I Ain't Said Nothin' But A Word...

When I am in full-scale writing mode every one of my “bad” habits is in full effect.   The sleep schedule is way off, I’m everything but sociable, and the diet is anything but healthy.   I like to give it a good try though.   I usually eat my first meal of the day at noon.   And it is always a good meal.   This week there was yogurt and granola, egg white omelets, flour-less, gluten-free banana pancakes, and the one day I ate bacon, it was turkey bacon.   When I did think about dinner it was usually well after six pm and I tried to think about eating healthy, doing an adequate job of consuming many vegetables, chicken and fish, and very few carbs.      Then of course that midnight hour rolls around and all my efforts go straight to hell. I am not above making a fast food run in the middle of night.   In fact, I’ve been known to make quite a few midnight food runs convinced that I’m hungry and too consumed with my word count to stop and “cook” anything.   My partner in crime and

I’ve got voices talking so fast at me that I can barely keep up.   The writing is flowing like water from a faucet and it feels really good.   As always, with the words there has to be music and between pumping the stereo, the radio, and the TV on loud everyone else in the house is having some issues.   Even my TV addiction and reality show moments have been interrupted by the voices.   Most everyone knows I’m a junkie for talent searches and still, after all this time, I love shows like American Idol, XFactor, The Voice, and any other TV medium that gives opportunity to those who might not have a chance otherwise.   I sometimes feel like I’m personally discovering new talent when I’m moved emotionally by a contestant’s performance.   And there have been a few performances that truly moved me; so much so that I can recall them easily.   There was Fantasia Barrino’s performance of Summertime , Joshua Ledet singing It's a Man's World , Adam Lambert’s cover of Tracks of My Tears ,

EBOOK VERSIONS NOW ON SALE FOR $5.99 Excerpted from GRAYE : As the first sign of a morning sun peeked through the trees she thought about her child and the possessive need he’d had for the young woman against her lap.   Graye had been the youngest of her children, the child she’d thought she’d wanted when she’d inhaled and knew she hadn’t when she’d exhaled.   Her mother had called Graye a change of life baby, coming when no one expected him, least of all Miss Jen Pearl.   She’d started birthing children when she’d been sixteen, the eighth one coming just after her twenty-third birthday.   Nine years later Graye had pushed his way into the world without asking, without invitation, his presence almost a given like the sun and the moon were givens.   Miss Jen Pearl had been thirty-two years old, too old in her mind to be birthing another baby. She’d had nine children in all.   Treat, Sonn, Carr, August and Graye, and the four girls, Lake, Ginn, Sister and July.   All of t