Today I signed and returned my publishing contract with The Wild Rose Press. I’m super excited to work with such an amazing group.

I’ll update as I get more information but I can’t wait to share Justine and Sawyer’s story with the world. <3

(If you’ve already seen this on my Facebook, I’m sorry. I promise, this is the last time I’m going to say it. Out loud. I’m going to periodically say, “Oh my God, I actually got a publishing contract,” in my head over and over.)


Please forgive me for being absent this month–I promise I had a really good reason. I had surgery on December 5th.

I’d prefer not to go into detail about it, but let’s leave it at “major surgery” with a significant recovery time. I’m feeling much better and I experienced no major complications, so I should be tweeting and writing again post-haste.



inkdivabirthdayIn honor of my blog turning eight, eight!, I am sharing my very first post this week.

ink diva? yes, i am.

I know, ink diva sounds a pit pretentious. But, I think we should all be divas, at least in our own minds. So monumentally great at whatever we’re passionate about, we reserve the right to, at least, think diva thoughts. So, I’m a diva. So are you. Take a moment to enjoy your fabulousness.

But, you’re now wondering, why ink? Maybe you’re not wondering that, but in my head, you are. And in my head, I get to be the boss. Sometimes. So, why ink? Who writes with pen and paper anymore when backspace is so much less messy than correction fluid?

I do. Not always. Sometimes, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a brightly lit screen and the clatter of keys. But sometimes, there’s something so real and organic about taking pen to paper. The potential of a blank sheet of paper is infinite. The weight of the pen, the pull as it glides across the paper. Being able to flip through twenty handwritten pages and see it and touch it and even smell it. The reality of it. It’s intoxicating.

And, honestly? I really love pens. I have probably a hundred pens. All different in their color, the intensity of the ink, the way my fingers grip them, the way they write. Even my handwriting is different, depending on the pen.

So, yeah, I’m an ink diva. And I am fabulous. Click To Tweet


Digging Right Now Sept15I am sure you’ve noticed my absence the last few weeks (big hole in your life, right?). I have come to a point recently where I have to prioritize. I can (and do) write every day. Unfortunately, I started writing blog posts before doing my WIP writing.

Obviously, that’s defeating the purpose. I enjoy this site, but I love writing fiction more. So, from now on, I’ll definitely be blogging on the third Friday of the month (and I’m still available on Heart-Shaped Glasses on the 7th of every month).

I hope to be able to become more active soon, but for now, we’ll all just have to make do with a little less Lori.

And now, what I’m digging this month!

laptopMy  laptop with a beautiful skin from I’ve had this skin since November, but I recently bought my daughter one (an octupus!) for her new laptop. Also, every day, I’m reminded that my laptop is so perfectly me and I swear I think it helps with getting in that “creative” mood.

81MkSujXHILIn the 1980s, I was between 6 and 16. It’s kind of a big part of my life. I recently recalled a TV show from the late 80s called Thirtysomething. I thought that since I’m a) a child of the 80s, b) recently out of my thirties and that c) my mom was in her thirties in the 80s, it would be a fun thing to revisit. Imagine how excited I was to find this great show on I’m currently about two-thirds of the way through the first season and if you can identify with my reasons, I think you’d enjoy it, too.

feedyFinally, I use feedly to read a lot of blogs. I don’t do it every day. Sometimes I’ll go through two or three weeks within a day or two. Thanks to this app (I read it on my phone), I don’t miss the awesome writing blogs, consumerist, my local newspaper, and tons more. If you enjoy reading articles in your own freaking time, give it a try.


Image from pixabay user: Unsplash

You can find my all-time, truly favorite things in my About Me section (if you care). I thought instead I’d share some items I’m very much enjoying at this point in my life.

My table-top coffee warmer.

Sure, in this age I can go make another cup from the Keurig, but wastefulness really drives me crazy. I drink coffee slowly and this keeps it hot and (relatively) fresh. And we all know how I love coffee. Or tea. Hot beverages in general? Whatever.

Pilot Pen

This Pilot pen reminds me of high school. Because of the dinosaurs, no one had invented this pen in retractable then (which is my preference for pens), but now I can write all day long with this gorgeous pen. I don’t even know if it’s the pen (which is superior) or the feeling of youth, that I have all day to write because what else is there, other than trig homework?

Camel Camel Camel

So, I might do a lot of shopping on Amazon. And remember how I said I hate to be wasteful? That’s extra true of money. Enter Camel Camel Camel.


Simply create an account and enter in any products you want to track. Doing so will essentially create a tracked wish list and you will receive alerts by email and/or text message (your choice) when any product drops below your specified price threshold.

I bought my Pilot pen when it dropped to $2 and even got Prime shipping. I just love the option of buying when things are at their history lowest price.



sparkler-677774_640It’s my birthday today and my oldest daughter is getting MARRIED tomorrow. I feel blessed beyond measure, so you’ll forgive me for having zero to offer you today. Next week, I’ll be here talking about my writing process.



I wanted to share my post on the Heart-Shaped-Glasses blog. This month, I’m talking about how my mom is making me crazy. And also how we find our own relaxation zen.


freakoutC. and I were in Wal-Mart today and her ankle was hurting and I just always hurt after Wal-Mart. Usually, she loads the groceries in the back for me, but today, she said she needed help. I told her that was fine.

She said, “We need to hurry,” and I replied, “We’ll throw these [groceries] in the back like we’re trying to get rid of a dead body.”

Fast forward, we’re checking out and C. is pulling the bags off the little turn-thing. I said, “Be careful, there might be breakable stuff in there.” I mean, Ragu isn’t free, amiright?

C. said, “Mom, how are we going to throw these bags in the back like a dead body if I have to worry about breaking things?”

She said this out loud.In front of people. As though we were well-practiced in the art of disposing of dead bodies.

The cashier’s eyes widened and she looked away from C. And then she just avoided eye contact with us the entire time.

Me and my kid: creeping people out every. single. time.

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