Posted in Appreciation, love of my life, thankful

A Thank You For All Who Have Reached Out To Our Family

It’s been a rough couple of weeks since my husband passed. He was such a huge part of my life. I didn’t even realize how much until he was gone. The sadness and tears come when I think about what I’ve lost. And I think about it all the time because he is everywhere I turn.

He’s fixing our favorites for breakfast––bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls. He’s sitting on the couch laughing at something funny on the tv. He’s sitting next to me on the porch drinking his coffee while I drink my tea. He’s giving our dog Bella lots of love and belly rubs. He’s standing right next while I’m washing the dishes.

I know that eventually things will settle down. That time will heal the loss, but it feels very far away sometimes.

Surprisingly, I’ve been able to move forward to some degree. Some moments I even manage to feel okay. One of the things that has helped is remembering all the time we had together. We had twenty-one years of marriage. That’s a lot of memories, and a large majority of them were good ones.

Another help has been the large outreach of love from many friends and family. If there could be a good side to this whole experience, it would be the amazing amount of phone calls, texts, facebook messages, and cards I’ve received in the last two weeks.

I wanted to take a moment to send out this thank you to all who have reached out to me, all who allowed me to call/text/message to express my grief, all who were kind enough to send much needed donations, and those who were able to come and spend a little time with Caleb and myself last week. All of it has been such a huge blessing, and I appreciate it very much. It’s helped make an unbearable experience a little easier.

I’m slowly starting to make some plans for what comes next. There’s still a lot of uncertainty, but it’s getting a little easier to move forward. I know Dean would want Caleb and I to do what makes us happy, so at least I know what to shoot for. I’m just trying to adjust to what happy looks like without him there too.

Appreciation helps me stay positive, so I try to live there as much as I can, because even though this is a hard transition, there’s still so much to be thankful for. I’m thankful for the great memories I have with Dean. I’m grateful for all the love I’m receiving from so many people. I am thankful for the new (and closer) bonds I’m making with friends and family since Dean passed. And I am thankful that I have grown enough to see the good spots even in the bad.

Above is a video Caleb and I put together for the family memorial we had for Dean last week. It’s a little long (what can I say, I love taking pictures), but I’m sharing it for those who would like to get a small taste of some of the awesome moments our family has had. I hope you enjoy.

Posted in celebrating, love of my life, thankful

Celebrating The Life Of Dean Griffin

On November 24th our family suffered a great loss. My husband Dean Griffin passed away. I’m still processing this loss. He was an amazing man, and we had a fantastic twenty-one years together. I feel incredibly blessed to have had him in my life, and to honest, I believe he’s still with me and my son. A few times since he passed, I’ve felt his hand on my shoulder telling me it’s going to be alright.

I write this post because I want to celebrate him, especially on Thanksgiving Day. Yes, I am sad, but I am so thankful for my time with him. So, yeah maybe he isn’t with us physically this Thanksgiving, but there were many others that he was. We always had this tradition at our Thanksgiving meal, we would each say three things we were thankful for, and always his number one was our family.

One of my favorite things about Dean was his smile. I always commented on it, telling him it was as big as the sun. He also gave these amazing bear hugs. You know you were hugged by the time he got done with you. lol…

He was a happy-go-lucky guy who kind of shrugged things away. I always admired that about him, because I always seemed to take things too seriously. But he helped remind me that life was meant to be fun and enjoyed, especially when he got his goofy side going. No matter how serious I was, I couldn’t help but laugh.

One thing everyone could say about Dean was that he had a big heart. He wanted so desperately to help people in any way he could. That’s why he spent over half of his career as an emergency medical worker. It was a very satisfying job to him, but it took it’s toll too. He was extremely grateful for the time off during the pandemic. He managed to do things and explore in a way he never got to before. His last year and a half was the happiest of his life, mine too.

Some of the things he enjoyed was going to the beach, going for walks with me and our dog Bella, talking tech with our son, playing video games, watching anything related to Star Wars, spending time in the backyard in his hammock, laughing at TikTok videos, and doing research on the internet about anything and everything.

He also loved to satisfy his curiosities. He often said, “Don’t get me curious about something, because then I’ll have to figure it out.”

I don’t know what the future holds for my son and I. It seems really overwhelming and scary now that my best friend has left. Dean and I had been a team for so long, I’m not sure how to do it on my own. I know some big changes are coming. One of the biggest things that has helped is the many phone calls and texts I’ve been receiving from family and friends. Thank you so very much. It means a lot.

I continue to ask for positive thoughts and prayers please as we figure out what comes next. And if you feel inclined, we would also appreciate donations to help us through this transitional period of our lives.

Also, give the people you love an extra hug this Thanksgiving. You never known it might be the last one.

Thank you Dean Griffin for being my best friend for 21 years. You are loved and deeply appreciated.

Posted in amazon, book review, book series, books, Kindle, Kindle Vella

How To Get Started On Kindle Vella

I’ve been curious about Kindle Vella for awhile, but I was so engrossed with my Kindle Unlimited books, I didn’t take the time to check it out. Then something happened to help me out a little with that.

