Dear Diary

By, Bonnie Hearn Hill... super lady!


                        ☆The Review☆

For starters, I went into this book with a bit of a handicap. You see, I had never read a "Kit Doyle " mystery by Bonnie Hearn Hill before. While I've been busy reading other books, the characters in GOODBYE FOREVER, have been living quite an exciting life.

Fortunately  for me, this author does a masterful job of filling you in, without being obvious that she's  filling you in. I never felt like I had to stop and read her previous Kit Doyle mystery in order to fully enjoy this one.

I love that this story takes place in Central California. I love that it highlights the uniqueness and sometime dangerous quirks in our weather, and I was deeply appreciative of way she hinted at the agricultural aspects of Central California. AND, Bonnie Hearn Hill showcased California's natural beauty as well.

This tale of mystery centers around young people, mentally disturbed tweens & teens who thanks to a quack psychologist are now more disillusioned than ever. There's  something deliciously creepy about evil mastermind children. I found myself torn between hoping they would get straightened out and hoping they'd all fall in a hole.

Enter "Kit" Katherine Doyle, a crime blogger, radio host, stubborn mule, and cool chick with a huge heart. If anything crazy ever happens to me, I want Kit Doyle to be the one who goes to bat on my behalf. This author has created a truly lovable character, full of flaws, who isn't afraid to take chances for those she loves.

GOODBYE FOREVER was a rollercoaster ride. I laughed, I almost teared up (big girls don't  cry... as far as you know), I yelled at the book, you name an emotion, I probably  had it. If I was going to be critical, I would be critical of the punishment of Lucas, the main antagonist. I would say I was left wanting more justice. Or, maybe I'm just a sadist.

Overall, this fast paced thrill ride was worth reading all Day LONG! It was written beautifully, with solid lovable characters (except for that one kid... Grrrr!!!!!!) backdropped by my favorite place, California.  

GOODBYE FOREVER, By Bonnie Hearn Hill is available on Amazon right now. Get your tookus over there and get yours today.

I'm a reviewer!

It's fantastic where writing a book has taken me. I have met so many talented & interesting people, I have been exposed to new & creative ways to hone my own craft...  the whole experience has been very humbling and exciting.

Well, now I can add reviewer to my list of "New things". I was asked to do a review... before the book is even released! No pressure, the author is only a good friend, a solid mentor, and extremely  talented author. No pressure, right?


☆the review☆

You know, it's stressful writing a review!

Welcome to my first ever, book review... let's get the technical stuff out of the way, shall we?

Thomas Jast did an excellent job. The story is fast paced, dialed in perfectly, and definitely  has its own voice. I loved the way he projected the story forward, by sometimes employing short, journal-like paragraphs. (as opposed to long & windy descriptions the reader doesn't  need)

I must say, I am one of those people who loves it when the antagonist is winning. I will cheer on a villain all Day LONG! The main character, voice of the book, and all around bad seed is a cool customer named Alex. She is calculating and dark. She's  vindictive and brilliant. Oh, and she's a total sociopath... and a drunk, in fact, if the Olympics had a drinking event, Alex would be all GOLD.

And yet, it was so easy to love her, then hate her, then love her.... well you get the point.

Calculated Regrets does a masterful job of letting the reader see what actually goes on inside the head of a potential psycho. I found myself being taken in by her excuses, believing her lies! Thomas Jast should have marketed this novel as a handbook for handling sociopath's. FABULOUS!

This book was jammed packed with good old fashion intrigue & lively characters. Who knew that office drama could be so juicy? Or so dangerous?? And the best part? There's  a SEQUEL !! It's  called Mixed Messages.

How exciting, my first book review, and the book ROCKS!

Thank you Thomas Jast, you get five stars☆☆☆☆☆

ps. poor Tom :(

Don't wait!!


When I was in high school I loved English class. I was that one kid that looked forward to the reading assignments and the creative writing prompts. Other than lunch, it was really the only thing I truly enjoyed in school.

My senior year, we had to write scary stories for Halloween. HELL YES! I put pen to paper, (that's  how we did it in those days, insert old person joke here→_____________________) and proceeded to belt out a classic ghost story. One part Twilight Zone, one part Goosebumps, I told the story of Thaddeus Bernum, and his unfortunate stay in a haunted house.

We all got to read our stories out loud. Poor old Thaddeus scared the crap out of the class. I was thrilled. To be 17 and able to have that kind of power over other people's heebie jeebies was an incredible  feeling.

So what ever happened to Thaddeus? Alas, somewhere along the line, I misplaced that story. I did that with a lot of stuff I wrote back then. I was young & had all the time in the world. Riiight ???

