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We all cope with life in the best way we know how with the circumstances we've been given. There are horrendous things occurring for others, yet, because we are not in that situation, we can't comprehend what those others are going through. What is a big problem to one person may not be to another. If you take personalities into consideration too, one person may be able to cope with things better than another in one respect, but in another, if the situations are reversed, those people may...

OUT NOW!Russell has one thing left to do before he can leave work for home—except he doesn't get there until much, much later…Russell is a gravedigger. One night, while finishing the last dig of the day, something occurs that changes his whole life forever. Faced with the dilemma of either going to the police or remaining silent, he follows his instincts.On his way home from work, Toby intervenes in an argument—with grave consequences. After meeting Russell, they make their way to Toby's...

Bad hair days are one thing, but hair disasters are another. I've lost count of the times I've dyed my hair only for it to turn out yellow, green, or pink—the results of trying to change my hair from brown to blonde. Or the time I chose dark brown only for it to go black, which I quite liked but it didn't suit my skin tone.

Ummm... Bless you, lad.

Debra Staples of SynergEbooks once had lovely long hair down to her waist and visited the hairdressers to have it permed. Off she went, sat in the ...

This post will either have people pooping themselves along with me, or poo-pooing what I'm about to say and finding alternative explanations. I'm all for alternative explanations, by the way, but some things just can't be explained. Or they can, but having gone through some weird stuff lately and at other times in my life, I'm inclined to be a bit bias when it comes to the supernatural. As in, I believe in it.

This post was prompted by an email convo I'm currently having with a friend, who...

I read a blog post yesterday about a woman growing up with a gay father. She inspired me to write my own views on homosexuality. Basically, I don't care what people do in the bedroom. It's their business, and I'm of the opinion that we're here in this life to be happy. I've had this discussion with Hubby and my kids, and they all know if they're gay, it isn't a problem. Why? Because so long as they find love, with whatever gender, and they are happy, I don't care. Isn't that what we're meant ...

I feel like a rabid dog with the urge to bite…

After yesterday's writing stint, today sees me going back in and spreading out the info dump. Sometimes, when the plot is intricate, I like to write everything from the past in one go so all the information is down. The next day, or later down the road, I go back to the info dump and copy and paste bits into other parts of the book, therefore escaping too much backstory at once. I have a scene that needs writing at the start of chapter two, and I ...

Matt has been visiting the lake for time alone to sort through his feelings over the break-up with his ex, Jack. He feeds a heron, the only constant in his life, and ponders on the future. One day, a man appears and sits beside him. Thomas, who seems to understand Matt's inner turmoil.

 Accepting an invitation into Thomas' home on the other side of the lake, Matt discovers people aren't always what they seem…

Most of the time I don't think too deeply, because it hurts and makes me cry. I'm talking about the really deep stuff that once you start thinking one thing, it leads to others and before you know it, you're crying—or really want to—and the past opens up in your head and wreaks havoc. For the majority of my days, I keep everything inside, bottled up, firmly corked, and don't venture down 'that' road. But there comes a time when you plant a foot on that road and end up walking down it again...

The exercise regime is going well. I never thought I'd be an exercise-type person. I mean, the thought of jumping around and getting sweaty just didn't appeal, and I honestly didn't understand the fitness bug until I embarked on my mission to lose weight for good this year. Yep, I've tried it numerous times before, got to a reasonable size, then slipped back into my old ways, regaining the pounds I'd lost. Something clicked in my mind this past Christmas. My old habits had to change, and I...