Muse be gone?

I've been trying to write a new article for my Romance Divas column, but nothing generates into something interesting. So I figured I need to come up with a fantastic point that I wanted to convey first, then think of things to support my topic. Only problem is that I'm not sure what I want to make a point about.

Oh the funk that I'm in.

Did I mention that I'm in Detroit? Hubby brought the youth group here for a mission trip. The kids are doing sports camps in the afternoons and distributing 9V smokedetector replacement batteries in the early evening. Oh, and here and there, they're doing cleaning and upkeep stuff on the church we're here to help. We've met some great people.

One thing that isn't so great is the streets. Left turns are forbidden practically everywhere. Let's just say I've been honked at twice. And on the way back to the hotel from the church last night, I got lost. Drove around for about an hour (with a Dunkin Donuts spot in there) before finally managing to get back to the church and ask someone for a map to the hotel. I'm really not a bad driver. I am, though, a sucky parker who needs a map to get somewhere. Moving to Virginia screwed up my internal compass. North, south, east, west "feelings" do not abidith in my soul anymore. *sigh* Thus, I get lost all the time...if I don't have a map.

Many people live life without a map. They have no goal, no place to get to, nothing to achieve. They just seem to go wherever the streams of peer pressure/society take them. To me, that's a meaningless life. Who are you living for? What are you living for?

Last night no matter how frustrated I was with being lost, my son Jadan stayed unbelieveably calm. Must have been the donut aroma wafting from the box he was holding. I figure he didn't hassle me about being lost because he wanted to be on his best behavior so he could get a donut. Well, I finally let him and his older sister have one. About 10 minutes later, I said, "I feel so stupid because I can't find our hotel or the church." Jadan happily informed me that he'd feel smarter if he had another donut.

Eventually we made our way back to the hotel. One other thing I learned from the experience is that it's always important to remember the name of your hotel when you are asking someone for directions. And Eminem wrote a song called 8 Mile Road, not 12 Mile Road.

Golden days are here again!

Well, it's been far too long since I posted. No longer can I blame inactivity on pregnancy hormones. But life is good.

On February 22, 2007, our little girl, Niley Nicole, was born. Hubby is excited. Kids are excited. Dog is still getting used to her.

And if that wasn't thrilling enough news, on March 25, 2007, I received a call from Terri Reed informing me that my inspirational medieval, ONE DAY, is a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist in the inspirational category. Yep, I'm still stunned.

Baby is crying so I'll have to chat more later.