: About Me

I was born, I live, and someday I shall die. It is all the times in between that seem to matter most. I am complex and simple. In general, I try to be the life of the party. I am a big kid at heart. I love to laugh and I have a demented sense of humor. I am very outspoken but silent when it matters the most. I love adventure and excitement. My actions are often random and spontaneous. I have the tendency to ramble and I spend a lot of time getting lost just so that I can find myself again. Most people call me "insane" but I like that reference better than I would if they called me "normal." In my world- different is good!

Writing comes as natural to me as breathing does for many people. Words are always rolling around in my bipolar mind. I often find myself trapped inside my own warped views. I am a self-proclaimed creative genius. I am a thinker and a daydreamer. When I am writing, I am free. It is my sanity, my comfort, and my calm before the storm.Without my words, I would be lost. I would be incomplete.

When it comes to writing, I just do it. Each new article, story, or poem is my child. I nurse it, love it, and watch it grow. With each shared word, another chapter in my life unfolds.

The person wrapped around the writer in me is a simple one. I am as sweet as pie and as country as cornbread. I would be lost without southern hospitality and the countryside that I call home. I don't own a cell phone, the only blackberry I am familiar with is the kind I put in pies, and if an Ipod has nothing to do with peas or beans- I have no need for it. I am as old-fashioned as they come and I like it that way.

My work and life experiences have ranged from one end of the spectrum to the other. My mom once told me I could do anything I set my mind to and not only did I believe her, I also tested that theory. I have worked in nursing homes, convenience stores, factories, restaurants, and daycare centers. I have dug ditches, helped build houses, taken care of animals, tutored kids, and filled out income taxes. I am always trying new things for fear of getting bored.

I have a variety of hobbies. I love to fish, 4-wheel, make crafts, take pictures, and chase dragons with plastic swords. I am a big fan of music but have little interest in television. I have been told I am an excellent cook and pride myself on constant almost obsessive housework. I love to learn new things and if I have a question about something, I don't keep it to myself.

I am a mother of a sweet but misunderstood special needs child. He consumes most of my time and captures my heart with his breathtaking smile. He has good days, bad days, and extreme mood swings that often remind me how much he is just like his mommy. I have a two silly little tomcats. They think the sun rises and sets in my eyes. Far be it for me to tell them otherwise.

My passion is ...

words, fishing, crafting, being different, having a voice...

I know too much about ...

thinking...Sometimes, I think- I think too much...

My parents always told me ...

there'd be days like this.

My childhood ambition ...

to be a firetruck :)

My favorite memory ...

purple ;)

Why I write ...

for therapy, for a voice, to make people think, to understand myself and put things into perspective, to free the creative genius within...

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Godsmack, Tool, Nirvana, System of A Down, The Doors, The Grateful Dead, Powerman 5000, White Zombie- before Rob got an adult contemporary sound to his albums, early and angry Linkin Park, StaticX. I like it mellow or loud and gutteral. I can't carry a tune in a big old bucket but music speaks to me on so many levels.

My first job ...

I could fry eggs at a young age. I did laundry. I cleaned my room. I straightened my mess. I did chores around the house the way young children should...and when a child helps out= there is no job too small.....

My best moment ...

seeing his beautiful freckled face every morning, fixing his strawberry oatmeal, laying out his clothes, watching his lips curl up into a smile when he is happy, kissing his chubby little cheeks, cuddling him just because, tucking him in bed at night, reading him stories, feeling my heart do a cartwheel when he tells me he loves me- secretly hoping that time will stand still and the day will never come that my son is not my baby boy anymore.

My inspiration ...

thoughts, emotions, words, people, music, situations, confusion, discussion, insanity, relationships...anything that can exist- or that I can observe...

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Sunshine

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*Sunshine* (Verse 1) He lays there looking out the window, staring into the world outside. He thinks about the better days and all the things he wanted to do- before he died. He asks her to come closer. He finds comfort in her face. She is his sunshine. He needs her more with each passing day. (Chorus) Everybody needs a little sunshine- to chase away the rain. It's the healing power within two souls that helps to ease the pain. Finding that person in your life that can make it all worthwhile is a promising ray of light that can always make you smile. A little touch or a gentle word It's in...

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