Christie Palmer

Treating your Writing like a Career

So this last summer I had the amazing opportunity to attend RWA (Romance Writers of America) Annual Conference. And I learned so much, and met a host of other authors who were in the same boat as I was. Trying to make our writing stand out from the pack and make a living with our writing.

One session I attended said the following: ‘If you don’t treat your writing like a serious business, how do you expect anyone else to take is seriously.’

This struck a deep cord within me, and I realized I had been treating my writing like a hobby. Even with 4 books published I still haven’t been treating my writing as the business it should be.

So after I heard that I took a couple of months (I’m not kidding but I wish I were), to understand what that meant to me and my writing. I really believe this means something different to everyone. But for me I know without a shadow of a doubt that I have been treating my writing as a hobby because when I didn’t feel like doing any writing I just wouldn’t. If I felt boxed in with anything that had to do with writing I just walked away. Maybe that’s why I haven’t written anything in over a year….

But now what? Just recognizing that I am treating my writing like a hobby wasn’t enough, I needed to make some important changes in order to move from hobby to living.

CHANGE 1: creating a business mindset. I don’t know about you but when I am writing the last thing on my mind is business.

CHANGE 2: Carve out time during the week to deal with the business of my writing. Marketing, list building, social media, blogging. I have failed mightily in these areas in the last several years.

CHANGE 3: My writing has been mish mash for the last year, and if I want to make it a business I have to write. So I am carving time out of every day to write. Some day’s that means I am only writing for 15 min but at least I am getting words on a page.

CHANGE 4: Setting appropriate goals. ie: when I want my next book finished, how I will grow my email list, building a tribe a like minded writers. I know this one is tough because writing is such a solitary process but having like minded authors and readers will increase my reading base and accountability

CHANGE 5: Taking classes, and learning how to make my writing better. It’s always good to increase your knowledge base.

Wow reading through these kinda makes my head swim, but if I want to make my writing my business I have to treat it like it is.

Hope this helped out, if you are struggling with making your writing a business you are not alone. Let me know in the comments.

 

 

 

 

1st Ever Book Signing – My Thoughts

My 1st Ever Book Signing 

I was so nervous moving up to the event I was giving myself panic attacks. Being an author is a solitary so stepping out of my solitary world was difficult to say the least. I was worried I would be left be alone, a drift in a sea of people. That I would sit all alone, that nobody would even come up to my table. But that was far from the case.
First of all Stacy and the crew from Hastings were just amazing. They knew exactly what they were doing and had control of the Authors fair and the crowd. They did social media boots during the event to bring more people into the book fair and were 100% professional throughout. They walked among the crowd on the floor mingling with guests and authors always making sure everyone had everything they needed. It was a very well hosted event. My only drawback or irritation was the sound system wasn’t very good, but I don’t think Stacy or Hastings had any control over that.  I wish I had gotten pictures of Stacy and his wonderful crew. Lesson learned for next time.
As for my personal experience? As I mentioned earlier being an author is a very solitary job, and throwing myself out into a crowd like this book fair was terrifying to say the least. It felt like stage

diving and I wasn’t sure if there was going to be a crowd out there to catch me. Thank god there were!

I was so glad to meet so many author friends both new and old. And the friends and family that came to support me at my first event was overwhelming and filled my heart to near bursting. But the fans that came really touched my heart as well. You guys make the writing worthwhile. You guys make the stage diving worth the jump. 
My table at the book signing
Another view of me and my table!!
Me and a great friend who came to support me.

Here are some of the other great authors at the book signing with me:

Best Selling author: Lisa Bingham

Author: Kelli Ann Morgan

Author: Darby Briar
I honestly had such an amazing time. If you didn’t get a chance to make it to this event I will be signing books at another event. 

  • Upcoming Book Signing
    Location: Community United Methodist Church Holiday Boutique, Washington Terrace, 163 W 4800 S, Ogden, Ut.
    Date: November 13-14, 2015
    Time: Fri-1:00pm to 6:00pm & Sat-9:00am to 4:00pm

I will have awesome swag and everyone who buys a book will get a free coffee mug.

If you think you can’t wait for my next live event you can always order a signed copy of one of my books here.