In the back of my head, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I wanted to see my books on bookstore shelves, (that was the only way to get books back then, insert old person joke here→____________) to hold book signings... The problem was, I was lazy. After all, I have all the time in the world. Riiight???

Then life did that thing it will do, if you let it:  It took over. Before I knew it, I was working and blowing my money on fun and falling in love and getting married and paying a mortgage and mowing lawns and potty training puppies and AHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!! Suddenly, I wasn't  17 anymore.

Fortunately, I got off my ass and made my dream a reality before I turned 90. I wrote a book!

Am I sorry that it took me well into my 30's to pursue my dream? No. In fact, he'll no. I got in the game before the clock ran out and I get to share this dream with my husband. In fact, it's his influence that keeps me going. But that's  me. what about you? Are you pursuing your dream?


Don't  make your Thaddeus Bernum wait 20 years like I did. Whether it's writing, or art, or plumbing!! Seize the Day, and make that dream a reality.

Otherwise, you could end up a greeter in a Wally☆World, wondering where all that time went. (insert old person joke here→____________)

→Disclaimer← no, I'm not a greeter in Wally☆World.......... OR AM I???

Jolly old Saint Nick!

There's  nothing I hate more than the "War on..." fill in the blank. We got the War on women, the War on terror, the War on fetuses, and of course, the War on Santa .  recently, I read a news article where a 10 year tradition was halted because of the War on Santa.

Kindergartners were denied a class field trip to a local cafe in San Jose. Why? Because one lone parent had a problem with Santa. A school tradition, kindergartners would walk to a local cafe, drink hot cocoa, and visit  Saint Nick. How cute is that?

Apparently. .. it's not.

The parent cited intolerance and blah  blah blah. Come on!  Santa transcends faiths. He has more meaning than that. And since I'm  a writer, not a news commentator,  I decided to make the case for Santa... in verse:


they say it's the most wonderful time of the year

where adults set aside their anger and fear

and children can whisper in Old  Saint Nick's ear

everyone loves the Chris in Christmas

no matter your religion, or color or creed

the chill in the air stamps out the greed

generosity abounds and fulfilled is every need

as we embrace the Chris in Christmas

but his magic is a delicate flower

bickering can can cause the taste to sour

starved of tradition, our children will cower

when we lose the Chris in Christmas

to diminish Chris Kringle is utterly sad

no matter your faith, he's  more than a fad

and he's  deeper in meaning than a list of good & bad

there's a need for the Chris in Christmas

he represents tolerance at its very core

to set aside the need to settle a score

that you can love thy neighbor as never before

when we nurture the Chris in Christmas

Santa is an example of who we should be

a generous spirit for mankind to see

his message of giving sets the whole world free...

let's  keep the Chris in Christmas

If you want to read the article, here's the link:

Merry Christmas, everybody♥

Damn that hurts!


I simultaneously stubbed all of the toes on my right foot the other day. For a few seconds, I seriously thought I was gonna die. I lamented on Facebook, telling my friends that I was pretty sure I had found the 10th Circle of Hell. Since then, I have determined that there are in fact, 10 "other" circles that Dante missed. Here they are:

10.  Continuous Eternal Toe Stubbing

Oh Lord! Can you imagine? Stubbing your toes, over and over, being gripped by that breath stealing pain... forever??!! No.

9.  The Never Healing Hang Nail

You know you shouldn't, but you do it anyway.  You grab a hold of that loose nail (usually with your teeth) and rip that sucker off. At least that red, swollen finger will heal in a few days. But, what if it didn't? Ever??

8.  Paper, Cardboard & Plastic Cuts

They suck. The end.

7.  Eternal Smacking of the Funnybone

That shit's not funny. At least it doesn't happen much. The idea of being endlessly and repeatedly whacked in the elbow, feeling  that ripple through the nerves that always causes a second of nausea. .. again, no.

6.  Grease Burns

You know, when the bacon decides that sizzling isn't enough, so it decides to explode like a porky nuke in the pan, sending out molten shrapnel that ALWAYS seems to land on your bare skin. In hell, something like this would bring new meaning to "acid rain".

5.  Splinters

Especially those little ones you can't get out. They just sit there, getting itchy and purple. Rude.

4.  Zits in Your Ear

Seriously, what the hell is that all about? And why are they 100 times more painful than the ones that form on your chin? And and, I'm in my 40's... why am I still getting zits?

