Lifeguard Lucy

Where has the time gone?

Lifeguard Lucy

 

As I sat down to write today, I looked back through this blog and realized nearly 3 months have passed without any updates. Where has the time gone?

Quite a bit has happened since my last post. I finally shed my indecision and made a move to forward my photography career on the Big Island of Hawaii; I love Kauai, and still consider it home, but to up my underwater game I needed to live somewhere with more wildlife, better visibility, and more people to learn from.

In some ways, the transition has been heartbreaking. After building friendships for 12 years on Kauai and learning the island, I left it all to go somewhere I didn’t know anyone save a woman I haven’t seen since high school and a couple moving away soon, and being completely lost wherever I go (thank god for gps). I left without having a home or a job, just my puppy Lucy and what would fit in the back of my truck when it shipped across the ocean.

Lucy and I spent a couple homeless weeks in a hotel and a vacation rental, the first week with my sister Mary who was amazing at helping us get our feet and paws on the ground with much less stress than anticipated. During the second week I started a job on a boat as crew for manta ray night snorkel trips out of Keauhou Bay, and moved into a tiny house 1500 feet above Kona town. If I thought I was tired, stressed, and confused, poor Lucy had no idea what had happened to the happy life she led on Kauai. Her best-puppy-friends were nowhere to be found; between the hotel, vacation rental, and new house she didn’t recognize any of the smells; her daily beach walks and normal routines were gone. At 6 months old, she was scared and angry at these major changes to her life, and was quite upset with me. When my truck finally arrived and she could ride in her customary passenger seat she settled down a little, and when I unpacked a few boxes and found her stash of well-chewed dog toys she relaxed a bit more. In the two weeks since we moved into our house we’ve found a dog park and made new puppy friends, and a couple beaches where she can splash in the ocean again. Lucy can’t come to work with me anymore, but quickly got used to spending her evenings in her crate and patiently waiting for me to come home.

I’m not sure I’ve adapted quite as quickly as Lucy, though. After packing up my house and giving away or selling most of my possessions, travel, stress about finding a place to live and work (even if it’s a short-term job), finding my way around, unpacking boxes, financial worries, and having to work nights (and – gasp – having to be somewhere at a specific time!) after a couple years of keeping my own schedule, I had to spend all my free time sleeping off the stress. I’m not sure I’ve recovered even now, and am just over a nasty cold – inevitable after the major changes in my life, I guess. My body went into survival mode, and all unnecessary functions shut down. I finally found the energy to take my camera into the ocean a couple days ago to begin building my business on this island, and sat down to work on my next book. I was blessed with a friendly pod of dolphins on my first day back in the water, and managed to write a couple pages of the book before I had to take a nap.

 

Hawaii dolphin pod

 

I’ve been on the Big Island for a month now, and see plenty of hard work ahead. I have a list of goals to achieve, and am finally ready to begin. All-in-all, though, I’m quite proud of myself for the progress I’ve made in such a short time. As each day passes I have a little more energy to put into things that aren’t merely surviving or making sure Lucy is cared for. It’s time for writing and photography, and having some fun. It’s time to explore this giant island and learn new things. It’s time to really begin to live here , and I’m excited about a whole new life with all the undreamed-of possibilities waiting just outside my door.

But first, maybe a quick nap…

 

 

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Introducing author Nikki Landis

Aloha readers!

I’ve recently had the pleasure of meeting author Nikki Landis, and if you aren’t familiar with her work I’d like to share it with you.

Nikki Landis is the award winning author of over a dozen novels, mostly in the romance genre. Her recent novel Refugee Road is the Gold Medal winner of the 2017 IPPY award for Best Romance/Erotica. Nikki grew up sneaking her mother’s romance novels – intrigued with the characters, the stories, and the historical settings from authors that have greatly influenced her writing, like Johanna Lindsey, Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, and Bertrice Small. 

She is also a fan of the classics and adores Jane Austen. Books like The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, and The Hobbit have shaped and molded her vision of fantasy and inspired it, contributing to her popular series The Fight for Light novels.

Nikki holds two degrees, in Dietetics and Nutrition, and her Bachelor of Science in Health Promotion and Wellness. She’s a wife and mother, spending her free time reading, writing, and enjoying the outdoors. The mother of a new Marine, she’s also a patriot.


