Jason Aldean and Freedom of Speech

I’m a bit annoyed but I have to preface this post with a few things. 1. I do not know Jason Aldean personally. 2. I rarely post anything controversial. 3. If my post offends you or doesn’t fit with your line of thought process, please move on because I just don’t care.

Jason Aldean is a very popular country music star. Recently, his new hit, “Try That In A Small Town” has come under fire. He has been accused of all sorts of things, from having “lynching connotations” to “racial notes” in this song. As I have reviewed what Mr. Aldean has written on social media, along with what news outlets have stated, I feel the need to tear the song itself apart and break it down for a clearer understanding.

Sucker punch somebody on a sidewalk
Carjack an old lady at a red light
Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store
Ya think it’s cool, well, act a fool if ya like

What happens when you hit someone? Sounds like you made a decision to put your hands where they don’t belong. There are consequences for those actions. What about when you decide to take someone’s vehicle? You become a thief, and there are laws regarding theft. Anytime you take someone’s property and fail to return it, it’s theft. Guns? If you pulled a gun on someone, I’m willing to bet the gun isn’t even registered legally in your name. Not only did you think about robbing the store but you also thought about killing someone in the process. That’s premeditated murder and aggravated robbery.

Cuss out a cop, spit in his face
Stomp on the flag and light it up
Yeah, ya think you’re tough

Do you really think you are “cool” doing these things, is it “cool” to spend years in prison? Who are you trying to impress while you are acting foolish? It makes me wonder how you were raised. Just because you had someone in the family behave inappropriately, doesn’t mean you have to choose the same path.

There is nothing “badass” about disrespecting law enforcement. My brother is an officer. My oldest son wants to be a police officer. I’ve got many family members who have served in the military. I have observed how respect for law enforcements and the law has changed in the last 20 years. In the state of Washington, police officers can no longer participate in high speed pursuits. While this is for the safety of the general public, drivers are not required to pull over for traffic violations when commanded to by local law enforcement. Police really have no authority and are disrespected these days. Behaviors that disrespect police would have not been tolerated when I was growing up. I was taught to pull over when the flashing lights were behind me and to admit responsibility for my actions. Society isn’t being taught that anymore. Destroying the American flag is nothing new. There are historical events demonstrating flag burning that goes back years. If you truly are proud to be an American and love this country, then don’t burn the flag! There is no purpose to destroying what that flag represents and the freedoms that allow it to fly proudly!

Well, try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won’t take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don’t
Try that in a small town

America was built on small towns. They are the backbone of today’s society and culture. The gigantic cities didn’t appear overnight out of nothingness. When something occurs in a small town, the residents of that town will rally. It doesn’t have to be a tragedy either. If someone needs something, the neighbors are there for each other. If someone does cross a line, they are brought to the table and held accountable. Nobody is being lynched and the law isn’t being taken into the hands of the residents. Instead, the wrongdoer is being held responsible for their wrongdoings within accordance to the law.

Got a gun that my granddad gave me
They say one day they’re gonna round up
Well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck

American citizens have the right to bear arms. It is our second amendment in the Constitution. We have the right to protect our lives and property by any means necessary. The government, despite all their huffing and puffing about gun control, does NOT have the right to take anyone’s legitimately owned guns. Now, if I had a gun in my possession that was not appropriately registered to me or someone in my household (hey, I do believe in knowing how to use a gun safely but I will not purchase one myself), then I fully expect it to be confiscated by law enforcement. My brother and I will most likely inherit my father’s guns when the time comes.

Try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won’t take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don’t
Try that in a small town

Full of good ol’ boys, raised up right
If you’re looking for a fight
Try that in a small town
Try that in a small town

Try that in a small town
See how far ya make it down the road
Around here, we take care of our own
You cross that line, it won’t take long
For you to find out, I recommend you don’t
Try that in a small town

Try that in a small town
Ooh-ooh
Try that in a small town

I’ve lived in a few small towns. If you so much as fart wrong, everyone will know. You can’t escape the life of a small town. I remember moving to where my Dad currently lives. I ran into one of my Dad’s friends who simply said, “oh yeah, you’re Robert’s daughter. Welcome to southern Illinois! Glad you’re here.” Ummm, thanks.

