I am writing a fiction book.  It has been almost a years sice I began, what a year!  I have 'finished it ' twice only to have to set aside half of the book to get a beter book.  I am in that second editing process. 

I keep asking myself what type of book do I like to read?  Well, then write that.  So, it's a fiction with lots of touches of magic and fantasy. 

It is all surrounding a magic pearl necklace that my hero, Dylan, finds.  A necklace that makes her appear beautiful to anyone around her. 

What would you do if you had a magic stone that gave you instant 'beauty'?

Sometimes it Just Sucks

Yeah, life is beautiful, sunsets are magnificent, the trees around my house amaze me and teach me to give without demanding back. 

And then there are those other times.  The times when I burst into tears, or a mad rage or want to run away.  That's when life sucks the life out of me.  Or more accurately my thinking of how it should be sucks the life out of me.

I just want things to be different, actually, I want them to be better.  I don't want a to live with complainer anymore.  I'm tired of the mood swings and bouts of depression I am surrounded by.  I feel the pressure of fixing every problem, and I can't see how to fix things.

Yeah, today life sucks.