I’m an accidental blogger. I never even believed following a blog was really a thing. Sure, I saw the occasional one in my Facebook newsfeed, but that was it. My friends kept telling me I should, so I finally threw together a website and started posting my random thoughts on life, parenting and being human. I wrote a few and about 100 FB friends became followers and fans. Then one day, after a particularly raucous ladies night out, I wrote my cocktail-infused thoughts on my parenting role and why I was so exhausted all the time, and wouldn’t you know the damn thing went viral. Apparently, I hit a nerve with The Default Parent™. Huff Post picked it up. France and Germany Huff Posts translated it. Australia published it. Good Morning America called, for fuckssake. The blog was on fire. I, on the other hand, was completely overwhelmed and unprepared. I did learn a few things. 1.) I’m unable to process success, so that sucks. 2.) I don’t like being in front of a camera. 3.) The success and failures will come go and you just have to forget about them and keep writing. 4.) I wrote a righteous blog that resonated around the world. Not bad for an accidental blogger.
I have been writing fiction for ten years…learning as I go. I rewrote my first novel about ten times before I even understood what writing a novel was about. I have completed three novels and have a couple more in the works and a hundred more in my head. I’ve been off the charts wimpy about submitting my manuscripts, but am sincerely trying to overcome that.
I have an insatiable desire to contemplate the meaning of life…to understand the inexplicable power of love, loss, fear, success and failure…to reconcile the impermanence of being human. In short, I’m a weirdly cynical, hopeless romantic with a serious death complex who writes fiction. Let’s hope you are a literary agent looking for my contact information at this very moment. Call me, maybe. I don’t write for any other reason other than I couldn’t stop if I tried. I have stories in my head, imaginary friends I love, and adventures I must experience…so I write.
I’m for kindness, compassion and not judging others. I’m for love. I mediate. That said, when I’m not meditating, I am sometimes dreaming of punching someone in the face. I regularly wear a flower in my hair for no reason. I will always swim in salt water and get my hair wet even though when it dries I look like Roseanne Roseannadanna. After 16 years of parenting, I’m sick of zoos, forts, and mother f*cking aquariums. I have an undiagnosed phobia of voice mail. I have no idea what color my hair really is. I still get zits and point them out immediately so you won’t notice them. I’m a Virgo…so that should explain everything else I left out. I have three kids who seem to actually like me, a husband of 22+ years who also seems to like me, and a black lab named Lucy who definitely likes me. I give her treats.