7/10/2011 7:42:00 AM
Who would you save if you could?
So the Casey Anthony trial is over.  Verdict is in.  Country is unhappy.  I am shocked. 

I can't believe it to be honest with you.  She wasn't someone with a flock of high powered attorneys.  She was just a mother accused of a crime and got sent home with "not guilty" as the verdict.  Throughout the trial, I tried not to watch or read too much about it.  I honestly can't handle child crimes.  But then when the verdict came in, I couldn't help myself and had to hear every piece of evidence to see how someone could get away with, if nothing else, covering up her child's death.  Casey knows what happened, on that I am most positive.  And I doubt any of us will ever know the truth. 

This brings me to thinking about my books.  The series is designed to tell the story of Alex and her family going back in time and changing the wrongs that happened.  A child's senseless death, is a wonderful example.  This is a "wrong" in every sense of the word.  Every book I write, I think about who to save.  I think about things that I have heard in the past, events that have happened, horrible things that no one can believe and I encorporate those tragedies so that Alex (or her family) saves them and we all believe (even in the fantasy of our minds) that the person lived life after all.

Who wouldn't go back in time and try to save Caylee?  I would.  I would do it in a heart beat, given the power to go back in time.  Anyone would have been happy to take that child in and give her a good home.  And of course, now we read that Casey wants to have more children?  Really?  How could this scenario get any worse?

As I plan out the next few books, I may have to find a way to keep Caylee's memory alive and write about her.  So many deaths like hers don't need to happen.  In my first book, the way Laura dies really happened to a child that I read about and saw on the news.  It was a horrible death.  But saving Laura made me feel like I gave something back.

I remember Susan Smith.  I actually believed she was a distraught mother who had her children kidnapped.  I can vividly remember watching her crying on tv.  And in the end, she killed her children.  What drives someone to do these things?  These answers may never be given to us.  All I can do at this point is make sure that I keep their memories alive and write about them.  And that's a promise to you the reader. 
6/26/2011 6:28:00 PM
Turning 40 and What I NOW know...
So, on June 10th, I turned 40.  Not a birthday that I was "looking forward to", I must admit. 

But then my mom (Mom's say these kinds of things) said, "You don't look 40 honey" and I did feel a minute or two of comfort until my dad quipped back with, "Well, she is getting a few more wrinkles...I thought I saw a few when we were outside earlier."  At least Dad's give it to you straight!  I shrugged knowing he was telling the truth.  The lady in the mirror isn't the same as she was 10 years ago.  But then again, I would take who I am today as a person, over the person I was at 30, any day!

It did get me thinking, on my birthday, about how fortunate my life has been.  A mean, truly fortunate.  And I can only say that I have few regrets.  Regrets maybe that you wouldn't expect--or maybe you have some of the same, either way, they remain regrets and needed some immediate attention. 

So I thought I would share some of my regrets and how I decided to turn those around and make them positive in my life.

1.  I regret not spending more time with both of my grandmothers when they were alive. 
Correction:  First, I dedicated and shared some of their lives in my second book.  They were remarkable women, and their lives were remarkable--well worth sharing with the world in literature format.  In addition, I spend as much time with my parents as I possibly can.  I don't want this regret to transfer to the age of 50 or 60 with my parents.

2. I regret not giving back more to those that need it.  So many times I focus on my life and what I immediately need. 
Correction: That's where writing came in to play.  I will donate a part of the proceeds of every book to Addi's Cure.  A close friend passed away from non-smokers lung disease.  This is his organization.  I made a promise to get off my butt and make sure that I gave back...everyday.  And that's what I intend to do.  I hope to see a cure for lung cancer in my lifetime, and I will do all I can to help that cause.

3.  I regret not enjoying the things that I love more.  I love flowers in my house, I love wearing an apron when I cook, I love giving my husband a kiss every night when he comes home from work, I love reading to my child every night. 
Correction:  I stop the craziness of life and pull an apron out or stop and cut flowers from my garden, I enjoy it so much more.  Those are just examples of things I love, but now I try to enjoy so much more.  I don't take any of it for granted.  I say my thanks every night for the things that I love in life...the simple, small pleasures (I wanted to put hot water on the list, as book two went into how hard it was to actually have hot water!).  I focus on always being honest, listening to others and being happy with just what I have in life.

So I took this time to focus on regrets, but I hope you can see that sometimes we learn the best life lessons from mistakes.  Some things we can't ever get back, so we have to lean in, listen, and make changes in our lives. 

I made a lot of wonderful decisions in life to be able to be 40 and feel alive and happy.  One of those decisions was being a part of the wonderful world of books as an author.