Using Mythology in Current Writing

Using Mythology in Current Writing
Have you ever taken a writing class? I have, I’ve taken several, and besides the course’s where they give me writing prompts and critique’s, and grammar help. There always seems to be a prevailing tone that comes from the. “Write what you know?” if you are an author or an author want to be, you’ve heard this phrase. Now I’m a paranormal/sci-fi/fantasy/urban-fantasy author. And I like to think I’ve been around the block a couple of times but to be honest I haven’t run into many vampires, werewolves, reapers, or trackers, or anything else all that paranormal/sci-fi/fantasy. Although a couple of my past bosses could have passed for dragons, that’s a different blog post.
Anyway… what I’m getting at is writing what I know would probably bore my readers to tears. And it certainly wouldn’t sell any books. So that little bit of advice… honestly left me sitting on my hands for my twenties and most of my thirties.  Then I realized something. Write what you know? Is relative.
When writing fiction, you need to build a story on some type of foundation. That is where for me writing from Mythology comes in. I like to pull in an aspect of reality by threads of different types of Mythology.
How do I do this?
First of all, what is Mythology? Mythology is defined as collection of myths, especially one belonging to a particular religious or cultural tradition. So really what is a myth? A myth is a tradition or a story concerning the early history of a people or explaining some natural phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events. Can also be known as folk tales or folklore, fables, and or lore. Broken down within regions and tribes. This opens up so many different avenues for writers because the threads for plots are limitless. The only thing holding you back is your own imagination.

Mythology is by its own definition a collection of stories. Taking those stories and dissecting them and then retelling them is the ultimate in storytelling.
For my books, I have taken several myths from Greek Mythology, Atlantis Mythology, Biblical Mythology, and the storytelling and mythology of Dante’s Inferno. The greatest part of being an author and a storyteller is being able to combine the mythologies and stories to fit around my characters and imagination. I believe that is the muse of the modern day paranormal/sci-fi/fantasy author.
So when I am told: “Write what you know.” I go within and say. “What if?” and “How about?” and “Maybe if.” Because it’s not always about what you know, sometimes it’s about what you make-be-leave.



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Interview — Ryder

You voted and here it is, my interview with Ryder for Shadow Play. 

 I’m sitting in a nondescript coffee house in Salt Lake City, UT. (Beans & Brew). Because I’ve been told: “Just because you write the shit, doesn’t mean you are trustworthy to visit.” Which I find rather ironic. I mean I did write it didn’t I?

  So with that in mind I am waiting for Ryder, and I assume Kyra to come to me because I am not allowed to go The Staten. And again the irony of the situation is not lost on me. I’m sipping my favorite coffee, a Caramel Cielo and wondering briefly if meeting in a coffee house for a Tracker’s sense of smell isn’t a bad idea maybe I should have picked a book store or a park. But then I hear it the deep rumble of a motorcycle, you know the kind that you feel deep in your chest before your ears register the sound. And part of me wants to jump up and run to the windows. But I force myself to stay in my chair, I notice several of the women in the coffee house look up to appreciate the view, and I know it’s him. And I wonder for a second if I should have scoped out the back exit. After all, I wrote him, and I know how freaking dangerous he is.

  As the door opens and the air is displaced the first thing I realize about him is that he is so much bigger in real life. Like HOLY SHIT, he is larger than life! And I’m in awe, the next thing I notice is the way he scans the entire restaurant in one glance. I wonder if the other patrons realize that the larger than life guy that just walked in is capable of killing them with his bare hands.

  And Kyra is following him, and she is just as beautiful as he is out of this world. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the different smells. I can almost see her cataloging all the different smells and lives. And I wonder what I have created here. I lock eyes with Kyra, and she winks as she pushes past Ryder on her way to the counter and places an order. Once that is done they both make their way over to the booth, I am sitting in and Kyra slides in first the Ryder.

  Kyra gives me a large smile, “How are you today Christie?” she asks. I’m just speechless for a moment.

  “Are you mute?” Ryder finally asks, and I turn to him.

  “No.” I stumble. “I just can’t believe I’m sitting here. It’s a serial feeling.”

  Kyra laughs softly, “Tell us about it.”

  I nod, and motion to my notepad full of questions, “Um do you just want me to get started?”

  Ryder glares at my notepad and reaches over and grabs it, “Hey!” I say, he can’t just take things away from me I should be in charge. But he raises one eyebrow at me like I’m going to stop him, right?

  “My favorite color is black. I train in my spare time. My most important thing in the world is Kyra and my brothers. Favorite food is steak. Favorite drink is water. Shoe size? Seriously?” he rolled his eyes. Guess that means he wasn’t going to answer that one. “Music? I listen to whatever Kyra puts on my iPod. I don’t watch movies or TV. Scariest monster I have ever come across?” He sighed and rolled his eyes again. I think he might have gotten that trait from Kyra because she does that a lot. And I was getting sick to my stomach because this interview was not going the way I had planned. But luckily I was saved because the barrister called out their order, and he threw my notepad down on the table.

