Published November 28, 2016 by nikigreen

I have got to be the world’s worst blogger…and I shouldn’t be.

I have all these words in my head that need to go somewhere else. Somewhere where I can see them…instead of only imagining them.

After a long, long time of writing a sentence here or a sentence there they may or may not turn into a paragraph or a chapter… I have started writing again.

My head is full.

It’s long past the point of overwhelming. But, I do have second thoughts about every word I get down on a page. My days are filled with my imaginary world and the people who live in that world. They need to breathe and so do I.

I think that’s why many writers are ‘haunted’ in some form or fashion.

I am.

I’m haunted by people and places that only exist inside of me. I question myself on a daily basis whether what I imagine is ‘good’ enough for others to read? Are those words ‘good’ enough for me to bother writing them down?

Doubts, keep so many dreams at bay.

That’s not fair to the writer or to the dreams.

So, I have challenged myself. I’m not going to be ‘haunted’ (if that what it truly is). I’m going to let my mind breathe and I’m going to let every character, every story, every happily ever after in me have a chance.

They deserve that.

I deserve that.

But, onto my challenge.

I have challenged myself to write everyday and I have a word count in mind. But, that is only the first part of my challenge…this may be the hardest part. At the end of each day, I’m going to blog about what trials I may hav had, if any, on that particular day.

Frustration, is not a writers best friend and screaming at a flickering cursor doesn’t seem to bother cursor at all…it only bothers me. Maybe, if I can make a little room inside of my head, I can allow all the stories in my mind to have a chance.

Maybe, I can give my characters in my head their happily ever after.

Then, perhaps, I can find mine.


When we were Gypsies…

Published May 30, 2016 by nikigreen

My mother.

My brother always called me and my brother gypsies. I don’t know whether it was because of our looks: dark hair (the closest color to black without being black), dark eyes (his the same shade of midnight as hers and mine a shade of whiskey), dark skin that became darker under the sun. 

We stayed in the sun, we thought it shined for us. We ran wild, with a blond haired, blue eyed baby sister in tow, we covered miles day after day in our own backyard. 

When we were gypsies…we cared less.

When we were gypsies…we were free.

When we were gypsies…we wandered without fear.

When we were gypsies…we wondered yet never worried.

When we were gypsies…

Packing…should it really be THIS difficult😤

Published May 29, 2016 by nikigreen

I can remember going to the beach as a teenager and in my early twenties. I packed a small green suitcase that contained these items:swimsuit, beach towel, sun tan lotion, 3 outfits, a pair of flip flops, a makeup bag, money, a couple of good books and sunglasses. 

No more. But today, my list looks like THIS:kid, kids ‘goody’ bag for the trip down and back, sunscreen, sun tan lotion, beaches towels, hair bows, flip flops, at least 6 outfits for her(I have a messy kiddo), favorite toy to sleep with, her favorite pillow, her favorite blanket, money, sunglasses, a few good books I doubt I’ll get to read, Chargers, phones, makeup bag, goggles, pool toys, hats so her head doesn’t get pink…

Ohhhh, the list goes on and on and on. Wish me luck! 

I have to gather everything up and check it off the list before it even goes into the suitcase😂😂

Sandy toes and a sun-kissed nose…

Published May 28, 2016 by nikigreen

I’m counting down the days! 

I can’t wait until Monday…we’re off to the shore. I miss the sound of the waves. I miss the smell of the ocean. I miss how clear my mind becomes and how easy the words seem to flow.

I sometimes wonder if it’s the elements that help the words? Does my brain go on autopilot into a writers wonderland?

I don’t have a muse. I never have. I have music. I have one line of dialogue. I have a piece of a personality…I have these simple things that I spin into stories.

I wish I could type as quickly as I think. I have dictation software, but bless it’s heart…it’s always telling me ‘slow down…I am still learning’🙄

I don’t have time to slow down…I have a whole world inside my head and if I don’t get it down on paper…that world will collapse😢

I just can’t wait! I’ve been flying through this latest story and I know that the sound of the waves and the salt in the air will only help to move this story along.

Pissed already…

Published May 22, 2016 by nikigreen

Okie dokie, I’m pissed off already…which I guess is better than being pissed one. How in the world am I supposed to publish one post to multiple sites. Am I crazy? I read the instrutiuons…I had 30 tabs open trying to read the instructions…helllooo.

I need Help! I need a dummy guide for me…please, feel free to make me one. I need it. You have now idea. This is a ramble and a rant, because I have been trying to figure this out for three hours…I have a schnauzer and a 10 year old…be patient with me.

It keeps asking if I have a website…Of course I do! I created it.  I built it with my own two hands…and it took less time than this. So, help!

What do I do. Where do I go? Shouldn’t I have received an email telling me that I’m stupid and here is the dummy guy.

Where is Dave…you know the nice guy who always helps dumb dumbs like me out.

Where’s Dave? I need Dave!

I also really don’t care for the new computer…it doesn’t care for me either:(


Published May 22, 2016 by nikigreen

Hello ladies and gentleman or gentleman and ladies..I nowhave not only one blog, but two and of course I have my lovely website too. Yay me!

So, I’ve been stuck in my own head for quite a while now…I blame the medication.   The medication blames the ‘disorder’ and my imaginary friends blame all of the above…or to the side.

But, I’m back. I’m writing again, but sadly my publishing house has closed it’s doors. So, Im am looking and writing and editing and searching everyday for a new home for my ‘Roped’ family and some other characters that have been driving me crazy for a while now.

Suggestions please! What publishing house do you thing would be a good ‘fit’ for me? Do I have a fit. If you’ve read the ‘Roped’ series so far…do you want more or would you like to see other characters that are taking up vital space in my head…I’m about to start charging rent.

I want to hear from you! I want your advice. I want your input! I want you to blow up my email! My blog…oops…sorry, blogs!

I’m determined…you have no idea to get back to writing a GOOD 1000 words a day or more!

So. on your mark…get set..go!

Oh, and my blog or blog will not only consist of my writing world. There are so many topics and truths that I need to get off of my chest. This is a honest blog. I’m going to be honest, so feel free to be honest with me.

I don’t have all the answers to all the questions, but sometimes its easier to talk to a straner rather than someone else.




I’m Behind….AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Published June 26, 2014 by nikigreen

I’m so behind this morning.  I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t really run according to a schedule…I am an avid list maker, but as far as a schedule goes…nope, nada…not gonna happen.

But I know I am behind this morning.  Usually by this time, my blood has turned into mostly coffee.  I have a hundred things done on ‘my list’ and I have gotten to the point to where I can sit down for however long I want and write. 

This morning I’m running on only one cup of coffee (oh no! how will I ever survive) and only a few hours of not so blissful sleep.  That un-blissful sleep I attribute to the fact that me and my kiddie fell asleep watching Disney’s Tarzan in an overstuffed chair with one blanket to share with a very jealous schnauzer sitting on top of us.

But hey…I wouldn’t take it back…even if I was on track.  I’ve got the radio in the background (along with the dishwasher).  My kiddie is upstairs either remodeling her room or creating something that will explode glitter and sparkles at any moment…who knows.

So, I do believe it is past time that I pour me one more cup of heavenly coffee, check for explosions from the room above and get back to some cowboy romance.  Sounds like the perfect Thursday, doesn’t it?