Forgetting What You Want to Blog About

Courtesy of Google images.

Courtesy of Google images.


Have you ever had three or four things you mean to get to WordPress to blog about but as soon as you have the time and sit down to blog, you’ve forgotten what it was? That’s me right now. Yesterday and particularly today, 12 hours ago from the current time I wrote this- I had so many things I wanted to get to my laptop and discuss with everyone but at the time I was preparing to go to the job and had no time to blog. “I’ll remember what it was, no problem,” is what I say to myself with confidence- which sometimes is actually true. The good news is I’ll think of the topics again sooner or later- it’ll probably result in my waking up in the middle of the night but at least then, I’ll write it down and go on to blog about it as soon as I can.

Here’s to all of our memory capacity remaining at it’s fullest.

Photo courtesy of Google images.

I’ve posted this photo often- as a personal reminder. Photo courtesy of Google images.


Dying to Write


I just realized that right now we’re more than halfway through September already.

I hate when that happens.

It’s out of our hands, the flowing of time. The only thing we can do is enjoy it while we have it. Some choose to enjoy it while others choose to wish it passes through quickly. Time will be time.

As time relates to me, I specifically am wishing I could just write with whatever I have left in my day. I feel like it’s a privilege whenever I’m able and allowed to just focus on that task. I can’t tell you how often I’m somewhere and I think of something neat for a short story or a longer story and can’t indulge because something else requires my attention. I then, am able to just jot notes down and hope that the quality can carry itself until I’m able to focus on it- the idea, in its entirety.

I’m the only one able to make a name for myself. I’ll always bring my true self to the table whenever its time…

Just give me the time.





Yes, here’s another dedication. Well, not really a dedication but more of an offering to my own perspective of it on this day, 14 years after the U.S. got an up-close and very personal taste of large-scale conflict and destruction that goes on in the world. I don’t usually make a habit out of posting something at any given 9-11, but today I felt inspired.

On September 11, 2001 I was a 22 year-old young woman working at the exact same place I work now- at a hospital in Minnesota. Professionally and technically, nothing else changed on that particular day. I still did my job in the exact same manner as any other day- if nothing else we were extra diligent. The mood changed but as a support staff to the operating room, our job was to continue the level of care and expectations as well as comfort patients and family members as they waited on loved ones and watched the news just as we were.

I’ll admit I lost a little more of my innocence that day (along with every else). I was a huge fan of the R&B artist Aaliyah and had to suffer through her unexpected loss and funeral just the week before. By the evening on 9/11/01 my young heart was fed up with planes- as I watched Peter Jennings tirelessly give his all to report for 60 hours and give us news as we anxiously watched and waited.

I worked evening shift that day so after I found out that morning around 9:00 am CST, a few phone calls were received and made. After talking to loved ones regarding the whereabouts of a cousin in the NY area (which he was found to be okay) I was nervous about the rest of the people, just as the rest of the country and world was. Its hard to image a young adult being more glued to a TV than ever before, right? Everyone in the hospital who was able surrounded every TV set available at some point during that day.

In the days, weeks and months to follow, I found our country to be more united and more together than ever before. I found there were lesser issues of black vs. white, male vs. female than most other differences we currently have issues with- once again, now. We learned more about the Muslim religion and I learned they are peaceful versus the immediate reaction that they all mean harm/violence.

Years later in 2009 when I was taking and Art History course at St Kate’s- a private, Catholic College, my professor (Amy Hamlin) happened to be doing the dissertation for her PhD. in Manhattan in 2001. Several students must’ve been familiar with her 9/11 association and therefore she told us she would wait until the end of the semester to lecture on her personal story. When it was time, her personal story aligned with the that of Michael Richards, an artist who died in World Trade Tower One during the 9/11 attacks. Due to his artistry, Richards often used his own body to be cast in sculpture. One of these sculptures we had the privilege of having available for viewing at St. Kate’s. Richards had cast himself in the likeness of a Tuskegee Airmen and to see his body cast as an airman, knowing he ultimately died in such a tragic manner was humbling and the utmost respect was paid. It was hard for one’s eyes not to water upon seeing this life-size replica sculpture which has now found a permanent home near Taylor’s Falls, MN. My professor, Hamlin went on to give her chilling account of the events of that day which she described as going from ordinary to numbing. She ended up being one of the multiple thousands who had to walk over the George Washington bridge to get to safety. She described her accounts of eventually trying to call her parents and others to let them know she was okay. She described how quiet and numbing the experience was, how no one truly knew how to express the grief and enormity of what was happening at that time. No anger, no sadness, no grief- just silence for the time being.

Just as she won’t- I’ll never forget her account of actually being closest to ground zero. I know how people felt in the farthest reaches of our country as we were all one on that day. Regardless of political association, cause and whatnot- it was the innocent life we identified with. It was my innocence as a 22 year-old who had nothing to do with pretty much anything harmful to anyone- I had to come to terms with hate, once again. I also had the chance and opportunity to learn and display strength and true unity.

If you’d like to describe your ‘9/11 moment’ please feel free to comment. May we never forget the lives of those lost and their families. RIP.

Satisfied (or Not)

Image courtesy of Google Images.

Courtesy of Google Images.


I’m sitting here trying to be as productive as possible with my self-allotted social media time. I’m doing my best to read through my Facebook, Twitter and WordPress feeds to get a sense of how my friends in the writing/blogging world are doing. I tried to read through the local news but I couldn’t get past the murder-suicide that left two adults and three children dead. I said a quick prayer and closed out that screen. At the time, there was too much speculation and it was too depressing for me…

Life is precious.

