Recharging From Within


Every once and a while it is nice to just sit back, relax, and recharge. I find that if I don’t get my mind a mini vacation I can become creatively stifled.

If you could just sit anywhere, relax, and recharge where would it be?

(This picture came from my backyard)


Friday in the Springs

GlenwoodSpringCoThis glorious slice of paradise in the hot springs pool in Glenwood Springs Colorado. It has been a long and hard week for me, perhaps it has been the same out there for some of my followers; why don’t we all escape together?

Let’s take a minute, let all of the tension drain from your body. You walk out from the locker room and feel the 32 degree mountain air take over your body. There is a hint of sulfur coming from the natural springs. The water is warm, so incredibly warm, 104 degrees of unadulterated bliss. Floating on your back you are able to see thousands and thousands of stars crisply, clearly, without the impediment of city lights. Serenity.

The great thing about writers is that we are able to escape so easily. 😉

Happy Friday Everyone!

After A Long Week

bathtubreaderI have found that after a long, hard week of work and hopefully writing there is no better way for me to relax than to crawl into the bath tub with a great book. It is a great place to imagine my next story. I had no idea, however, that there was actual set-ups for it, I had always winged it hoping that my beloved book did not end up in the water. It even has a place for me to put my week-ending cocktail, I may never leave my bath tub again. I can’t help but wonder if this is just a woman’s thing, do any of my male followers partake in this? I am quite curious.

Happy Friday Everyone.

A slice of paradise


In the midst of a ten-hour workday, I struggle, I struggle to find a way to make it to the end of the day. The job is mundane, the location covered in dust but it is a paycheck, and I simply cannot walk away. In the darkest moments, exhausted; my brow furrowed with sweat I search for a way, any way to make the time pass. Escape exists in my imagination, the ability to transport myself to another place; a place all to myself, my toes dipping into the crystal clear water, my skin soaking up the skin. I know it won’t be today, and it may not be for a long time but one day I will get there, the Philippines.