My Cardboard Balcony

Whew! This has been a rather long month, but the end of March is here. Arden and I just got back from seeing Neil Gaiman (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) and getting to hear him read and answer questions. Seeing that Gaiman is one of my favorite authors, this was an absolute treat - and a late birthday present for the wifey! So I know that I teased you guys a little bit regarding some serious updates as to what's happening in my life - all good updates, definitely. Today, I can reveal one of those updates. Now, let me begin by saying that I absolutely love my parents, and one thing I always am grateful for is the fact that they taught me how to be independent both career-wise and financially. My mom and dad do not operate like a charity; yes, they've helped my siblings and me out in the past when things got tough, as parents are wont to do, but they never held our hands. My brother, sister, and I were able to overcome a lot of obstacles and work hard to get to where we are now: Stable j

Junkyard Baby by Belinda Roddie She was built from scrap metal. But she could feel.

"You didn't look good up there." "I know." She ran a damp hand across her mouth. Her tongue felt swollen. "I was out of my element. I'm sorry." Her agent clapped her on the shoulder. "Don't be. You tried. Maybe you should just stick to podcasts and radio interviews for now." She agreed, though not with words. Beneath her, the red carpet seemed to churn like lava. The dispersing crowd was like a cluster of insects come to witness a perfect storm.