A Total Staple


I got stuck staying awake last night watching “Dirty Dancing”. Yes I’ve seen it a million times before. Yes I own it myself. But there it was on television. With tons of commercials. And I couldn’t help myself. “Dirty Dancing” is like “Christmas Carol”, “Pretty Woman”, and “Titanic”. I don’t know of many people who haven’t seen “Dirty Dancing”.

What doesn’t work about this movie? There isn’t one thing I could say to criticize this classic. The cast, the music, the chemistry…it was all soooo good. It completely depresses me to think of the world without Patrick, but I’m so grateful we have a piece of him in this hit. I heard it through the grapevine they wanted to do a remake. What??!! It figures. No one can think of anything original anymore. It’s sad.

And so I’m tired today, but boy was it worth it! My favorite all-time line was when Baby is in his room, after the dance, and she says she would regret walking out and never feeling the way she does when she’s with him. I could rewind this moment and watch it a million times. Come to think of it, I might’ve blogged about this movie before. This seems very deja vu. But think about it…haven’t you felt that way before about someone? If you haven’t, I hope you do. It’s a wonderful thing.🙂

Homesick in Autumn

homesickI’m getting ready to watch the final presidential debate and wanted to squeeze in a post. A slight tangent if I may?…Is this the complete best we could find in America to lead our country? Tangent complete. Now on to my post. Thank you for indulging.

I might have blogged about this before. If so, my apologies. It’s just that it’s the first thing that overwhelms me when the cooler weather sweeps in, and the change of leaves begin to occur. I get homesick. But for what? I try to identify my surge of displacement….my longing to be somewhere else, in a different time. I’ve come to feel that summer is so busy with plans and hot weather, I have no time to reflect. Then as things begin to wrap up…as I begin to clear the flowerbeds of tired blooms, and hear the last obscenities of the crickets that refuse to give up and burrow down…my mind is free to wander. And it always seems to wander to the past. To times of joy. Which ultimately makes me feel an aching sorrow for something so out of reach. When people that no longer grace this earth was around me. When times were simpler, and the only problem I knew was running out of daylight before I finished playing. This is what I’m homesick for. For something which has no cure. For a time that will never again exist. And as I continue to live day by day, new memories are manufactured for future autumns of being homesick.

Sleep Anyone?

sleepI was particularly grumpy today. I’ve been that way for the last week or so. Why is it that most parents I talk to, all agree that after their kids go to sleep, they feel the need to stay up late and enjoy the alone time? It’s like I’m one-eyed until midnight…barely hanging on, but continuing the fight of sleep, just so I can be by myself. Doing nothing really. The mere idea of being alone keeps me awake. “Hey, I can eat ice cream and read magazines while watching movies until the light of day if I want! And no one can stop me. No one will ask for a spoonful, to change the channel, or why I’m not in the kitchen stirring up a meal. Nope, it’s just me. Me, me, me!!!”

It doesn’t help that I have a promotional month with all the movie channels. I flip and watch, flip and watch…until I’m comatose. Then morning comes and I’m a bear. A real, live bear. My boyfriend is the total opposite. If he doesn’t sleep, he can still function. He can put a new roof on a house, dig a ditch, and paint the barn. Whatever. Now deny him food and it’s a new story. Bear claws will be seen. It’s a good thing we aren’t alike in this manner. Food is a “whatever” for me. I can starve, eat a ritz cracker, and be fine to carry on.