While I prefer the anonymity of a big city, small town living does have some interesting perks. First of all, everyone knows everyone. Second of all, you’re family. Nobody cares what color you are or your bloodline. All they care about is that you mind your manners and behave yourself in a manner that makes the kinfolk proud to call you one of them.

Mr. Aldean, I get what you’re trying to say with this song. To put it simply, in a small town if you mess up, there are consequences that the whole town will know about. It doesn’t even need social media to spread the word. Your father’s cousin’s girlfriend’s uncle’s sister-in-law’s grandfather’s best friend’s husband’s ex-wife’s great aunt knows what you did wrong. That’s small town living.

Go ahead. Eff around and find out. Do something you shouldn’t and learn about the consequences. Good or bad, there are consequences for all actions.

Americans have the right to freedom of speech. General society needs to not get their panties in a wad over a simple song. It is a song that expresses the need for society to understand that there are consequences for every action. People need to know that certain behaviors are not acceptable or appropriate anywhere, small towns, big cities, or anywhere in between. Someone may do something while another isn’t looking but it doesn’t mean they will get away with it.

The Bible says in Luke 12 says “what is done in secret, will come to light”. I’m paraphrasing but the Higher Power sees all and will make wrongdoings known to others to establish the parameters of consequences.

Mr. Aldean, thank you for this song and for bring a very prevalent issue in society to light. I am raising my boys to respect authority and to understand the consequences their actions have. Society needs to take a stand and respect the laws of our great nation. Those laws are in place to protect those who accept accountability for their actions. Law enforcement needs to be respected as they have a duty to “protect and serve” the citizens of their communities. Nothing is without consequence.

Grow up, America. Take responsibility for your choices. Focus on correcting your actions and help others to create a better America. Collectively, we all can make America great again and no longer be the ridicule of other nations.

Celebration of Two

Today I took JR out to celebrate our combined birthdays. We went to lunch at Fujiyama’s. It’s like a Benihana to reference what my readers are more familiar with. David came with us at JR’s request.

Another couple sat at the table with their daughter, who was about JR’s age. We all chatted back and forth while the chef was getting ready. JR is getting better about telling the server what he wants to eat.

All JR talked about was eating the fried rice.

The chef teased him and only gave him a little bit of rice at first. Then after serving the rice to everyone else, he filled JR’s plate. He ate nearly all of it! Then asked me to save mine for him.

That’s fine. I’m not a big rice eater. I got his vegetables and the yum yum sauce was amazing! JR and David had chicken and I had steak. The place was pricey but well worth it and I stayed within my budget.

Volcano
Volcano eruptus!

JR loved seeing the chef’s tricks and the hibachi being set on fire. I wish I had gotten a video of his face when the chef first lit it! It was priceless! He was so amazed by it all and enjoyed trying new foods.

We had a lot of fun!

At the end, the staff sang Happy Birthday to us. I gave my cake to the little girl. I’m stuffed.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Bonus mom loves you very much!

2022 Goals

Since I made the decision to leave social media and focus on other things, I will be blogging more. There are a few things I hope to achieve.

1. Drink more water. At least half my body weight in ounces. I don’t drink enough water and spend too much time drinking soda and sugary tea. But they taste so good!

2. Read more. I got the entire Sookie Stackhouse book series for Christmas and I’ve already started the first book. I was blessed to be able to watch the HBO series with my mom in 2020 so I’m excited to read the books now. David and the boys spoiled me with this.

3. Eat healthier. I crave salty stuff all the time. It’s a problem that can cause things like dehydration and hypertension. I work in a cardiology office and I’m learning so much about heart health.

4. I have a gym membership that I’ve never used. What is wrong with me? I need to find time to go. It’s difficult with 5 boys but maybe I can make it happen a few times a week.

5. Vaping. I started vaping in 2016 as a way to quit smoking. Perhaps it’s time to quit. Nobody likes a quitter, right? I may not quit completely but I will do my best to cut back tremendously.

6. Get more organized. I believe we will be moving in the future and being organized will help. We really need more space for the boys. A house with a yard would be nice.

