September is the New January

Funny, I hate being predictable. I guess everyone does, really. I mean, who actually wakes up and says, “Maybe I’ll just do what everyone else does today? Being a sheep sure looks good.”

Sheep with glasses

So I rarely make New Year’s resolutions out loud, because everyone is doing it, and they’re happy to tell you about it. It somehow feels icky. And then nothing changes, and I just keep on doing whatever everyone else is doing. I actually become one of the sheep because I don’t want to be a sheep and call out my resolution.

I’m all, same grass, different day. I go for haircuts.



I go for drinks.



I watch TV.



I want to check in with myself and make sure my priorities are on track, but I still don’t want to be one of those loudmouths who blabs to everyone at the stroke of midnight about the evils of gluten. On New Year’s Eve, Batman makes giant resolutions and broadcasts them with the bat signal, while Robin barfs in his mouth a little and drinks the rest of the champagne. January first, perky Luke Skywalker shows up at the gym at 7:15am and signs up for Jedi mind-trick boot camp, while Chewie races to the brunch place for 2:55 with a bedhead and convinces the hostess to keep it going for an extra twenty minutes.

But don’t be dismayed if you’re a mouth barfer. You can still make plans — September is made for people and b-superheroes and wookies like me. There’s change in the air. No one says it out loud, but September feels freaky and a little scary with temperature changes and people starting classes and everyone kissing their summer vacations goodbye. And new patterns can leave comfort and old contacts behind, for sure. But I’m going to try to ignore the discomfort, and focus on possibilities. Where have I lost focus? September is an opportunity for under-the-radar new beginnings (sometimes literally, for wookies). And this year, I’m going to gobble them up.


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Is Twitter Like Online Therapy for Teens?

Twitter can be noisy. Silly. Crude. Mundane. Commercial. Self-promoting. Therapeutic. Wait, what was that last one?

I won’t lie, the reason I got into Twitter had to do with the second-last descriptor. When I set my sights on publishing a novel for teen girls, I thought I should get to know my audience better. I had to build my ‘author platform’ and become capable of navigating the social media world. Although in the beginning I felt slightly creepy about doing it, I began to follow young adults, and as general Twitter courtesy dictates, many followed me back.

Most of what I’ve seen is light, or funny, or intended to get attention. But the surprising part of this Twitter experience for me has been that more often than you’d think, sandwiched between tweets like:

“Don’t ever try to drink nutella it doesn’t work”


“Drop my phone on my face way too often”

I find tweets like these (legit, random, and from distinct people):

“You could have just said you hated me instead of having me figure it out on my own.”

“You’re ashamed of me”

I’m not sure why I’m shocked when I see them. I guess I come from a family and generation that doesn’t share so openly. At first I found myself wondering what good it would do to share sensitive thoughts with hundreds or even thousands of strangers.

“All I ever wanted to do was make you proud”

“I hate crying myself to sleep, it’s the worst. I just wanna be happy ☹”

Do they realize that these tweets won’t go away? That they might read them later and remember? Relive?

“I know I said I would quit but I was upset and really needed a few hits.”

“I don’t think me and mums relationship will survive this operation”

“Dad most people say hi when I walk through the door but thanks for that”

“I hate everything about myself”

Some get reactions and replies. Validation. Support.

“I wish I can go a day without worrying about how fat I feel or how ugly I think I am.”
5 retweets (followers who have passed the tweet to their own followers’ timelines, likely in agreement)
Response: “That makes two of us”
Response: “1 you’re not fat, 2 you’re beautiful & 3 I love you the way that u are!”

“Hate people who let you down”
7 retweets, 1 favorite (star of approval)
Response: “What’s up mate”

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Girl Reinvented

Tabitha Mahony has always been that smart, polite, heavy girl who flies under everyone’s radar, until one day an unfortunate low rise jeans incident brings her the kind of publicity no one is looking for.

Rather than taking the challenge in stride, Tabitha begins to question the personality she has relied on for the past sixteen years. What has she gained from being who she is? She only has one crazy loudmouth friend, she has zero prospects in the guy department, she’s basically a parent to her mother and older pothead brother, and she feels miserable most of the time. She wonders what would happen if she suddenly decided to become someone entirely different. What would happen if you did? Would you ask out that crush? Confront that pretty little sour-faced girl in the tennis skirt? Get drunk? Jump out of a plane?

Yeah, so would she.

Follow the LOL exploits of Tabitha Mahony as she tests the limits of her new personality and stumbles her way into romance, all the while learning more about who she really is.

Click here to read the first two chapters! 

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Welcome to 2013!

Here we are starting a new year, and here I am starting a new blog. I have to admit that I’ve procrastinated writing this for some time now. I find that the Internet is noisy, and I’d rather not add to it with useless chatter. But I do want new friends. And I want new friends who read. So I’m going to keep my blog focused, and my entries brief, but I hope this will be an inspirational space where readers can connect and share thoughts and ideas. Welcome!


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I’ll Share My Life With You, But Not My Cash

So you should know that tomorrow is a pretty big day for me. You can write and tell me congratulations and good luck, if you want to. It’s not my birthday, or Quanza, or Robbie Burns day, whenever that is. Tomorrow is the day I’m going to darken the door of Rainbow Jeans and buy a $250 pair of Hudsons even though I have no money, and even though my credit card is about to see a lot of action with Christmas on its way. I’m not going to tell my husband a word about my little shopping spree, but I’m sure it will improve my marriage.

Ages ago, when it came time to buy a new pair of jeans, I would visit every store in a normal mall until I found a pair that fell kind of right at a price that made sure I could still sleep at night. Usually I would end up at the Gap. You see, I’m a frugal, practical person who isn’t the type to read fashion mags to make sure I’m fashion forward, so that process suited me just fine. And then, I met my husband and his friends, and all of them were always wearing nice jeans. In the beginning, I silently smiled at them for buying expensive pants just because they had someone’s name on them that were probably made by the exact same Chinese people who were sewing mine, and happily waited around for a Gap 50% off sale.

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