Why do I continue to do it? I know morning is coming. It comes the same time (about) each day. I’m staring at the clock, watching the minutes tick by, and still I make a conscious decision to stay awake. I know! Maybe I’ll set all the clocks back a bit. Like anyone will know they’re getting a head start to slumber. I just might try it. Then I have a fighting chance to get in bed before midnight. And people around me the next day are a little more at ease.🙂

Tis the Season

scaryThere are only two months in which I pay special attention to watching special genre movies…October and December. I turned on the television yesterday and Poltergeist was going off. Oh, how that movie scared the bejeezies out of me when I was younger. Didn’t some of the people die in real life after it aired? I think the little woman did. And they reported the weird things that would happen on set. Hmm… (You’re talking to a person who has made contact, if you know what I mean!) So I believe it’s possible. And don’t think I tried to make the contact…that *whatever it was* contacted me. Long story…

Anyway, I mentioned to my family that we should go old school this month and bring out Michael Myers, Freddie Kruger, and Jason. At the time I watched them, they scared me. I would hide beneath a blanket, my breathing trapped, trying to suck in suffocating air as the ominous music ripped through my nervous system like blades, heightening my heartbeats. But now when I watch them, I’m more at ease. Not because I know what’ll happen (sometimes…I do have a horrible memory), but I see the antiquity of the movie. I appreciate the technology they had back then.

Now, crap gets real when you play some of the new stuff. That I’m not so eager to load onto the television screen. Paranormal Activity to name one. For.Get.It. No way, no how. I watched it one time. ONE TIME. And I was damaged for months. As in couldn’t sleep with the lights off, damaged. NO.Way. NEVER AGAIN. In fact, I warned my children never to watch it. It’s too real, too raw. That stuff could actually happen. Not that Jason can’t come to my family reunion at the lake, but please….the man would eventually drown after being beaten on the head and pushed under till no bubbles gurgled. This paranormal crap gets under the skin…in the folds of the brain…and works on your mind even in the daylight. NOTHANKYOU VERYMUCH!!!

So I began the season with watching The Others. Nicole Kidman did a super good job with this one. I loved it and I felt there wasn’t any long-lasting ill effects that could be cast upon my children with watching it. It was more psychological.  I don’t do horror. Anyway, they liked it and never figured it out till the end. It was like that movie, The Sixth Sense. I love movies that keep you in the dark. You don’t even realize you’re in the dark, and POW!

The Medea movie for Halloween looks like a scream. I’d have to be in the mood, though. As in grab a cocktail and head into the theater. I have to be kind of punchy to appreciate that humor. But it looks fun.

I’m going this weekend to see the play, Dracula. I’m excited. We have front row seats, and afterwards we get to bring my son back for fall break. Yay!! I’ll get him for a whole week. My nest will be full and things will be normal. Well not really. It will be the new normal. Which seems to update every day.🙂

New Release Set to Roll Out!

julieanndove_thesecrethekeeps_450x675I will admit…this is my favorite book. Well, of mine. I love them all for different reasons, but this one was the beginning of my journey as a writer. I can’t tell you how many drafts this thing has seen. It looks NOTHING like the first one. Or the second one, and certainly not the fifth and sixth one. This thing has morphed into…well, this!

“The Secret He Keeps” has had all kinds of different titles, as well. I entered it into a contest four years ago under the name “Gravity”. It was a finalist, but no cigar, by the way. And then I had “Side Effects of Widowhood”. That stuck for awhile. That was actually my favorite rendition. “The Heart Remembers” has  also been saved with some changes on my computer. Alas, this is the winner of all my indecisiveness.🙂

I’ve loved writing this in so many ways, too. It began with way more people involved in the plot, too. Then it came down to just two! I so hope you’re going to like them. Rachel is another complicated, messy woman I’ve dreamed up. She’s lost her husband to a car accident. One that she survived. One that provided her with a selective memory of the past. And she has no idea that it’s the very fragile thread that keeps her sane. Not recalling the self-destruction her husband went through is protecting his perfect image she carries in her mind. It’s also protecting the image she has of herself. But someone knows all about it. And you’re not going to believe who it is!

Warning–I’ve written my first clue-type book. I wouldn’t really categorize it as a mystery, but it certainly has a tiny bit of suspense. And just 9 weeks until it releases…

My Wish

wishEver wish your kids had some of the things you did while they’re growing up? Every wish you had some of the things they have now?

