Romani Blood – Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter One Ten words painted on a large wooden sign ended my silent treatment of Mom: Welcome to Woodlake, Home of Michigan’s Famous Fish Pie, Population 307. “No freaking way. We’re not moving to ‘Fish Pie Hell’.” I sucked in air—trying to overcome the icky feeling in the pit of my stomach. Google hadn’t said anything about fish pies. Mom needed to see this was a bad idea. She had to turn this Jeep around. “Please, I’m begging you.” “Sienna, stop whining.” She gave me her because-I’m-the-mom look and managed to smile, despite the dark circles under her eyes. “It won’t be that bad.” “Not that bad?” I crossed my arms,…

Another Year of Goals

I didn’t publish my books last year. I didn’t get into shape. And I didn’t meditate. Well, I did meditate several times and attended a 10-day meditation retreat. I guess that counts. To say the least, my mantra didn’t work. I admit I wasn’t as focused as I should’ve been. Several things distracted me and I hit a wall, letting negative thoughts enter my mind. Thoughts of quitting. Thoughts of not being good enough. Then in August, I picked up Stephen King’s book, On Writing, and read it for the third time since buying the book in 2001. Something clicked and I committed to waking up at 6am every day to…

New Year, New Me

Okay, maybe it’s not a new me. Not yet. And it’s already the end of January. But last week, I realized my annual goals for the past three years have been the same! Say what?! How is that possible? I’m a list person. I’m organized. I set goals all the time. I make things happen. Ask anyone. I’m reliable. I’m responsible. But here I am, my list of annual goals almost exactly the same as last year and the year before and the year before that. Ugh! So this year, I’m going to MAKE IT HAPPEN. That’s my mantra this year… I will publish my books. I will get into shape.…