  Kyra grabbed it and looked at it, “Can I give you some advice?”

  “Please.” Because I needed all the help I could get at this point.

  “Stop letting him control the interview,” Kyra said with a smile. “He thinks he can intimidate you.” I look over at Ryder and then it’s me that’s rolling my eyes, “Have you seen the man? He’s like…” and I want to rest my head against the coolness of the tabletop.

  “Yes, I know,” Kyra says with a pat on my hand. “But take control, you can do it.” She pulls her hand away as Ryder returns with two coffee cups. One for himself and one for Kyra.

  “Ryder?” I say taking a deep breath, I use my mother tone, the one that makes my kids listen to me. “What kind of coffee are you drinking?” I ask.

  He blinked, which made me blink. “Eye Opener.” See I was expecting black. Surprise, surprise.

  “What do you do when nobody is looking?”

  Ryder: “Read.”

  Me: “What are you reading?”

  Ryder: “None of your business.”

  Kyra chuckled, and I knew I had to have this answer.

  Me: “You promised you would answer all my questions.”

  Kyra: “You did promise.”

  Ryder: “Did you know women are very hard to understand?”

  Me: “Matter of opinion.”

  Ryder: “Fact. I don’t understand women. I don’t think I ever will.”

  Me: “So you are doing something to rectify this?”

  Ryder shrugged, “Trying to figure you out. I tried some self-help books, but that was all bullshit. So I’ve been reading some romance novels.”

  My mouth fell open, actually fell open. Kyra reached over and closed it for me. “I think I might have heard you wrong. Can you please repeat that last part for me?”

  He speaks very slowly for me, “I said I have been ready romance novels in the hope of understanding women.” Kyra nodded as he spoke, and I turn to her. “I don’t understand what he is trying to accomplish.”

  Ryder looked at Kyra and then back to me, “See that’s because she is a woman. Women are complicated creatures. Ask Marcus he will agree, and he and Celeste are connected with a mind link.”

  Me: “Um not about to ask Marcus to explain women to me with Celeste sitting next to him.”

  Ryder grunts, “Yeah, pretty sure Celeste would kick your ass.” I can’t agree more.

  “Okay, so who are you currently reading?” I can’t wait to hear this. “Do you read paranormal? Chick-lit? Erotica?”

  Ryder looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, “I read all sorts of romance. I don’t pigeon hole myself to just one genre’. But I don’t read paranormal because it just pisses me off with how wrong they all get it.” I guess that makes sense.

  “So who are you currently reading?” I ask again. And I swear if Ryder was ever going to blush this was the time, but I don’t think Ryder is capable of blushing I just don’t think it’s in his genes.

  “His favorite at the moment is Nora Roberts,” Kyra explains, of course, everyone loves her I think. “Julie Garwood historical stuff” Another excellent author. “And Johanna Lindsay.”

  I’m pretty speechless, “So is it helping?”

  Kyra gives me a huge smile, and Ryder looks uncomfortable. “None of your business.”

  Me: “So you won’t say if you understand women better?”

  Ryder: “Women are still a mystery. Do you have any other questions?”

  I think for a moment not daring to even look at my notepad for help. “What do you want the fans to know about the Trackers?”

  Ryder: “Not a fucking thing.”

  Me: “Ouch, guess I walked right into that one.”

  Ryder gave me the first real smile since this interview started. And instead of reassuring me it sends chills down my spine.

  Me: “What are you and Kyra working on right now?”

  Ryder: “Secret mission, so if I told you I’d have to kill you.”

  I look from Ryder to Kyra, and they are both unreadable. Again the irony of the situation isn’t lost on me.

  Me: “You realize I’m the author here right?”

  Ryder: “Yup, but even you don’t know everything all the time. Sometimes we characters are building arc’s in the background while shit is happening in other places.” He winks at me and the chills I have increased tenfold.

  Me: “There sure are a lot of irons in the fire right now Ryder. The Tribunal is messing around right now. The Reapers are in a lot of trouble, and your brothers are getting more involved than ever.” I warn.

  Ryder: “Shit never goes the way it’s supposed to, does it, Christie.” He slides out of the booth and holds out his hand for Kyra.

  Kyra gives me a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Keep yourself safe and keep writing your stories because the real history needs to be written. Something the Druids forgot to do a long time ago.” I slide out of the booth, and Kyra wraps her arms around me, and the fear from seconds before is washed away.