I’d say I wish more for the first question. I wish my children had more of the freedom I had. And by freedom, I mean less shackles of an internet…of technology. I know I’ve ranted about this before, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been run off the road from a driver who is looking at their phone…more younger drivers than older ones. I already have a son who drives, and four more to go. I would be heartbroken if one were in an accident because either they or another driver couldn’t possibly wait to check something on Facebook. Let’s face it, the internet robs children of outside air. How many kids are inside versus how many are surfing the web, or playing online games?

I also wish that all the little bully sites would go away. I never thought I’d see the day that girls and boys would go online to target and hurt other people. As if to their face wasn’t bad enough. What is this about? (It’s bully week at the elementary school, so I digress). What happened to all the Coke commercials of people holding hands around the world, singing about being one? Is it that we don’t foster enough attitudes about acceptance? We don’t have to agree, but we should accept. So what if the beautiful Asian girl wears camouflage to school? Did that give the prissy girls a right to Facebook what a poser she was? To say her ethnicity shouldn’t wear a certain color of clothing? And ultimately drive the poor girl to kill herself? I hope these girls are appropriately charged with murder, because their unkind, needling words drove her to the brink, I feel. No, they didn’t pull the trigger, but they gave her the gun and showed her how to use it.

Can’t we just all get along? What hurts people, anyway? That’s right…sticks and stones. Maybe we should keep that in mind. And keep more of our words in our heads and not on our tongues.



Release Day

excitedOh my gosh! The final Amy book has been released into the world. I’m so flippin’ excited. I want to know what everyone thinks…did Amy get the ending they imagined? Was there any let down because of (fill in the blank). I want to know it all!

I don’t have to tell you, when I sat down to write the third book, I had no idea what was going to go down. I had a vague path, but the details were murky. As I moved along–chapter after chapter, I got a sense of where I wanted my wayward girl to end up. And end up she did! I’m really going to miss formulating Amy’s paths. Who knows, maybe I’ll visit her again on Cassique island. Maybe someone else in the story will need a little coaxing, and I’ll check up and see what Amy’s up to. For now, though, the story has ended and she is waiting for readers in the pages of “Finding Amy”. I hope everyone who began the journey, continues on. And if you haven’t yet begun…grab a copy of the first one! Personally, I love to wait until a series is complete before diving in. That way I don’t have to wait to read the next one. I’m like that on television series, too!

I won’t take up any limelight from Amy, but I just want to leave you with the knowledge that a new release is pending for December!! I’m hard at work putting the finishing touches on it. Until next post…


Fall is Coming Fast!

fall-coloringThe leaves are beginning to change color here! I can’t believe it. It seems the very second school goes back in session, the weather gets colder and the leaves begin to change. Next week I’ll take down all my summer decorations, and prepare for the fall ones! It makes the house seem so different with the yellow, orange, and brown hues.

So I picked up my son for the Labor day weekend. It was great having him home. It was as if he never left. But tis Monday, and he’s leaving again. :(  We were able to go out with the family though on Saturday. We shopped, ate, and toured the burg a bit. Sunday he mostly did homework. Which was okay, because  I wrote the better part of the day. It was a productive time, creatively speaking.

I have a new writing room in my house. It’s pretty cool. My photos of inspiration are tacked on a board, above where I write. Constant muse, huh? My work in progress is a bit different than Amy. I find I’m hedging on the side of suspense. Which totally makes sense. I love crime shoes. Not that my books will be anything intensive and murder driven, but the tint of mystery will keep a good pace about it, I hope.

Three day weekends are fun, but it messes with me until Friday. I always feel a day behind. Today, which is Monday, does not feel as such. It feels like Sunday. I will be trying to find that missing day until Friday, at which time I’ll say…”Friday already?”