Here is a peak at her novel The Guardian A Fight for Light Book 1

“Fate has a way of stepping in when you least expect it.”

*** New Cover, Expanded & Revised Edition May 2017 ***

Rhiannon has been hidden most of her life and protected from the terrible tragedy that stole her parent’s lives when she was only a child. Raised in a normal human society, she thinks her life will never change. And then strange things start happening, and someone or something seems to be watching her every move…

Fate has a way of intervening when she is confronted by true evil, her existence threatened by an entirely new and foreign entity, one that is as mysterious as the man who suddenly enters her life. A stranger that makes her question her reality and an unimaginable fate she is destined to follow, Kellen’s motives are as strange as his appearance.

Now Rhiannon must seek the truth as a dark and deadly enemy pursues hunting her, but the only protection she has is….The Guardian. Can she trust in Kellen when her life is on the line?

Is the Light strong enough to defeat the Darkness, even if it seeks your soul?

 

Reviews:
What an amazing book! Following Rhiannon throughout the story was fun, exhilarating, and there was a twist at every chapter. The writing was detailed, vivid, and well-written.” – H. Reuter, Amazon

 

The Guardian draws you in very quickly, it almost gives you that laser focus as you drone in to each character. For me Nikki is a really intense author who is full of “The WOW Factor.” She leaves you on the edge of your seat drooling for more.” – Willcape, Amazon

 

Plenty of twists and turns to keep you engaged throughout the entire book. Get to the end and she leaves you STARVING for more!!! Extremely well written, I highly recommend this read!” – Amazon Customer

 

You can follow Nikki on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads, and sign up for her newsletter (and get a free copy of her book!).

Enjoy!

Melissa

 

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Introducing author Lynn Donovan

Aloha readers!

Today’s post is by special guest Lynn Donovan. Although I called it “Introducing Lynn Donovan,” she has written several books (way more than me!) and has many more on the way…

 

Lynn Donovan spends her days chasing after her muses, trying to get them to settle down and behave long enough to write down their words and actions. The results are numerous novels, anthologies, and short stories.

Lynn enjoys reading and writing all kinds of fiction, paranormal, speculative, contemporary romance, and time travel. But you never know what her muses will come up with for a story, so you could see a novel under any given genre. All that can be said is keep your eyes open, cause these muses are not sitting still for long!

Oops, there they go again…

You can learn more about Lynn on her blog, follow her on Twitter @MLynnDonovan, her Face Book Author page at LynnDonovanFGG and her website http://lynndonovanauthor.com.

 

Lynn’s new series is called the Java Cupid Romance Series. She has written 3 books already, with the first, Java Break, set to release on May 17, 2017; you can preorder it on Amazon.

Here’s the series synopsis:

At the Java Cupid Coffee Shop love is on the menu and the cup. Customers come to get great coffee and some find a mysterious heat-sensitive message written on their cup. These messages lead them to their True Love and their Happy Ever After. No one knows who the Java Cupid is, but when his arrows fly two things are certain: The Java Cupid always hits the target and Java Cupid is never wrong.
Sounds great, right?? I need to visit that coffee shop!
Book 1 synopsis:

 

Wendy Ashton and Dillon Cayne were both inspired by broken bones of their own. She to become an orthopedic nurse, he an engineer, designing more efficient and effective equipment for those recovering from orthopedic incidents. Their two paths so closely aligned, yet never intersecting.

Until a mysterious message appears in heat sensitive ink on Wendy’s coffee cup. A message of love that makes her take notice of the handsome barista who must have written it. Brought together by the message, their lives begin to merge. Could this be true love?

Together they learn that his dad is dating her mom and Dillon worries about the stigma of dating his possible step-sister. Add a crazy ex-girlfriend who won’t take no for an answer and a misunderstood phone call, the trust issues become almost too much to bear.

What will it take to bring these two together? Can the Java Cupid show them their Happy Ever After? Or was it all a mistake? Will broken bones turn into broken hearts? Answers can only be found with a Java Break.

