was written FOREVER ago, I finished my book. I did start querying agents. I had a lot of rejection. Something kept me going though...
Over a month ago I decided to write to some small publishing companies that were accepting unsolicited manuscripts from authors. Last week, an email came to me from one of the publishers. It wasn't a rejection. It was a request for a phone conversation. Next day, spoke on the phone with someone from this company for almost an hour. The result of the phone call? THEY ARE SENDING ME A CONTRACT THIS UPCOMING WEEK. I'll be having a lawyer look over everything...and if all is well, I will sign!!
I want to give more details, but I also want to wait until the contract is here. I promise this time not to take as long to update.
I have to get back to a messy house and four kids that need me. I just want to say this last thing today....
I do not think it is a coincidence that I was enrolled in the brown scapular recently, have been praying a daily rosary and now I may possibly have the dream I've dreamed since I was a little girl come true. Thank you Jesus and Mary, I hope to glorify you in every thing that I do.

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A love story

Once upon a time, a 20-year-old female sailor was almost arrested for violating article 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. What was she doing, you ask? Well, she was conducting in a nature that would bring discredit to the Navy. More specifically? She was drinking under the age of 21. Even more specifically? She was drinking a bottle of Bud Light, with approximately 8-10 other young sailors, in a friend’s barracks room. This young girl knew she shouldn’t have been drinking underage. But she wasn’t very bright, and was not thinking of the consequences of her actions if she were to be caught, so she did it anyway. That evening, a young male sailor on duty (he was a master-at-arms in the Navy, in other words-military police) was patrolling the barracks. He’ll tell you now, if you ask him, that he was bored and looking for something to do. Well, he found something. He found the aforementioned girl and her ...

I don’t drink anymore. But nothing has changed! (Except everything.)

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Consolation

It’s nearly been a year since my Mom died. It’s been a quick year, but a hard year. Grief is not something that you can really prepare for or understand. It doesn’t make sense. It isn’t linear, there is no timeline that fits all. It’s unpredictable. I’ll be fine one moment. Better than fine, even. Happy. Then the next as I’m doing something mundane like putting away groceries in my pantry the grief comes at me quick and the next thing I know, I’m sobbing on my kitchen floor. Then I get up and I’m okay again. It’s weird. I can say it honestly now- this past year has been the toughest I have experienced emotionally. It forced what I tried to bury up to the surface and made me look reality in the face. The reality is not pretty and it is not what I want and it will always be something that I wish were different. But it will never be different. I accept that. I do. I accept that, but it’s painful. I didn’t start writing this to talk about the pain though. I wanted to share the ...

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