Hmm, of course, I know who I’m talking about, and those closest to me do, as well… but for those of you who just happen upon this Blog, perhaps I should lay the background for you a bit.
Okay, I’m classified, titled, labeled (however you want to view it) as disabled. This stems from a work-related injury. Once upon a time, I worked with the adult mentally retarded, as a State of Ohio employee. My title then was a Therapeutic Program Worker. Basically a fancy name for aide!
Briefly, one of the male residents attacked me, leaving me with permanent nerve damage to my neck, right arm/shoulder and back, as well as a fractured right wrist, bite wounds, scrapes, bruises and minor lacerations. That started my life with Chronic Pain, which I’ve lived with for 9 years now. I touch on it briefly,  here.
As I had been published for some of my nonfiction work previously, and had no desire to simply sit around feeling sorry for myself, I launched myself into a writing correspondence course, concentrating on fiction. My chosen genre’s are horror and romance. I think they go hand in hand *grins*
Now, as far as my fiction is concerned, most who’ve read it tell me they like it, they’d buy a magazine for it, etc., etc., etc. But no magazines have purchased my stuff yet. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some interesting nibbles – but no buyers.

Back to who Decker is… before I was tossed to the invisible monster, I was a dog breeder and handler. I bred the Shetland Sheepdog – Shelties for short. My son was interested in showing an Afghan Hound. Decker is his – now retired – Afghan Hound.


Phew, still getting ready for today’s trip! Granted, that might not sound like much to some, but packing, caring for da critters, turning off all email (I’m on 17 lists, after all! *grins*) can be bothersome to anyone, let alone when I’m having a mediocre to bad day to start with. I’m finding this quite troublesome… for the last week, when I get up, I’m very shaky and somewhat weak; my equlibrium is off a bit, as well. Which necessitates my leaning on Decker for support, as well as any walls!


Okay, I freaked too soon *smiles* I just needed to add another post for the previous one to show up. I have everything bookmarked, but plan on changing the template to something more appealing to me – later. My hair is still wet from my shower, so it feels comfortable here right now… the weather has been balmy, almost muggy, here in GA – and the apartment has been at least 10-15 degrees hotter then it ’tis outside. I probably won’t add anything to this for a week or so… I’m leaving to go see my baby, back in IN, tomorrow! Am I excited, or what? I haven’t seen here for almost a year, since I made my previous (stupid!) move to CT. More on that later, I’m sure… *grins* I have a TON of rants on that sorry time period!


I’ll be in the car, or in bed, in the shower — someplace indisposed for writing, when an inkling of an idea will begin to nibble at me… I’ll start the usual mental “what ifs” and start following where it leads. Sometimes, something in it will really spark and I’ll begine to grow excited — this is the start of a really, really good plot! — and I can’t wait to get to my keyboard or a pen and paper…. As soon as a means for placing that terrific idea is available – poof! — it’s gone, never to be resurrected, no matter how much I worry and tease my brain to bring it back… *sighs* Writer’s block is no fun…


Okay, I did exactly what I shouldn’t have done, about 45 minutes ago. I created my Blogger, wrote something stupid, then out of sheer frustration, deleted it. Wrong, wrong, wrong! *sighs* I’ve considered how many really good stories I’ve killed, simply because my mood was wrong, or I was unhappy about a few words, or simply didn’t like the direction it was going, blah, blah, blah! Never, ever, EVER totally destroy a work… ya never know, tomorrow it may be a best seller. *sighs* When will I ever learn that?!?