It's 5:00am...I have my coffee, Song For Whoever by Oomph! is playing. Dante my demon cat is curled up on the desk by my monitor purring, the Grim Reaper has his scyth pointed at my head and my Voodoo Doll is staring at me with his beady red eyes.

What am I doing up at this ungodly hour? School is out, the kids are sleeping and I have several hours of uninterrupted quiet bliss to play with my muse before the hustle and bustle of the day rears its head...or at least I THINK I do.

My toes have just become the main course of a very determined 6 week old kitten. Not what I was expecting this early in the morning. I pick up the little monster, pet it a bit and feed it hoping that will keep its attention away from me.

It did...for all of five minutes. I have become the target of the day. It follows me when I grab another cup of coffee and has decided that my desk is THE hang out for interesting things to bite. My 20 year old is so in for it when she gets home.

Now how am I supposed to work when instead of seeing the beady red eyes of my voodoo doll staring at me, I see the funny little face of this squirming bundle of fur. It is purring...Loudly, looking at me with it's cute little eyes and mewing for attention. Resistance is futile. Her name shall no longer be Nina...It is Borg Monster. 

Ah well...sometimes you need to take a little time away from your normally scheduled routine just to play with the Borg.

I'm a firm believer in the 'everything happens for a reason' philosophy.  Even though it's a mantra I repeat to myself each time I need to find my cup half-full moment, the cup half-empty syndrome may rear its ugly head for a short time.  I'm obsessively positive to the great annoyance of those who love me anyways, so the fact that something can agitate me for a very long time is unusual.

Aging is one such thing that highly annoys me and a certain milestone coming up has spiraled my normal smiling face into a 'who is that looking at me in the mirror' mode.  I have never acted my age, and still occasionally get carded by the rare person who must need glasses or just came off an all-night bender, but my brain hasn't caught up with my actual age yet.

Normally we don't write reviews for our clients, but being avid readers we like to give a shout when something intrigues us. Shiloh Walker's new release, Through The Veil should pique your interest as it did ours. 
 
At night, Lee Ross was plagued by dreams of monsters in a realm that was in decay and a warrior by her side fighting the demons that were destroying the world he lived in. With each new day, Lee would wake up battered and torn from the fighting in her dreams and haunted by a man who shouldn't be real.
 
Kalen had a world to protect. As the leader of the resistance it fell on his shoulders to bring his people together and destroy the evil that passed through the veil. With Lee by his side permanently, he knew they had a chance to defeat the demons invading his world.
 
For years Kalen waited for Lee to realize that she belonged in the Under Realm. The resistance needed her fully, not a part time warrior who showed up for a couple of hours in the night only to disappear without a trace. Her on again off again existence in his world both helped and hurt the people he was trying to protect. Either she gave herself to them fully or she could stay in her rose colored world permanently.
 
Scorching hot and vividly detailed, THROUGH THE VEIL will leave your heart pounding in fear of evil creatures and breathless with the desire for your own dream warrior. I want to know if YOU stayed up all night reading like I did.
 
Find out more about Through The Veil at Shiloh's Website: http://www.shilohwalker.com   

I'm not much of a blogger, but every Mother's Day I try to think of something unique to give to the woman who inspires me more than anyone on this earth.  All her life she has given positive encouragement to everyone she knows and she deserves a tribute, like so many mothers who give unselfishly to those they love.  Happy Mother's Day, Mom :)

I'm thankful for many things, but most of all, I'm thankful for my mother.  She challenged each of us to be the best we can be, dream big, and then go after that dream because you can do anything you want... if you want it so bad you can feel it with a sense of excitement that can't be denied.

I see dreams come to fruition every day and I think about what sets those apart who reach their goals.

You can dream and keep it to yourself, but to reach a goal, you need to vocalize your dream.  What fun is it to have aspirations and not have support from those who mean the most to you?

So, how do you gain support of your dream so you have time to work toward it?  Dreams don't come true without hard work, so time is always an obstacle.