The Dare-you-to Me

Little known secret: I sometimes do things just to prove to myself that I can. For example, one time in college, I snuck out after curfew and coated the security guy’s windshield with dawn dish soap just to see if I could get away with it.

Think about how funny that is. Wiper fluid plus dish soap. It takes FOREVER to clean off.

It was a really elaborate plan. I had partners in crime. (Somebody had to get him out of his car) And guess what? We soooooo got away with it. Because there were no security cameras.

But anyway, I’m a fan of exposure therapy. And by fan I really mean, I love it like Lady Gaga loves minor chords and I hate it like cats hate water. I love it in theory and I practice it as much as possible. One day I shall conquer my fear of heights by skydiving. One day.

But here’s where it gets hairy.

Back to the Future, Part 2

I owe you an apology. Lovely people, I have kept you in suspense for far too long. It wasn’t intentional, I promise. Until recently, I didn’t have clearance to bust out the news. But now I’m here with sharp pin poised under the good news bubble…

POP. *out pours glitter and confetti and those little conversation hearts because it’s almost Valentine’s Day. What? Don’t look at me like that.*

If you’ve been rolling around in my Twitter or Facebook bios you probably know that my zombie novel, FATAL, and its sequel are now going to be published by Omnific Publishing!!! The expected release date is March 25, 2014 and it will be available in ebook and paperback form.

I am ecstatic. I am THRILLED. I am ELATED.

For those of you who don’t know the whole story (which is probably most of you) let’s go back in time a little bit…

What Doesn't Blank You Makes You Blanker

Some of you may have noticed my end of the year blog post never posted. This is because I didn’t write it. You’re surprised, I know. I mean, because I’m SUCH a religious blogger and keep you guys updated to the Nth degree. Ha! Ha. Ha. Ha. Here’s a little honesty for you, I didn’t write it because I just couldn’t. Meaning, I couldn’t make myself do it. I was in a major funk (still am, but I’m working on getting over it) and didn’t think I could be positive and uplifting and thankful, like one should be when recapping their year and ringing in the next one. ESPECIALLY when their year included a BOOK DEAL and other amazingness. So. For three weeks now, I’ve been working myself up to this post.

If you know me, you know this:

I don’t like negativity.

But I like honesty.

I believe being positive yields positive.

I do try to keep my troubles to myself because, see above.

I’m a diligent silver lining finder. (I mean, seriously. I thread those suckers together until they’re one great big shiny silver cloud and then I sit under it and bask in its glistening splendor while the rain pours.)

When considering how to get over the funk-a-dunk I’m in so I could move on to bigger and better things (like sharing the details of my deal), I realized there was really only one way to do this. And that is, work through it. Talk it out. Blab about it. Open up. Let it out. And then let it go.

But don’t worry, for your troubles there will be cupcakes at the end!

Alrighty then. Here we go… honesty, remember… okay…