Not much other to report. I have my “Waking Amy” offered for free at the moment. Hopefully it will give readers a chance to start the series and follow up with the third one, which releases in three short weeks! I’m so completely excited. And…”A Reason to Stay” is on sale for .99 cents. I check in to see if any new reviews are happening. They are what feed my writing. I love to read what people think of the characters.


I’m gearing up for the final release of the year. Unless something happens, it will debut December 8th. It is the first in my suspense romance line. Personally it’s my favorite. I’ve been munching on this story for four long years. It has changed so much, I don’t recall what happened in the first draft! I’ll have to celebrate when this one come out, for sure. It was the first story that got me into writing professionally.🙂

So Long, August

september-1August was definitely a challenging month for me. I had exactly two weeks before all the chaos began to take place. And who can rest when all they hear is the constant ticking of the clock…tick, tock…tick, tock.

I had to spend the first part of the month preparing for back to school for everyone, including the preparation of sending my first born off to fend for himself in the throws of college. At a place he’s unaccustomed to, without anyone he knows. It was horrific. Perhaps more for me than him. Yes, I got upset. Who doesn’t? For eighteen years I did everything for that boy. And now I’m lucky if I get a phone call from him every couple of days. Which I’m not complaining. Okay, so I am…but I’m happy he’s not homesick and burning the wires telling me he’s got nothing to do. In fact, he’s more busy with four classes than he was with six at home. He’s become very social. And so I’m most happy for him.

Then came the new classes for everyone else in the family. And new teachers. It’s been quite a learning curve to know who will tolerate what and who won’t let you use the bathroom. Can you believe my 10 year old isn’t allowed to use the bathroom in the afternoon? Hello? By then, all the juices and water fountain trips are beginning to settle in the bladder. So I have to endure the car ride home with him doing a jig in the backseat. I simply advised him, upon being told he can’t use the bathroom, to ask if they still keep an emergency set of pants on hand…and do it in his chair. Is this obnoxious? Un-called for? Probably, but come on. Let the boy go take care of business, for goodness sakes.

So the schedules are now in place and September is upon us. I’m getting in the groove of how it’s going to be for the ending months of the year. And September is the month of the release for “Finding Amy.” I’m so excited about this! I’ve had a couple people read it and gotten really good comments. Squee!! And I’m putting it out there for free, for a limited time…just to get everyone primed for the third release. So please feel free to take advantage of this! And of course, let me know what you think. I love to read reviews. …well, some of them.🙂

With that said, welcome, September! I’m happy to see you back around.



Memories of a Great Show

northern exposureThis show takes me back to a really good time in my life. It used to come on every day at 11:00 sharp. That was the nap time for a tiny little boy I used to keep. I was a full-time nanny to a two-year old boy that is now 23 years old! Talk about feeling my bones crack after writing that.🙂

The theme song beginning to play on the television signaled it was time to move ourselves from the play room to the rocking chair. Depending on how hard he’d played during the morning and what sleep he got the night before, I could lay him down to sleep by the first commercial break and return to watch the rest. Somewhere in between I’d start making lunch for when the little guy woke up.

I digress. This show was amazing. I loved the cast. Northern Exposure was my favorite show for quite awhile. I couldn’t say who my favorite character was. I loved Maggie–who didn’t? I wanted my hair to look just like hers. Unfortunately my face isn’t the same shape, so I just looked like a boy. And Chris was nothing but the truth. I wish he broadcasted radio in real life. I loved his take on things. Joel was a handful, although I loved his quirkiness. And I’m not sure Maurice’s character could be written in the same fashion with how political correct the world has become.

Don’t get me wrong, there were episodes that still pain me to watch. But as stupid as they were, they ended with a point. Like the one where Shelly saw dancing people everywhere she went, and the one where they were in Maggie’s dreams. I think the writer of the show was just a bit intoxicated while writing those. Still, all in all, I can pop in one of those DVDs at any time while I’m cooking in the kitchen, and it takes me right back to that time, long ago…when life was simple.