3.  Brain Freeze

Yeah, that's gotta the most painful 10 seconds of your life. And as soon as it passes, you dive right back in to whatever you were eating/drinking. Delicious masochism.  Imagine if that pain was forever? It would be like hell really did freeze over.

3.  Smashing a Fingernail

It's such a simple thing, but for some reason, when you do it, a flood of pain induced obscenities flows from your mouth like a river. I have a theory. There's no such thing as turrets... people are just smashing fingers.

2.  Static Shocks

It's not so much that they hurt. .. It's the surprise. It's that blast of panic chemicals your body shoots into your chest.  Pick up a little static from the carpet, then go open the car door. ZAP!! I wonder if that could induce a heart attack. .. Hmmm..............

1.  Stepping on a Goat Head

If you are unfamiliar with these little bastards, CONGRATULATIONS! You truly live a charmed life. For the rest of us, there are few things in this world that are more painful than a goat head in a toe. Obviously they are spawns of Satan... after all, they're shaped like a GOAT'S HEAD!!

So there you have it. The Ten "Other" Circles of Hell, you and I have to deal with everyday. Little moments that help you remember all those cuss words you're always trying not to say.

Your welcome.

PS. Here's a bonus circle:  biting a taste bud. So painful. 

no peeking!!



Ah, the sex scene. When you read it, it sends your senses into a tailspin. Your own experiences mingle with the actions on the page, and create a strange, virtual brothel inside your mind.

Sometimes they're naughty, sometimes depraved. Sometimes they're only a hint of physical contact, sometimes they hit you in the head. No matter which, the sex scene gives the reader a glimpse of the animal, inside the character.

I just started writing my first full blown sex scene chapter. I've written "hinted sex" before, but this is different. The character is a carnal being. He is cold, calculating, and a little mad. His partner is paid to be there. There's a mystery and a danger in the air... will he hurt her? Will he kill her? It's important to me to bring these wonders to the readers mind.

When I sat down to write the chapter, I figured it would be a pretty straight forward thing to write.


Typing out the act of sex, that personal thing we do behind a closed door, is painful and a little creepy. I sat there, feeling like a voyeur, like any minute a cop was gonna tap me on the shoulder and ask me what I'm doing. I suppose if I were going to write a passionate, love making scene, it would have been better. It would have brought me pleasant memories of my marriage and my awesome husband.


My story involves a selfish psychopath. So my sex scene needs to reflect... well, that.

I have no deep advice when it comes to these scenes. I only know what I like to read. I want the sex to be an accurate representation of the character's having it. I want to be let in on the naughty secrets, and at the same time, have an air of mystery. It goes without saying that I want to be turned on, but not be left feeling like a pervert for what I just read. But, most of all, if there's going to be sex, it needs to be necessary. If it's just in there for filler, perhaps it would be a good idea to go back through and beef up some storyline.

Well, that's all I got this week, NaNoWriMo is kicking my backside, but isn't that what it's supposed to do????


30 days... 50,000 words


I first heard of NaNoWriMo about 5 years ago. My reaction was very straight forward:

Hell no, those people are crazy.

Who writes an entire story, 50,000 words, in 30 days?? Crazy people, that's who.

Every year, my writer friends on fb would all knuckle down and disappear for a month, cranking out first drafts of what would go on to become published works, while I, sat on my fanny, afraid to even try.

Last year, I almost attempted it. I was so close to clicking the sign up button, but didn't do it. I just didn't see how I could possibly put down that much story in a month.

But, that was then...

I recently joined a fb group called 10 Minute Novelists. Wow, what a group! It's hundreds of people, who like me, have squat for time to sit down and do long fabulous stretches of writing. People with lives, jobs, kids, ailments... all the stuff that keeps a writer from writing. The premise of the group, is that everyone can set aside 10 minutes a day, do some writing, and finish their novel.

These folks fascinate me. They have squat for time, but they do it anyway. I was more than inspired. Then I found out last week, that a pile of them are participating in National Novel Writing Month. What the what??

Challenge accepted...

So, at the last possible minute, I put on my big girl pants, and signed up. It's day 4, and I actually feel like I can do it. I mean, like I could actually finish! Nothing inspires like a deadline, or the fear of looking like a dope. Those wonderful writers in the 10 Minute Novelists fb group are an inspiration. I have been inspired to get off my lazy, second-guessing, oh woe is me behind off the couch and in front of the screen. And even if I don't hit the 50,000 words by

November 30th, I will still be farther than I would have been.

That's tastes like winning!

And yes, I will let you know how it goes. I fully intend to finish. I need to finish. My characters need me to finish. They've got a life too, ya know.

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