That’s all I have for now.

Social Media Meltdown

I really think social media has taken its toll on me. I love seeing the pics but I realize my interaction with people has been minimal. Perhaps it’s time for another break. Only this time, I’m going to make it for a year. I’ve stepped off for 30 days, and for 3 months so attempting a year will be quite the challenge.

I know I can do it.

I plan to spend the year focused on me and my family. I intend to take care of myself and find the better version of me. I’m going to address issues that I’ve been ignoring for far too long. I’m going to live my life. Not just survive. Not just thrive. Live.

I have no idea what that will entail. I do know that I have an amazing boyfriend, 5 wonderful boys that are quite active, and a great job. I’m in a place where life couldn’t get any better. That being said, I don’t want to miss a single moment of my life. I want to be the best “mom” that I can possibly be for these great boys. I want to be the life partner my boyfriend needs.

Social media takes me away from all that. If I have learned anything these past few years, technology and social media will never love me the way I deserve to be loved. I cannot give my love to my phone in a way that it will be appreciated.

These boys love me. It is evident. And it fills my heart in a way I never dreamed of. As for David, he is my air. He has the whole of my heart. How did I get so blessed? I have future in laws who love me as well. I’ve not felt that kind of love ever. It’s amazing. I am definitely one lucky lady.

I’m doing my best to be supportive and help raise these fine young men. I couldn’t ask for a better life.

Notwithstanding, this is my farewell to social media. I won’t be on Facebook or Instagram. I never had Twitter so that doesn’t matter. If you are seeing this post and got here from Facebook, it’s because it’s set to automatically post there. I will miss my friends, the photos, and the updates. I can be reached on Messenger or via text.

I will see you in 2023. Much love.

Finding Purpose in God’s Plan

I am a planner. I have to know what I’m doing and when.  It’s a struggle some days when life throws a curve ball that I can’t catch. Depression, and overcoming it, is truly one of life’s lemons.  I am learning how to make lemonade though.  It’s sweetness completely depends upon what God has planned for me that day. Depression, and all that accompanies it, is a day-to-day battle.

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” – Jeremiah 29:13

Let me be clear about something in regards to my depression. When I’m in the throes of a deep depression, to the point of suicidal ideation, I don’t want to find joy or think about things that might make me happy. I want to curl up on my bed and wallow in my tears. I have no motivation to do much of anything. I’m argumentative and easily agitated during this period. Emotionally distraught, I tend to shut down and shut people out.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28

My mind was in a very dark place but I heard God calling me. He was offering me respite from the darkness. The next thing I know, I was on my knees calling out to Him. It wasn’t easy. The tears were flowing down my face. I spent most of the time in silence, waiting to hear my Heavenly Father speak to me. I heard Him. He was telling me to reach out, not only to seek Him, but to bring some very special people closer to me. I needed accountability to overcome what I was going through. One of the hardest things I had to do was face myself and to lay my heart out to these women. I continued to pray before I picked up my phone to send the first of many text messages. I never realized how much I needed to have Godly women in my life. When I started the process of reaching out, I felt a light come on inside of me. There was a yearning that I hadn’t felt before. I had to humble myself in order to feel God’s presence.

“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you,” – 1 Peter 5:6

Admitting that I needed God to combat the demons of darkness that were waging a war in my mind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Only God could cast out my demons. He is doing just that and I believe He has used my depression to draw me nearer to Him. It’s my fault that I never looked to the heavens first when I was trying to battle depression on my own. I never acknowledged God or even that He had a plan for me.

I’ve spent a good portion of my life searching for my purpose. I have wasted precious time focused on the things I have failed to accomplish. I failed at marriage. I failed at motherhood. I have failed at finding love. I have wasted time on the wrong people, those who loved me for what I could do for them, and when I failed at that, I failed their expectations of me. The bottom line is that I have felt like a failure and that I had no purpose in life.  Boy, was I wrong! The only place where I have truly failed was in not seeking God first in my life.

