This Is Me in a Nutshell

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This blog is going to be a bit different. I’ve been thinking about doing this for the last week or two. I’ve been wanting to my thoughts to paper in more than just a story. I wanted to let people know about me. The real me. So here goes….

          I’ve always been a very shy person, so my job choice is a little odd. I work the front desk at hotel overnight. I have to talk to new people on a daily basis and I’m not the greatest at it, but I get the job done. I’m polite, friendly, and professional. I’ve made some friends among the loyal guests at my hotel. They are people that I could see me, my husband, and my niece hanging out with off work. If they didn’t live in Idaho or Eastern Oregon and if I (and they) didn’t work crazy hours.

          Now, even though I’m shy, I like people. Not all people, but most people. Enough to get through my job and do what’s needed to be done.

          I love getting to know people and making friends. I have no trouble making friends, now, unlike when I was younger. When I was growing up I was always, always made fun of. Whether it was because of my hair, my glasses, my weight, or the fact that I wasn’t raised by my parents; it didn’t matter at all, why I was teased. I was teased from the time I entered kindergarten all the way up until the day I graduated high school.

          That’s not to say, of course, that all of the kids made fun of me. There were a couple of kids in kindergarten and first grade that stood up to the bullies for me. Same when I got into middle school. In high school, that was the worst. Yes, I had friends and I still speak with some of them today, but when you start throwing things at someone in home economics, that’s just rude. That happened my sophomore year and I almost quit school. I was convinced to stay in school by the principal, my grandmother, and my counselor. I think it was the best decision, even if the teasing didn’t stop for long.

          I hate mean people and mean spirited people. The world is full of enough jerks that are killing innocent people and killing kids and parents killing kids and people raping people, that the world doesn’t need people like you.

          I lived with an alcoholic and I don’t like people that drink. Especially if you’re a mean drunk, a happy drunk: I can live with that. My grandfather would drink a lot and he would be one of three men: the happy drunk, the mean drunk, or just grandpa. The latter was when he didn’t drink, which wasn’t often. The happy drunk was always fun. Like the time after his stepdad had passed away and we got some of his things. Grandpa told me that when he passed away I could have his chest. My sister asked what she was going to get and he told her she could have the fireplace. It’d be warm and she could live in too.

me, brandy, carlos

          Grandma, what to say about grandma. She was a great woman. She and Grandpa took me and my brother and sister in. They raised us. Grandma was always sick (as anyone who knows the family will tell you) and in and out of the hospital. Like everyone, she had her moments. Especially the last few years of her life; things had taken their toll on her and you could tell. She wasn’t the same person anymore. She wasn’t the woman that I’d grown up with and she wasn’t the woman I had always looked up to.

          I know that I’m not the funnest person in the world, but I like to think of myself as one of the most understanding people in the world. I can be one of the most patient of people as well. Just depends on what I’m waiting for and how long it’s taking. Bathroom breaks, I can wait hours and hours. Waiting to go home on Tuesday morning from work when I’ve just worked five days in a row and they’ve been particularly busy and I’m waiting on my relief, screw that! I just want to go home and rest for the next two days. I usually end up cursing him out in my head.

          I don’t like to go out and party. I don’t like to go out and drink. Some times it’s like pulling teeth for me to attend work functions as well. Except for the mandatory staff meetings; its not even my work pushing me to attend the functions, its my husband. He says I need to make friends. I tell him the same thing! He doesn’t listen to me and I don’t listen to him. At least, not in those respects. We love and laugh and fight. There are nights (or days sometimes) that we got to bed angry, but we’re always okay. Nothing is gonna break us. Believe me, people have tried since the beginning. Not going to happen.

wedding day..grandma, me, carlos, aunts donna and ardis

          I love to play video games especially ones that I don’t have to think too much about. I writing because I can get revenge on someone and no one will ever know it. I love writing play The Sims because I can escape into world that I create. I can have the life I want, mostly. The game is kind of limited sometimes.

          I love having friends that I can trust, since I didn’t have many growing up. I want people to like me, because they didn’t when I was younger. I won’t change for someone, if you don’t like me then you can just stay away. No one is forcing you to look at me, let alone be in the same room with me. Unless of course we’re having to work together.

          So, for now, this is me in a nutshell. Take from it what you will.

Time to be Political

            I’m not a political person, and I tend to stay out of things like this, but I think this thing with the Confederate flag is getting out of hand. People are urging musicians to denounce the flag that they’ve used in their art and pull TV shows from the air due to their usage of the flag.

          Yes, I’m white, but I’m far from Southern.

          Dukes of Hazard has been around a very long time and everyone loves the show. They mainly watch the show for Daisy in her short shorts anyway and the car chases. I know what the flag stands for and so does everyone else, but not everyone sees it like that anymore. At least, I don’t believe that they do.

