I’m not a writer . . .

Those are the words a friend told me recently.

“You can’t call yourself a writer,” he told me. The mock disgust in his voice was evident.

I balked, of course.¬†I’ve been writing since I was a kid. Naturally, I consider myself a writer. But, just like with other things in my life I allowed ‘life to happen’ and with it happening there went my dreams. . . my goals. I allowed other things to take prescedence in my life, and before you know it, I’m 44 years old with very few career goals accomplished. Except achieving my masters degree . . . but then I remember. That wasn’t my dream. It was my ex-husband’s dream.

Let’s Get This Straight – I Am A Writer


Thank you, Chuck Wendig, for the nifty graphic that helps prove my point! I am a writer. Just not a professional writer. I’ll own that.

I am a strong believer that anything you put your mind to can be accomplished. I didn’t always believe that. The belief had to be learned. Though I have not written regularily I still consider myself a writer. But, who am I trying to convince? Certainly not you, reader, who is actually reading words that I’ve written ūüôā

I hope you’ll join me . . .again . . . as I journey into uncharted territories where dreams collide with reality.

Read well and read often.

Long Distance Romance

A few lines from my new book . . .

‘Good Morning, Beautiful.’ I smiled at his words. This was only the second time that I received a message from him since I began participating in a secret online group. Derick Anthony was different from other guys. He was intelligent, a wordsmith, and stylishly handsome. Most of all, every word I read from him made me want to pleasure myself.

‘Good afternoon.’ Though it was morning for me, Derick lived in the Midwest and there was a two hour time difference between us.

‘How are you, gorgeous?’

‘I’m doing great. How about yourself?’

‘Very aroused.’

‘Are you now? What has made you aroused?’

‘Those sexy pics you posted in the group.’

‘Well,thank you, sexy.’

‘What do you have on right now?’

I decided to show him instead of telling him. I took a quick pic of my outfit. Nothing too exciting, but my top definitely showed off my large breasts.

‘I would enjoy seeing those babies set free.’

Book Review – Lost Bear

Lost Bear (Bear Mountain, #5)Lost Bear by Ruby Shae

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I really liked the interaction between man and bear. Just like the other Bear Mountain stories offered something a little different in the struggle that each character faced, book 5 was no different. Emma was a totally lovable character and I can totally visualize her blonde curls and her stubborn attitude. Well done! Can’t wait to read more from Ruby Shae.

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New On Lush Stories – New Year’s Sex

I can’t seem to focus on one writing! I’m in the middle of world building for one story, started another story on Saturday, and just published a story on January 2nd.I wanted to get something out just to prove that I could still write an okay story. So, please visit New Year’s Sex on Lush Stories and tell me what you think. Keep in mind that I haven’t published anything in over two years.

New Year, New Goals

Happy New Year 2015 Celebration Wallpapers, Images Facebook, Twitter, Google plus, LinkedIns

You can’t deny that a new year brings about a time of reflection and decision making. For me, the last two years have been eye opening and a time of growth. While I lived life I got away from some of the things that bring me joy – the creation of a good tale, and just plain being creative. I’ve come to the conclusion that I¬†have¬†already found the things in life that make me happy, I now have to live my life chasing after those things. For the last five years I’ve functioned¬†in the corporate world, but life moves so fast when you’re away from the house 10 hours out of every day doing something that makes someone else happy and successful.

I’ve decided to take back the creativeness within me and live life to the fullest. For me, that means chasing after the things that make me happy and content. One of those things is storytelling. I knew when I was 13 that I wanted to be a storyteller. Why, oh why, did I not continue with that dream? Maybe I needed to experience life a little more in order to be able to tell a good tale. Whatever the reason, I’ve decided now is as good a time as any to draw upon the things that I’ve learned in the last 20 years. Now is the time to enjoy life! Happy New Year!