“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” – Matthew 6:33

By putting God first these past two weeks, I have seen a change in my heart. It doesn’t matter to me if others have seen it; for some people, visualizing change takes time. I’m on God’s time and I refuse to fail Him. I know I will disappoint the people in my life but this time, it does not matter. I am learning to not be so caught up in what others think of me. Over the last two weeks, I have still been searching for a purpose for my life in God’s plan for me. As I walk faithfully towards Him, I know that He will use me to His benefit.

As I take my baby steps, my faith grows. Trust is still a struggle though. I wish I could say that it is difficult to trust in something that I cannot see but I see God every day, in every thing. God isn’t just in the things that we find beautiful; He is in the sunsets and sunrises and bouquets of flowers.  He is also in the thunderstorms and the floods and things that many people find to be ugly. The situation doesn’t matter; God is there!

“Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.” – Proverbs 19:21

At one point in my life, I had plans and goals for myself. Each of those plans fell through. Now, my only plan is to look to God for my purpose in this life.  There’s a joke that goes something like this:  If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plansI know there have been a few occasions where I’ve made Him laugh. I’ve tried to plan my life but God has thwarted those plans. He has His reasons. I’ve seen some of those reasons in hindsight. I’ve been protected during those moments.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” – Jeremiah 29:11

God has protected me in so many ways. He has provided me with a direction that may have seem detrimental to my life but everything I have done has had a purpose. The good, the bad, and the ugly has all been orchestrated by the hands of God. While I have felt like I have failed in the things I had wished to accomplish, the reality is that I’ve only failed God by not looking to Him for guidance. I’m at the point to where I refuse to fail God for the remainder of my days. I do not know my purpose, but I am asking Him to use me however He wants. I’ve turned my life over to God and He will give me a purpose that has prosperity beyond measure.

“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” – Proverbs 16:3

“The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” – Proverbs 16:9

I can make all the plans I want. BUT are they the plans God has made for me? My will is not my own. My plans are not my own. My life is not my own.

“Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.” – Proverbs 54:4

Traveling a Narrow Path

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The Road Less Taken – Robert Frost

When I chose to walk the narrow path, I knew it would not be easy. As I was standing at my crossroads, I knew I could not follow Jesus and follow the world.  The world with its wicked pleasures and false sense of security! Every little indulgence that promises happiness is a fake, phoney, disruption of the truth. It is only in truth that a genuine happiness can be found.

One thought that has been running through my head this past week (and it’s popped up quite frequently – I’d say at least once a day) is…

Why am I trying to fit in when I was born to stand out?

I always wanted to be popular in high school. Hang out with the “A” crowd, be a cheerleader who dated a football player, the one girl that was invited to all the hot parties, etc. I wanted to be liked by everyone. I wanted people to know my name. Sadly, it was a blow to my self-esteem that I had never fit in. I still don’t fit in as an adult. I am learning to live with that and to accept that.  The reality is, the only person who has to accept me on this earth, is me.

God accepts me as I am. I am HIS daughter. I am loved, cherished, and valued by God.

“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” – Romans 12:2

I’ve spent the last 47 years of my life searching for acceptance on earth. I’ve been disappointed every time. People are flawed; I’m flawed. Imperfectly perfect as Heidi Powell would say. Over the last week, I’ve spent a lot of time with God. I’ve spent time on my knees praying. I’ve shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I’ve been waking up early every morning to start my day with God.

Now, I do not particularly care if the people on this planet like me, love me, or accept me. It is not my place to seek solace in mankind. My value and worth comes from God. He is my judge and the only Being that can deem me to be worthy to inherit richly treasures that exceed my comprehension.