Courtesy of Google Images.

Courtesy of Google Images.

I got to reading about what was going on elsewhere and like the title of the post suggests; I’m wondering if humans are built to ever truly be satisfied? Not as in hunger or sex, both of which are primal and short-lived anyway- but generally in every other aspect. Thanks to things like Facebook, we all hear about people being pleased with what may be going in their lives currently and especially with different achievements- but there is always something else attached to them that suggests they’re aiming for better/higher/more. My little side theory is that the folks that post the most about their ‘satisfactions’ are the ones who are truly the most un-satisfied, but anyways- that’s for another post…

What do you think? Is satisfaction ever possible or shall we petition to have the word banned from use in the English/Spanish/Arabic/French/Farsi/German language?

Courtesy of Google Images.

Courtesy of Google Images.

Ever Felt Dumb and Motivated at the Same Time?

This cutie pie probably got more done in an hour than I did, ha! Image courtesy of Google images.

This cutie pie probably got more done in an hour than I did, ha! Image courtesy of Google images.


If so, you can join the club. I’m not only the president, I’m also a member….

I was so ready to blog when I got home from work this evening. Yes, I was going to log on and tear the page up with some more happenings and commentary but I got distracted. See, I’ve never been extremely fond of any of the WP themes I’ve had. Once I was settled in, I logged on and in my feed was a blog that offered some advice about adding widgets for creating links on your sidebar (>>>>a very useful tool for authors such as myself- see my widget off to the side? It’s because of Ana! <<<<).

This post, while helpful- reminded me of my distaste for my current theme. I wanted to find a better theme before I pat myself on the back after successfully adding this feature.

Before I went about following this excellent advice, I wasted close to an hour scrolling through the different themes to try and see how well they match up with my material. This ending up making me feel dumber than ever. Note: this feeling occurs whenever my brain separates from my will and fires off a thousand questions (like it just did about the different themes- you know, those ‘I wonder if’ questions) that I cannot answer because my techie language/skills are probably just below those of a modern day 1st grader.

These kids are smart nowadays. I should probably go and consult one of them..

Anyways, so now that I’ve completely blown my allotted blog time for the evening, I’m feeling inspired and motivated to return to it at my earliest convenience because I was actually able complete the whole widget suggestion thing (thanks again, Ana!) and thus not suffering a total defeat.

You may also notice if you visit here frequently that I did manage to change my blog theme…. to the exact same one I’ve had previously….

Photo courtesy of Google images.

Photo courtesy of Google images.

Affliction: What Can I Expect?

It is reality! (2015, image by D. Daniels)

It is reality! (2015, image by D. Daniels)


It’s almost here and available for pre-order! The picture above is the proof-copy I received in the mail a few days ago. I was beyond elated and ready to shoot for the moon when I finally held it in my hands. If you’ve read this far, you may be wondering what you’ll be reading about if you decide to buy it. Of course I’m not going to tell you what happens here, but I’ll certainly give you the scoop just like I described to my family, friends and co-workers.

It’s about ZOMBIES.

You know, those undead things that have currently been on cable (AMC’s Fear the Walking Dead and The Walking Dead which premiers in October). Those things whose make-up and special effects in addition to its storyline gives some of the die hard fans something to talk about on Monday. It’s therapeutic, really. For one, that’s what my book- Affliction is about: Those undead things.

I wrote Affliction as if I were trying to buy it or sell it to myself, therefore…

You won’t have to read 20 or 30 pages in order for it to grab your attention. I absolutely pass on most books that take up more than one night of reading before I’m likely to say, “okay, I like this.” My time is too precious and I would’ve ended up bored writing it and thus wouldn’t have made it to the point where it’s something you can purchase today.

You can also expect elements from a lot of different genres. When I was originally trying to classify what Affliction was genre-wise I was never truly impressed with any one official, or trusted definition to label it with. Sure there’s zombies so of course, it’s horror but there’s also strong elements of mystery, drama and adventure along with science fiction. There’s a tiny bit of romance that’s not overly-vulgar but it fits into the storyline. I felt it was unfair to categorize it into only one or two genres. I mean seriously, I feel it could be as exclusionary as women’s literature based on just viewpoint alone but enough of everything else I mentioned that male zombie-aficionados should not feel weird reading it. It’s a little bit of everything.

Read Affliction and you’ll see why.

Lastly, I definitely leave room for more. Yes, Affliction will be the first in a series. Perhaps it’ll be three or four books, maybe only two. I’m still in the process of figuring our how in-depth I’d like the story to be. I’m 70% done with the 2nd (untitled) book but I promise the same multi genred-ness as before.

Ultimately my goals for Affliction is to please both the reader who is already familiar with the genre as well as to grab the attentions of a few new readers who otherwise wouldn’t bother with zombie literature in the first place. The fact that my lead character is a bi-racial woman may be the first that has ever occurred with the zombie market. One zombie novel grabbed my attention and turned me into a happy fan. I’m hoping to do the same for someone else. At the least bit, I want readers who are already fans of the genre to say, “It wasn’t a waste of time.” If I can get that much. I’ll be a happy author.

Affliction is available for pre-order and soon to be released at both my publisher’s website and Amazon. The links are below:

DonnaInk Publications, L.L.C    <——- (40% OFF LIST PRICE IS THE CURRENT PROMO!)

Amazon Bookstore