          In a time when gay people can finally get married in all 50 states, I think we can let a flag fly.

          Speaking of which, I’m so glad to live in a nation where everyone can get married! Its about time America.

          My only wish is that my Great-Uncle had lived long enough to see this happen. He passed away in 1990. I remember watching TV when the first gay couple was allowed to get married in Boston and I cried. I said, “Too bad Uncle Steve wasn’t alive to see this.” I say the same thing every time something positive happens for Gay Rights.

          Allowing them to marry is the most positive thing in the world.

          I would like to state that I’m appalled by many Americans who are still so backward in their way of thinking. This is 2015 no 1815. Times have changed. African Americans can hold land, work, vote, and hold a political office. Women can hold land, work, vote, and hold a political office. Its time for people who think that minorities are second or third class citizens to bugger off and realize that that’s just not the case. It’s the way it was 200 years ago, but as I said, times have changed. They are our equals and they needed to be treated as such.

          People are idiots. That’s what the bottom line is and always has been. People like to believe that they don’t understand other races or other lifestyles, but the truth of the matter is that they just don’t want to.

          I would love to learn of another country and immerse myself in it for awhile. I would love to speak Italian and live in Italy or speak Spanish and live in Spain or Mexico or Puerto Rico. Or French.

          My grandmother, may she rest in peace, was a little racist. She thought that people shouldn’t intermarry and she was so wrong in her way of thinking. I like to think that I’m not racist, though I’ve been called racist many times in my line of work. I work in a hotel and many times I’ve had to turn people away. Some of them were African American or Mexicans or Puerto Ricans or Asian. I laugh when they walk away. Why? Because the owner of the hotel I work at is Korean, my immediate boss is African American, I work with Mexicans (I wish I could understand them a lot better than I do), and my husband is Puerto Rican (I wish I could speak with my sisters-in-law and aunts and uncles on his side).

          What they don’t seem to understand is that if you don’t have a credit or debit card or valid ID or that you live too close to the hotel. I’m only doing my job, but as I said, I laugh. They just don’t get it.

          I know that they’ve had it rough, but it wasn’t because of me. Possibly my ancestors, but not me.

          Like them, I’m just glad to be alive and to be able to live.

Publication Dates (as of March 1, 2015)

Publication Dates (as of March 1, 2015)

Delta Files

The Hotel Slayings 11-22-11

The Masked Killer 6-4-12

Ballerina 6-4-12

Recreational Murder 6-12-12

Fake 6-15-12

Trea Bella-Donna 6-18-12

Vacay 12-31-14

Trea Bella-Donna: Prison Queen 1-6-15

Hotels Unmasked 2-21-15

Recreational Ballet 2-21-15

Vacant Queen 2-22-15

A Marvelous Black Death 2-22-15

Suicide Killer

Stand Alone

Dew 6-5-12

2030 12-17-12

Weird 1-1-13

Twelve Months 3-28-13

Better Days 7-19-13

Dreamland Theater 7-25-13

Writing Death 12-8-13

Almost Amish 1-3-14

Marvelous 4-27-14

Espionage: An American Tale 1-27-14

The Garden 1-27-14

Sai 7-29-14

Come Travel with Me 9-16-14

Black Widow 11-24-14

A Far Worse Place (Volume 1) 5-4-15

Collections

Short Story

Espionage Garden 6-5-12

The Scorned American 6-5-12

A Perfectly Secret Affair 12-17-12

The Haunted Third Shift 6-8-13

Lonely Nights and Crimson Lips 6-8-13

Worlds Apart and then Some 5-13-14

Second Sapphire 3-1-15

Poetry

Bored and Bleeding 6-4-12

Egotistical Mama 12-17-12

From Me to You 6-8-13

Powerful Desire 6-8-13

Blood Speaks 10-12-13

Remembrance 2-20-15

Sinking Freely 3-29-15

Weeping Summer 3-31-15

Updated Publication List

Updated Publication Dates

Delta Files

The Hotel Slayings 11-22-11

The Masked Killer 6-1-12

Ballerina 6-4-12

Recreational Murder 6-12-12

Fake 6-15-12

Trea Bella-Donna 6-18-12

Stand Alone

Dew 6-5-12

2030 12-17-12

Almost Amish 1-3-14

Weird 1-1-13

Twelve Months 3-27-13

Dreamland Theater 7-25-13

Better Days 7-19-13

Writing Death 12-8-13

Espionage: An American Tale 1-27-14

The Garden 1-27-14

Collections

Short Story

Espionage Garden 6-5-12

The Scorned American 6-5-12

A Perfectly Secret Affair 12-25-12

The Haunted Third Shift 6-8-13

Lonely Nights and Crimson Lips 6-8-13

Poetry

Bored and Bleeding 6-4-12

Egotistical Mama 12-25-12

From Me to You 6-8-13

Blood Speaks 10-12-13

Powerful Desire 6-7-13

The End of 2013

The End of 2013

     There has been so much going on this year and a lot of it wasn’t good. Grandma was in and out of the hospital this year (same as when I was younger) and ultimately lost her long battle with EVERYTHING in late October of this year. Thanksgiving and Christmas just weren’t the same without her this year. So many things will never be said because of her passing.