“Man does not know its worth, and it is not found in the land of the living.” – Job 28:13

“I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable.”  – 1 Corinthians 15:50

Imagine you are standing on a platform. There is no way to get down from this pillar. You are hungry and the only source of food is on another platform, across the way. There is a rope connected to between your platform and the other; the rope isn’t very wide or thick. The platform with the food has a ladder leading down to the ground. When you look down, you see that the people look like ants milling about and you feel faint from the height. You can smell the delicious food, but are looking down at the people on the ground. It’s a long ways down! You tremble with trepidation and fear begins to consume you. The food is beckoning you, calling you to come satisfy your hunger. Although you are afraid, you take that first step. Unsure, unsecure, a bit wobbly, but your foot is on the rope. You take another step. Then another, becoming more balanced than the first step. You have your eyes on the prize: the delicious food. You pause, listening to the grumbling of your stomach, and try to regain your balance on the narrow rope. You reach your arms out, not only for balance but also to possibly reach what is ahead. Step by step, you grow closer and closer to the food. Your fear begins to dissipate and you focus in on what is in front of you. A quick glance behind you shows how far you’ve come. Don’t look down though; you aren’t a part of the crowd and they are not a part of your journey.  Keep your eyes ahead, you zone in on the platform and keep walking. Finally, with one last step, you have reached your reward.

“For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” – Matthew 7:14

God is on that other platform but in order for us to reach Him, we have to take the first step and walk the narrow path that He has placed us on. He is our food!  Our life-sustaining food! That narrow path He has set before us has no room for the treasures of earth.

I will admit that I have some fears about the ever-narrowing path I’m on. At the same time, I also know I’m finally on solid ground.  My relationship with God is growing and I am tasting the food He is providing.

“For I do not want you to be unaware, brothers, that our fathers were all under the cloud, and all passed through the sea, and all were baptized into Moses in the cloud and in the sea, and all ate the same spiritual food, and all drank the same spiritual drink. For they drank from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and the Rock was Christ.” – 1 Corinthians 10:1-4

Jesus is our food, people.  I hunger for God and His Son more than anything. Only God can take care of my hunger, my thirst, and the void in my heart. Are you hungry enough to walk the narrow path? If you are, then it’s time to set aside your fears. I will warn you though, you will stumble. It’s because we are human and therefore imperfect and prone to sin.

I’m not walking my path alone. I find great comfort in that. I can feel God’s presence and it fills me. I am walking alongside Him and when I grow too weary to walk, I know that God is carrying me. I will have to step outside of the path on occasion; there may be several reasons for this. Whatever those reasons are, it will be to help me grow and go further in my walk with Christ. I did step out of my comfort zone today and I shared the life-changes I have been making this past week. I shared them with my doctor. She didn’t think it was weird, although, I did preface my statement with “You’ll think this is weird”. I don’t know what she believes or what her faith is or even if she is a follower of Jesus but I planted a seed by proclaiming my walk.

I can only hope and pray that my walk will inspire someone else to seek the narrow path and obtain the right food to fill their bodies.

“Then you will walk on your way securely, and your foot will not stumble.” – Proverbs 3:23

Finding Forgiveness

It is so easy to simplify forgiveness. What does it mean to forgive? How do we do it?

Several years ago, my second husband was having multiple affairs. As a result of those affairs, I found myself placing blame solely on him. It wasn’t my decision to cheat after all, was it?  No, but I also was not being the Godly wife I could have been. After the affairs were over and our marriage had ended, I was still placing blame on him. I had failed to recognize my actions in the situation. I wasn’t blameless. I’m pretty certain that I had a hand in his decision to commit adultery. Now, I accept responsibility for my contributions to a failed marriage.

I forgave him, yet I still blamed myself. As a woman, I find it easier to take on the burden of blame and shame for others’ actions. Notoriously, the statement “it’s all my fault, you did nothing wrong” removes the accountability for the actions that others commit.  To my knowledge, my second husband never accepted responsibility for the things that were detrimental to our marriage. That’s okay though. I don’t have to face God’s judgment for anyone’s actions but my own. I’m working on accepting responsibility for the things I have done wrong. It’s not perfect but it’s progressing.

After the marriage ended, I was in counseling. It was there that I learned how to forgive Jay for the things I blamed him for and to take responsibility for my actions. I came to understand how I was holding on to unrighteous anger and hatred by not forgiving him.

“Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.” – Ephesians 4:32

Forgiving someone else is easy but to forgive myself was another story. During my time in counseling, I was required to read two books – After the Affair and The Miracle of Forgiveness. The former was about moving on in a relationship after the exposure of an affair; the latter, by the late Mormon prophet Spencer W. Kimball, was about learning to forgive oneself. The Bible itself doesn’t talk about how I need to forgive myself – it speaks on forgiving others for whatever they may have done. Unfortunately, I was still in the mindset that I had done nothing wrong to contribute to Jay’s decision to have an affair.

