About the book...
Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings, picked from the possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Personalized plates ruined my run today
He left his Buick to my kid and we've decided to put plates on it and drive it until it's time for her to. Today I got my personalized plates for the Buick in the mail. I walked down to the mailbox like I normally do to get ready for my run. I was pumped because it was 70 degrees out today and sunny! I opened the DMV envelope and fell apart. I walked out and put the plates on holding back sobs the entire time. God it hurt! To commemorate him, to finalize my personal memorial to my father was hell inside. I was drained after a good half an hour crying jag. I can go for weeks without shedding a tear and then, BAM, in my face, the pain gets me all over again.
It's been almost 4 months since the lung cancer stole him, we have yet to order his marker and his 69th birthday is in two weeks. While I cried, all I could say out loud, over and over, while I held a picture of us together was "I love you, I miss you, you were wonderful." I would get confused at to whether I should say "you are wonderful or you were wonderful." Isn't that stupid? I also kept saying "I just want you to know how much I love you." Then I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him. Then I wonder if he can even miss me because he is dead. Then I said out loud, "You're the only thing I have to look forward to when I die."
I don't know why but it just feels good to get this stuff out of me. I think "I'm an author, I should be blogging about my book." I will, I will and I do. But I guess that's the beauty of blogging. I can blog about whatever I want, whenever I want and everyone can read it or no one might read it.