     I know that she’s in a better place. Her heaven; however, it doesn’t make it any easier for those of us left behind. We’re all still trying to find our footing without her. Even those of us who argued with her over stupid things; whether you loved her or hated her, you still loved her. You couldn’t help but love her. She was kind and gentle. Loving to a fault.

     January was much the same. Working and sleeping. Grandma in the hospital. February wasn’t much better, Valentines Day was nice. March, April, and May continued the tradition of Grandma’s hospital visits and continued up until August when she didn’t go in at all. September marked the first time (in a long time) that I didn’t get to spend my birthday or anniversary with Grandma or see her at all. She was in the hospital for two weeks that time. From the beginning of September to the middle of the month.

     October was the beginning of the end.

     The last time I saw my Grandmother was at the beginning of the month. She had gone to her bank and taken me with her, and it was the last time I saw her alive. By the time I had arrived in her hospital room, she was gone. It’s the first and last time I will be that close to a newly dead person.

     This year was really hard, as I said. Not only because we lost Grandma, but because we lost everything. Carlos and I lost our home. I lost the home I’d lived in for the last 10 years and four of those were with Carlos. Brandy lost her mother. I became a mother (to Brandy) and Carlos became a father (to Brandy). We’re still trying to a hang of that.

     Unfortunately, we didn’t have the nine months one normally gets when getting a child. We won’t get to witness her first steps or her first words (yes, I know that I did, but Carlos didn’t get to share in that with me or her). We won’t get to witness the first time she uses the potty like a big girl (again, I know I did, but Carlos didn’t). I’m sure there are people that want us to fail at it and we’re not going to.

     We found an apartment, it’s probably not the best neighborhood, but the apartment is great. We love the place. Finding it was an adventure. Moving into it was an adventure; we actually put off moving in as long as we could so that we’d have beds in the apartment and wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor! Not having a TV or computer or living room furniture was one thing, but that floor sucks!

     Oh yes, I nearly forgot! I participated in NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month) and won! I received my T-Shirt and can’t wait to wear it. I will have a list of what I published this year in a separate post. November also saw the end of GZine. I’m hoping that once I get things settled, then I can start again. Maybe something different. Who knows.

     On TV things weren’t much better. Yes, I’m going to include TV shows in my year end blog. SPOILERS BELOW!!

     So, Once Upon a Time got a spin-off and it’s called—for it—Once Upon a Time in Wonderland. It was meant to be on during the summer, but got a full season request. It’s not faring well. While I love the concept of the show, it was too rushed and should have been done as originally planned so they’d have the time to work out the kinks. Time for re-shoots and re-casting if necessary; plus its on Thursdays and that’s never been a good slot (as far as I know at any rate) for shows on ABC (aside from Grey’s Anatomy).

     OUAT went to Neverland and met not only Peter Pan (who is evil), but also Rumplestiltskin/Dark One/Crocodile/Mr. Gold’s Dad! Then at the mid-season finale, Rumple kills his father and himself in the process! But not before his Dad, parading around as Henry, casts the Dark Curse once again. The only way to stop the curse is for Regina/The Evil Queen to give up the thing she loves the most: Henry. She as the Curse spreads through Storybrooke, Emma (arguing as only Emma can) and Henry leave Storybrooke and as the camera pans behind them…Storybrooke is gone.

     Jump to a year later and Emma and Henry are living in New York. Captain Hook returns to The Land without Magic (our world) and kisses Emma. She doesn’t recognize him! Then the screen goes black. Coming in the New Year, we’ll have the Wicked Witch of the West and a trip to Oz. Oh yeah, and the rest of our beloved OUAT gang? They were sent home!

     Carlos and I found a new show that we love, The Blacklist! James Spader is amazing as Red Reddington is fantastic casting. With everything that happened with Grandma, we’re waaay behind, but we’ll see all the episodes. Now would be the perfect time (I believe they’re all online), but Carlos wants to wait and do a marathon after the season is over.