 

Other Publications by Lynn Donovan:

The Wishing Well Curse (Spirit of Destiny, Book 1)

Thorns of Betrayal (Spirit of Destiny, Book 2)

Secret Voices (Spirit of Destiny, Book 3)

Rocking Horse Shadows

Christmas Grace, Signing Seeds

Merry’s Christmas Eve

Fertility Pirates (The Abraham Project, Book 1)

Cloned Chaos (The Abraham Project, Book 2)

Java Cupid Series

Phantom Horse Series (Coming September 2017)

For more information about Lynn and her books, please visit her author page!

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed this guest blog, and perhaps found a new book to read! I look forward to sharing more of my new author friends with you in future posts.

Melissa

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A (very) short Valentine’s Day story for you

He is staring into my eyes and running his ragged nails down my stockinged leg, right at the back of my calf; the fabric catches and tears, and I think I feel my skin break. He doesn’t even care. I’m a little bummed, though – I bought these specially for Valentine’s Day, and they were the expensive ones, too. I read somewhere if you look good you’ll feel good, so when I was in Kmart the other day I put down those nylons in the plastic egg that I usually buy and walked one aisle over to the fancy section where they sell the ones in the flat cardboard with the beautiful long-legged woman on the front. The oval hole in the package showed the color and texture and I pulled one of every kind of the black stockings out of the rack before I decided. I finally picked the ones with the line that runs up the back – I’ve never worn those before but I’ve seen ‘em in the celebrity magazines at my doctor’s office – and that’s where his nail got stuck and snagged. I can’t wear them out now. I wanted to look good tonight but I’ll have to go out with bare legs, even though it’s snowing. Maybe I’ll have time to stop at the drugstore – they sell some, but just the cheap ones.

I thought for Valentine’s Day I’d do something special and fix him his favorite dinner, draw him a bubble bath, and pamper him – things I never do – but I guess I should have thought it through a little better. He already had other plans for the night and wanted nothing to do with me. I’m trying real hard not to take it personally, but I put my foot down when he wanted to go out by himself – I just wouldn’t let him out the door. He yelled, but I’m used to that; he yells at me all the time, even when I’m trying my best to do what I think he wants. We don’t communicate very well, and the book I read hasn’t helped at all. As long as he gets his way, he has no interest in changing his behavior; and when he gets angry I always give in. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I’m afraid of him when he’s angry.

Tonight I stood strong, though, and didn’t let him leave. It’s Valentine’s Day, and dammit, I want to have a romantic dinner. I deserve a romantic dinner. With the fancy-smelling candles I bought at Kmart when I got the stockings. He can see his buddies tomorrow, like every other night of the week. He’s ruined my good stockings and my leg is probably bleeding, but it’ll still be worth it to have a nice night.

I had set out the clothes I wanted him to wear for dinner, but he refused to put them on – he wouldn’t even entertain the idea. I begged and pleaded, then went further than I normally would and resorted to physical confrontation to get my point across. I didn’t want to get hurt again, but thought maybe if I got physical first he’d understand how serious I am, and how much it means to me. It didn’t work, though, and my attempt only gained me a slap across the face; I think my cheek is bleeding now, too, but I haven’t had a chance to look in the mirror.

I reach down and pull his nail out of my stocking, where he just lazily left it snagged when it broke, scowling at me like it’s my fault. The scratch hurts, and along with the humiliation of him not wanting to spend the evening with me in the first place, even though it’s Valentine’s Day, and refusing to get dressed, then sniffing the dinner I prepared and nearly shoving it off the table because he’d rather be somewhere else – maybe with someone else – I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. I’ve been thinking about this day for weeks, and the special surprises I planned, but nothing is ever good enough for him.

Right now, at this moment, I really think I hate him. I’ve been angry with him so many times, but I never thought I hated him before. He starts yelling at me again, and I wrench open the front door and push him out; I almost don’t care if I hurt him, but deep down I really do love him so I’m gentle. Even when he’s not gentle with me.

I’m at the end of my rope – I don’t know what to do anymore, and I can’t keep crying every night when he hurts me; people at work are beginning to notice. I’ll have to call the humane society tomorrow – maybe they’ll let me trade him in for a nicer cat. I just can’t live like this.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day

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Hell yeah! or no. (Fuck yes or no)

A friend sent me a blog post, which led me to another. Both extremely relevant to me at this point in my life of trying to figure out where I want go and what I want to do. And who should accompany me on this journey.  (Read them both, they could be life-changers for you, which is how I was introduced to them).