The struggle to forgive myself is real, folks.  It is a constant, daily battle.  Never-ending. I sin on a daily basis. Some of the sins I commit, I’m not even aware that I’m doing them. That’s how human nature works and it can be deceptively ingrained. The best part of these instances is that God will forgive me.

“For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.” – Matthew 6:14

God forgives us because He has an incomprehensible amount of love for us. He wants us to come back and live in paradise with Him. Paradise! That is a place that can be difficult to describe as God has placed some things as beyond our comprehension! It is a place of perfection. I strive for perfection on a daily basis. I also fail on a daily basis. I’m not perfect as I work on the Christ-like qualities that God has requested of me to exhibit. I was given gifts that are found in Christ. One of those gifts has to be cultivated. It was the gift of forgiveness. I still struggle with forgiving myself but I also believe that if God has forgiven me, I need to be able to forgive myself. Forgiving others comes easily now as I practice that gift constantly and I pray that I forget as well.

“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.”  – 1 Corinthians 13:4-6

Replace the word “love” with forgiveness. Forgiveness is patient and kind. Forgiveness does not envy or boast or is arrogant or rude. Forgiveness is an underlying attribute to genuine love. Let me also add that forgiveness does not hold on to the actions that were committed in the first place. Once I forgive, I pray that God will allow me to forget. Not forget the lesson that was taught during the wrongdoing, but to see how the actions can consume and define a person.

God forgave me. He forgives me even when I don’t ask for it. That being said, I do my best to ask for His forgiveness and the forgiveness of others. I want to be held accountable for my actions and correct those actions in this life, not wait until I am on the seat of judgment. Once I’ve asked for forgiveness, I know God wipes my record clean. If I have wronged you, will you please forgive me? Let us go forth in peace and love. Please do not ever hesitate to call me out on something I’ve done. This isn’t easy and I may not always see how my actions and activities are not in alignment with God.

Practice forgiveness. It will be difficult at first, but it will get easier. Start by forgiving yourself for being imperfect and human.

Dear Father,

Please forgive me for the sinful nature I was born with. I know I’m not perfect and I struggle every day. I want to forgive myself for the hurt I’ve caused others and I pray that they will forgive me. Thank you for Your Son, who died on the cross for me. It is through Him that I am able to forgive as You have forgiven me. I love you, Father, and thank You for being my ultimate Provider.

In Jesus’ name, Amen

NaNoWriMo

Okay, folks!  It’s that time of year again where I indulge in self-torment, high quantities of caffeine, demonstrate my ability to not forage for food, and agonize over all the crap that has to be done before I can even sit down to write.

This is your warning.  Your only warning.

I may or may not be blogging at all for the wonderful month of November.  I’m pretty sure my stress levels will be determined by how I have failed to do laundry or dishes or clean the house.  Hopefully my boyfriend will get the hint.  Or not.  I can anticipate him providing me with provisions though, as Adele (or Queen) mourn their tales of woe through my iPhone while the clacking of the keyboard mounts a tempestuous tale of its own. Maybe I’ll include some BlackBriar, Sara Barielles, Ellie Goulding, or Eminem to proffer as the muse for my novel.

Sylvia Plath and Hemingway simply will not do as an audible.  But, by the end of November, I may find myself at the end of a rope.  Not to hang myself with but more as a cliffhanger in anticipation of my next novel.  The line is dangling and the fish are already biting.  I’ve had a few read the first few rough drafts of my current novel.  They are begging for more.  One of them even slapped me on the arm, wanting to know where the rest of it is.  I simply tapped my temple and said, “In here. Locked safely away until next time”.  She was mad at me.  Until I promised her the first signed copy.

She will be getting the very first signed copy.

I’m on the hunt for an editor.  Someone majoring in English Lit at a local college will suffice as long as there is the understanding that I can only pay in coffee or use of my culinary skills.

Yes, I have skills.  Guys like girls with skills.