     I also fell in love with Sleepy Hollow! Tom Mison is a wonderful Ichabod Crane. I’ve always loved Sleepy Hollow and the tale of the Headless Horseman. With this version of SH, however, the Horseman is one of the Four Horseman of the Apocolypse and Ichabod is resurrected to stop him along with a female detective. This show mixes fiction with history so well; it’s hard to believe that Sleepy Hollow is a real place!

     Back to OUATIW (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland). It’s a love story set in both Victorian Era England and Wonderland: while in Wonderland Alice falls in love with a genie named Cyrus whom the Red Queen tosses over a cliff. Grief stricken, Alice returns home (finding her father has remarried and had another child while she was gone; time passes differently in Wonderland) and is then sent to an asylum. She keeps rambling on about Wonderland and everyone, including her father thinks she’s nuts.

     You find out that the Knave of Hearts (Will Scarlet) has escaped Neverland and enters Storybrooke, only to return to England, rescue Alice, and return her to Neverland to find and free Cyrus before its too late. The mid-season finale (I think is what it was) finds Cyrus free from his curse of being a Genie and shows us (not the cast) that Will is now a Genie.

     Speaking of shows I love, American Horror Story! AHS is in its third season and it’s great! I haven’t seen many of the episodes because I didn’t have cable for awhile, but from what I’ve read I can’t wait until it’s available to watch on Netflix so that I can watch all three seasons back to back and compare!

     This incantation is subtitled Coven and it’s full of witches and voodoo priests and priestess! The location is in New Orleans, the hub (apparently) of witches and all things voodoo. I can’t wait to see this more in depth.

     NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: Not a traditional one, but one nonetheless. I plan on trying to complete every novel I have in the works (taking a month off for National Novel Writing Month in November). I also resolve on NOT starting any new novels (with the exception of collections) until November. I also resolve to try and blog more and to use Twitter more. Gotta get those sales numbers up!

     See you all in 2014!

NaNoWriMo

Just a short entry.

Final Word Count as of 11-25-13

So as many of you know, this month I have participated in NaNoWriMo. For those of you don’t know what this means, it means National Novel Writing Month (November). It’s a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.

I won! I finished on the 18^th of November, but I had to wait until the 25^th to validate my novel. So I edited the hell out of it and ended up writing 700 more words bringing my total up to 51,098 words!
Last year I found out about this ‘contest’ too late. I found out on day 6 I believe and I was only working on it 5 days a week (when I worked). This year I wrote every single day and it was awesome!

I ordered my T-Shirt and I received my badges and my certificate.

Certificate

Suckish

Taken 3 years ago (9-14-10 my wedding day) Me, Grandma, and Carlos

So today is the third day of November and so far, it’s a bummer month. Today is the anniversary of my grandfather’s death, 10 years he’s been gone and things aren’t any better. Read below and I’ll explain.

A Timeline of Events

October 23, 2013—My grandmother passed away and I (essentially) become a mother to her adopted daughter (my niece) Brandy.

October 24, 2013—We start cleaning her room and figuring out where and how we’re going to be holding her viewing and burial.

Roberta's face

October 25, 2013—Things are still up in the air as the packing of her room continues.

October 26, 2013—My aunt figures that we have 30 days to vacate the home we’ve been living in for 4 years (10 years for me). She actually told us this right after grandma passed away, but she reiterates.

October 27, 2013—The viewing and funeral are this week and things are only getting harder to deal with.

October 28, 2013—More packing and stuff ensues as things are being put together for the viewing and funeral.

October 29, 2013—Today is the first day of her viewing and the first time anyone has seen her since she passed away 6 days prior.

October 30, 2013—Second day of viewing and the day before the funeral.

October 31, 2013—Said final goodbye to Grandma who received a military funeral because of my Grandfather. They’re together again.

November 1, 2013—National Novel Writing Month begins and I’m kicking butt. Final days of packing for myself, Carlos, and Brandy before we leave the house.

November 2, 2013—Brandy tries to come home, but we refuse. Trying to teach her not to be so wishy-washy when staying at someone’s house and how much it hurts someone to do that.

November 2, 2013—Roberta goes home from work early because she had a seizure. Only to find out that she was probably attacked at work after she goes to the hospital.

Right after

Things aren’t progressing very well. Finding a place is taking forever and we’ve already been looking for months. Getting things in place to get Brandy’s SSI and for us to adopt her is discouraging. We’ll more than likely need a lawyer and hopefully there won’t be any adoption fees, because we can’t afford that. I’m hoping she won’t be taken away since we’re living in a motel room.

I feel like curling up into a ball most days anymore and crying because everything is so up in the air and I don’t like it. I’m worrying about everything and not sleeping very well.

I know things will work out in the end, but right now with everything so new and raw, I can’t see it happening.