Another friend, Bill, someone I’ve only recently met, shared his blog with me, and we talked about living life exactly how we want, and accepting nothing less.

It seems amazing to me that after the amount of time I spent working on my personal growth, these are concepts that I haven’t gotten right yet.  I’m not saying that in a disparaging way, but in the light of having an old concept presented to me in a way that makes more sense, with more of a concrete example to follow.  There are a few things to which I say ‘Fuck yes,’ but the major decisions of my life are always based upon a lesser of evils; this doesn’t make sense anymore.

I justify my major decisions in various ways: if I don’t take this job, I might not make enough money to survive on my own; if I don’t rent this house, it may be months of begging friends to live on their couches before I find somewhere I want to live. Making money and having a solid place to live are a couple of the most important decisions that are a part of everyone’s lives.

I had a discussion at work with my boss a few weeks ago, we talked about my future and what I want to do; he had offered me a solid position doing something that I’m good at, but which, after thinking about it, I knew would be unexciting and unfulfilling to me.  A couple days later, I declined.  He was perplexed, because in his mind it would be a good fit for me, given the skills he sees in me when I’m at work.  Somewhat frustrated (in my mind), he asked, “what do you want to do?”

“Buy a boat and spend my life taking pictures of dolphins.”

It just popped out of my mouth without thought.

That’s my Fuck Yes, I guess.

But instead, I took a different job, somewhat half-way between taking pictures of dolphins and working in an office.

Several days later, I had a short discussion with Bill about life, and living it to the fullest. His only stand on the matter is to follow your passion, no matter what, and that’s how you live a completely fulfilling life.  I objected with the usual “it costs a lot to live here” and “I don’t want to starve and be homeless.”  Bill had absolutely no pity on those statements.  Do what you love and if you’re happy doing it, the money will follow.  The universe takes care of people following their dreams.

To most people that see my “highlight reel” of posted pictures on facebook, they see a happy girl doing great things and don’t guess that I still haven’t gotten this basic life concept figured out yet.  Maybe I’m too scared to give up the tenuous hold on security that I currently have.  Tenuous security is still security.  It takes a giant leap of faith to start something new and believe that it will work, while giving up what I know is working even though it’s not perfect.

I’ve made some major changes in my life in the past few years, partly in thanks to Shanti and Andy convincing me that I should take time off work and travel, to see what’s outside my comfort zone.  But settling back into the security of my comfort zone happened almost immediately when I returned, in terms of jobs and housing.  I’m more aware of what’s “out there,” and what makes my soul happy, and these things don’t happen in my current comfort zone.  Just when I think I have so much figured out in my life, it seems that it’s time to shake it up again.  It’s scary and exciting, and it’s time to embark on new adventures.  It takes courage, which doesn’t always appear when it’s needed.  I have to make it happen.  And this might be the journey I’m meant to take now.  And make it stick, at which point the scary dream will become my new comfort zone.

Gratitude. And relativity.

It’s true, I have been enjoying my time away from real life. I’ve been wandering around Portland seeing the sights, doing what I want, when I want. I’ve been loving the time with my sister and her husband, getting caught up on the family time that I don’t get at home.

But my trip hasn’t been completely satisfying; my book sales are not as good as I had hoped, which means I don’t have the money to shop or travel more, or eat at all the restaurants I’d like to try, not to mention the various thoughts that pop into my head that tell me I should give up trying to sell my book and go back to my desk job. I still haven’t met the man of my dreams. And I miss home, my friends, and all the activities that I enjoy. I haven’t even once had the desire to dive into the water here, and since so much of my time was spent in the ocean, my motivation for exercise has been slowly waning. But overall, the change of scenery has been good and I shouldn’t complain.

Tonight, though, news from home has brought into focus some ideas that have been floating around in my mind for a few weeks.

I took a train to Seattle to visit some friends whom I haven’t seen in many years. The visit was as big a contrast to happy-go-lucky Portland as I could imagine, and it made me question whether I’ve actually been paying attention to life, or just taking everything I see on facebook as truth.