Recently, I was contacted by an author to review his book. Since I was in between books at the time, I told him I could get started right away. Then he responded that his book wouldn’t be out until March, but he did have episodes posted on Kindle Vella.

Well, I certainly couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try out Vella and get a start on another awesome story. Isn’t it great when stuff lines up like that! Anyways, the following is a how to on Kindle Vella and my thoughts on A.R. Witham’s The Legend of Black Jack.

What Is Kindle Vella?

Kindle Vella is a place to read (and publish) serialized fiction. Any device that can download the kindle app can easily access Vella. It’s really geared toward readers who want a quick read on their phones.

A story is broken down into episodes (instead of chapters). These episodes can vary from author to author. I’ve seen some really long and some really short. One thing I like is that authors have an opportunity at the end of each episode to address the audience directly in A Note From Author. Sometimes there’s little stories extras in the note, or information to contact the author directly if desired.

Another cool feature is if you liked the episode, then you can do a thumbs up at the end of it.

How Does Vella Work?

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Posted in better writing, creative writing, editing, fiction, showing vs telling, writing, writing tips

Writing Tip: How To Balance Showing and Telling in Fiction Writing

This is a subject that’s near and dear to my heart. Mostly because at one point in my writing journey, I totally sucked at showing the reader what was going on. I was all about the telling, and anytime someone critique my fiction, I always got called out for it.

At first I was ticked off. Why couldn’t people see past what I wrote to see what I actually meant? After a while, I realized how ridiculous that was. The whole point of being a writer isn’t to write, so much as it’s to convey what you mean and feel in a way others can know it too. One of the best ways to do this is to spend time building up your description to show readers what you mean, not just spoon feed it to them.

So how much showing should fiction writing have? I personally think it should be a balance. If you had all showing, or all telling the writing just doesn’t work well. So maybe about half and half? But that all depends on the writer and what’s being written too.

One thing I learned on my writing journey is that developing writing skills take time. Just because you decided to make improvements in a certain area doesn’t mean you are going to see significant results right away. Just be conscious of the change you want to make, and work at it a little each time you sit down write. This particular area took me years to build, but it’s been worth all the effort. Here are a few things I did to develop my showing and telling.

First, I studied examples of showing and what made it different from telling. I even took a course through a writing acquaintance Michael Knost who really helped me understand the key component of what showing more description looks like.

The first thing is to know that a big part of showing is really about emotion, and letting the reader feel what the character is feeling. So it means going a little deeper. And for bonus points, if you can convey a sense of emotion without actually writing the emotion out, that’s where the gold is.

An example would be like this…

Example of Telling: Karen wept for her daughter.

The emotion here is sadness. So let’s show the sadness, and for extra credit let’s do it without saying wept, sad, or sorrow.

Example of Showing: The savage storm raged inside Karen as tears streaked down her cheeks in a relentless waterfall.

That’s a pretty big difference. Those sentences are conveying the same idea (or emotion), but in a totally different way.

For me, this wasn’t so easy in the beginning. I was so used to telling that it felt like I was walking through molasses every time I had to slow down my writing to add more description. But I realized that in slowing down, I was really doing myself a big favor.

I also started paying more attention to my own emotions. Exactly how I felt during high emotional times. What sort of analogies I would liken those emotions to. And where I might feel those emotions in my body.

I also purchased this handy book The Emotional Thesaurus. This resource has been the single most used writing tool I have ever used. In fact, I don’t even have to pull it out most of the time now. I’ve pretty much memorized many of the more common emotions that I use in my writing.

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Posted in creative writing, fiction, free writing, short story, writing exercise

Short Story: The Gift

Hello all! So for a while now, I’ve been doing some short writing exercises to help get me into a fiction writing mindset. I have many that I have done. Some of my results have been okay, and some of them actually turned out more than okay. I liked this particular piece, and decided to share. I hope you enjoy it too.

The Gift

I carefully picked up the scattered pieces of the broken purple mug. Half of a smile looked up at me from the shattered ceramic. It was all that was left of the once cartoon sketched smiley face on the side. The rest of the face gone. Yeah, it was a bit of a gaudy mug, but I still loved it. Though that might have to do with who gave it to me––my son.

He’d been six when he picked it out and proudly told me that it was my birthday gift from him. He said the mug was my favorite color and it had a smiley face, so it was perfect for me. I remembered chuckling at that. And as I went for the broom to sweep up the the smaller pieces, I chuckled again, remembering that moment.

I wasn’t sure how I would tell him I accidentally dropped the mug. I was all butterfingers this morning trying to make my tea. Maybe he wouldn’t mind. He was fourteen now. It had been so long ago since he’d gotten me the mug, maybe he wouldn’t even care. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I cared, and I was mad at myself for breaking it at all.

I swung the broom with a little more force than necessary, gathering up the remaining bits. And as I crouched down to whisk up the pieces, I let my mind wander to other gifts my son had given me over the years. I grinned as I realized the best had been all the hugs and kisses.

He liked doing that––coming up to me at random moments in the day to give me a great big hug. That always put a smile on my face, no matter what I was doing, or how I was feeling. I emptied the dustpan into the trash, remembering the hug he’d given me just last night before bed.

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