Merry Christmas (A day late)


Merry Christmas everyone!!!!

I know I’m a day late. But if you lived with my family, you’d be late too 🙂

My holiday was fun. Mini-Me and I went to my sister’s house. She met up with her cousins, and that was the last I saw of her. My friends don’t really get that a pre-teen GIRL is a whole different monster than a child. I simply say she’s currently with her own kind LOL.

On a different note, Precarious Possessions is slowing down again. I’m going to have to work my way with some plot points. And it also doesn’t help that another idea is trying to make itself known. I’m doing my best to ignore it, because I want to get this done. But after PP is, and the idea’s still around, then it’s on. LOL

Well, that’s all for now. If I don’t get a chance to update again, I want everyone to have a very Happy, Healty New Year!!!!!

Happy Holidays!!!!
Dawn 😎

The First Day of Christmas… I think…


Hey everyone! You know how the song always goes! There are only 12 more days till Christmas, now here’s where I have to ask, when does the official count for the song start??? Is it 12 days before, after, or is Christmas day the 5th day of Christmas???

Anyway, that was just something my daughter and I were talking about this morning on her way to school. She’s all for the holiday, and what child isn’t? She has educated me on Moxxie Dolls, Monster High, Bratz, Foot Spas, Jewelry Makers, Color Books, stone polishers, Flash games, DVDs, Nintendo 3DS’s, and iTunes cards. And while I’m sitting here thinking Oh my GOD at all of this stuff, I still have to remember, she’s NINE!!!! There are still some winter clothes to be bought! I am dreading the day she discovers *gasp* name brands (Oh the horror)!!!! I don’t know if my wallet will be able to take it!!!

But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Not in the slightest. I adore my daughter. She is sweet and kind, and she’s both Pinky and Brain…. And as long as I promise a wig and some make up, she lets me do what ever I want to her when Halloween and Anime Cons come around. (This year she’s rocking Gothic Red Riding Hood)

So anyway, I have to sit here and think about what I’m going to do with Madison and Troy’s story. These two have no problem getting together, but I’m at a point where I usually stall out… and it’s not because I have a problem with ideas.

I have too many of them.

I’m stuck debating if I should take things in the more serious direction, or should I keep it light. I’m thinking more serious. This way when the crap hits the fan, no one is looking at me like “How dare you…”

Trust me folks, as a reader, I’ve felt this way with a couple of series…

So here’s where I ask for your input again. If you’re wondering why I do this, it’s simple… I like feedback. I pride myself on seeing a lot of different angles of something. Even if I’m wrong, I can see why. But there are times when I could be looking at the angles, and miss one that could be really cool! So, I’m going to keep hammering away, but I would love to know what you all think!

Dawn 8)

RIP Grandma… A Look @ This Past Month.


Hey everyone;

I know I haven’t been around. First, I tried taking part in my first NaNoWriMo! For those of you that don’t know, it means National Novel Writing Month. In it, authors are challenged to write a novel (or at least 50,000 words of it) during the month of November. I was so close, but so far away (44,537) when I received some news that simply shattered me.

My grandmother passed away.

She was sick and 2010-2011 hadn’t been kind to her. I refuse to dwell on how she passed and frankly there are some elements that I want to keep private. This past weekend was her service and I went to Staten Island. I was able to see some of my family that I hadn’t seen since I was a child. Out of everyone, only my great-aunt didn’t know who I was… it was rather funny.

But I’m digressing. I may do that to keep from crying… AGAIN. My grandmother was nothing short of an icon for me. She was my role model for what a lady truly was. We had tea, she collected spoons and plates, she taught me to crochet and the peace and beauty of flower arrangements. I remember every Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas she would have a feast laid out and a special plate of spaghetti for me (I am, as my friend says, a food racist. I just say picky). At Christmas time there would be countless gifts under the Christmas tree. See, she was the mother of 12, and each of her kids had at least 1 child of their own! No one went home without at least 2 gifts (1 from her, 1 from Santa) and a plate.

I was about 18 or 19 when she and my grandfather moved to Arizona. I’m 33 now. It’s been nearly 15 years since I saw her. We barely spoke on the phone. I had my daughter and only sent pictures. I felt like the worst granddaughter ever.

But now, I went to her service. I saw my family and everything was nice. To tell the truth, I was expecting something like “Death at a Funeral” meets “Soul Food” combined with “The Sopranos” all on crack. But I was greeted by my aunts and uncles that were somber and respectful of the occasion.

So now that everything is over, I have time to think. I love my Grandma, and I’ll miss her. She would probably kick my ass if she knew all of the regrets that I have. She didn’t have a chance to read my stuff, which I’m kinda glad for. Again, she’d probably kick my ass, this time for the sex scenes. 🙂

But really, when everything is said and done, my regrets are my own; and she loved me, faults and all. She’ll always be in my heart, and who knows, maybe we’ll have a tea party in her honor.

Now I’m going to get going before I start bawling like a baby… yes, again. Besides, I have 1 character to toss in jail, and another to decide if I’m going to turn him into a Vampire, Werewolf, or something else entirely.

Rest in Peace Margaret DeGennaro
I love you.