I was fortunate to stay with friends, even though I had been pretty poor at keeping in touch in the eight years that have gone by since I last saw them. The married couple now has two children, one of whom is eight years old (my friend was pregnant when I moved away). What I learned of them in those eight years is that the children are smiling and happy, one is autistic, and everything is great. That’s what the pictures told me, anyway. In reality, I haven’t met many people who have had to face as many obstacles as this family, and their life has been anything but smiling and happy. I learned about the challenges of having an autistic child, and the incredible amounts of time and energy needed to provide her a life as close to normal as possible. Add to that the ongoing fights with a school system that didn’t believe autism existed; instead of helping how they could, as a school should do, they chose to add the child to the locked room of forgotten, mentally disabled students – which actually had feces smeared on the walls the day before my friend visited her child’s new classroom. Unable to tolerate her child’s potential, whatever it might be, wasting away in a room packed with every type of disability or obedience problem, she chose to sue the school system – not for money, but to give her child access to an education appropriate for her abilities. She spent tens of thousands of dollars and countless hours, and finally was able to force the school to recognize autism and provide a capable teacher. She now works for Washington Autism Alliance and Advocacy, helping to raise awareness, and fight for other parents and students who are denied help from their schools. Add all that to raising another small child with a strong will of her own, both parents working, and they have their hands full on a good day. But they aren’t defeated; they are a strong family and are doing their best. They welcomed me into their home without hesitation and I enjoyed my days with them more than I would have if I had stayed with a single friend and partied the entire time.

I’m ashamed to admit that I have a cousin with autism whom I haven’t thought about since I saw him last, a couple years ago.

I met another friend for lunch, again I’m guilty for not keeping in touch. His health has declined to the point that we both got teary as we were parting, not knowing if we’d ever see each other again. He will not be able to work soon, and his social security won’t be enough to pay for his meager apartment. And his car was broken into twice in the past month, but nothing was taken because he has nothing to take.

I spent hours walking the streets in downtown Seattle. Poverty and drug addiction were apparent everywhere. It’s hard to understand exactly why it looked different than Portland, where there is a small crowd of homeless people in every space that provides shelter, but it seemed like a harder life. Maybe because in Portland most of the visible homeless have dreads and they’re just trying it out for the summer, ready to go back to college in the fall. Maybe because in Portland they are young and white, as opposed to the greater racial and age difference in Seattle. Maybe Portland has better homeless shelters and programs, or maybe this is just something I know nothing at all about. But life in downtown Seattle looked hard.

Where was I while all this has been going on?

These thoughts were kicking around in my head when I heard about the death of Robin Williams, and that really made me realize that everyone is struggling in some way, regardless of what you see. No one is immune to problems. I already knew this in the back of my mind, having dealt with many of my own problems in the past, and having spent months traveling in third world countries; but seeing friends fighting for their lives, really seeing them for the first time, seeing hopeless, angry people in the streets, has opened my eyes and mind a lot wider.

What this means, I don’t know. Should I stop worrying about my life, my book, money, my love life, wanting to surf better? I don’t think that’s the answer. I haven’t come up with an answer yet; but I do have a stronger sense of gratitude for what I have, for my friends and family, the relative ease that my life is, when held in comparison. I don’t think my life is easy, no one’s is, but each experience I have lately shows me more to be grateful for. And hopefully I’ll see things clearly enough in the future to put my good fortune to better use.

 

My writing tonight was something that I had been thinking about, but hadn’t quite gotten around to – until my news from home. My friend is in trouble, and there is nothing I can do. I haven’t spoken to him since I left home a month ago, nor was he someone I saw on a regular basis before I left. But he was the person who helped me out of a jam when I was in trouble – waking up in the middle of the night to rescue me. I called him after the ‘friend’ I had been out with assaulted me, stole my truck keys, and left me on the side of the road, miles from my house. Without hesitation, he picked me up, drove me to get spare keys, made sure I got home safely, and checked to make sure I was ok. No questions asked, no favors wanted in return. He is a great guy. His life has gotten out of his control, I’m only learning this now.

I’m sending all my positive thoughts to you and your family, J. Please make it home.