  I extend my hand to Ryder, “Thank you for the interview, Ryder.”

  He looks from my hand to my face and then finally takes my hand. His hand is warm and large enveloping mine as he shakes, and then release’s it. I following them to the door and watch as they climb onto the large Harley they never look back as they pull away and drive off.

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Healthy Writer Wednesday – 09/09/2015 Try Something New

Healthy Writer Wednesday: Try Something New

  The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.

  This goes the same when working out and eating healthy. You’ve probably heard this before, and I’m not asking you to do something outrageously different. If you’ve read any of my Healthy Writer Wednesday posts you know I just want you to make small changes.

  So what is considered a small change? If you are only doing cardio? I want you to throw in some weight lifting. Now I don’t mean going into the weight lifting area of your gym and doing something that will make you so sore that you never want to look at another set of dumbbells for the rest of your life. No, I want you to start small. If you are doing 30 min. of cardio a day (which is what the American Heart Assoc. recommends) Then I want you to throw some light weights into the mix, like for the last ten minutes of your cardio work out I want you to do 5lb dumbbell curls. Or if you want you can venture into the weight room and do some upper body. Keep in mind you will want to do light weights. Do NOT jump into a weight lifting routine with heavy weights just because you have been doing cardio for the last six month. Over doing anything will only burn yourself out and leave you so sore you won’t be able to do anything. It’s about starting slow and then moving up to more heavy weights. You can download wonderful apps on your phone or print out great workouts from the internet. I love www.bodybuilding.com for ideas on different kinds of workouts. Another great resource for workouts is pintrest boards you can find fun and great works there as well. But don’t get stuck looking at workouts and forget that you actually need to do the workout.

 Another thing to keep in mind is stagnation. If you feel that your workout has stalled and isn’t going anywhere you need to try something else. This happens when you have been doing the same thing over and over again. I know this has happened to me before, I find something I like and do it until my body gets used to the exercise and I almost do it by memory. My body and my metabolism finds a way to work around it and I stop losing weight and I get tired again. It’s the definition of insanity, I am eating right and exercising like a crazy person. But I’m not losing any weight, you see it all the time at the gym and on the scale. So here are a couple of ideas to mix it up: (this is by no means a definitive list, and please before starting any exercise routine or something new check with your physician to make sure it is safe for you and your body.)

  • Try Zumba if you have never done it, it’s a fun and wonderful way to mix up your exercise routine.
  • Step class! Throw on that headband, step class isn’t just for hard core 1990’s spandex junky.
  • Try yoga, if you’ve never done yoga now is the time for lean strong muscle.
  • Bikram yoga. Hot, hot, hot yoga. Bring a towel and find a hot studio near you today.
  • Aerial yoga, and go weightless. Hang ten, or upside down. New craze sweeping through the nation.
  • Boxing anyone? Kick some ass to mix up your workout routine.
  • How about some Kickboxing, Tae-bo still a popular way to burn some extra calories.
  • Cycling either inside or out, it’s a blast. Get your but in a seat today.
  • Row Row Row your rowing machine. Find a rowing class today for a full body workout.
  • Swimming class isn’t just for the old. Dive into a swimming pool and swim yourself thin.
  • Cross fit – for those wanting a hard core fitness experience.

  Changing it up, sends a signal to your body and metabolism do something different and you will burn more calories. Your body is amazing like that. And who knows you might find something you love and enjoy.

  Let me know if you find something new and exciting I am always looking for something new and interesting. 

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My Opinion Monday – 09-07/2015 Bestseller List

My Opinion Monday – Superstar Status or making the Bestsellers Lists

  So I’ve been asked recently about making the bestseller’s lists. And like every writer out there I have some strong opinions about it. Now don’t get me wrong, like ever writer I want to make the bestsellers lists and if a writer or author tells you different they are lying to you. It’s human nature to want to be the best. We would never have climbed out of the swamps if we hadn’t wanted to better ourselves.

  So yes I want to make the bestsellers list, I want to be able to put on the covers of my novels that I am a bestseller. But more than that when I sit down in front of my computer and it’s just me and my words, me and my imagination, me and the characters I write? I want to touch people, I want to know that in some way my writing is making a difference. Because authors have done that for me, books have touched me in a way that make me a better author. Books have opened my imagination, built a fire in my imaginary world to such extremes I can do nothing but write.

  But back to the bestsellers list. There are several lists: The New York Times, USA Today, Amazon Top 100, Barnes and Noble Top 100, Publishers Weekly Bestseller, NPR, even the Wall Street Journal has a bestseller list. These are all nationally polled lists and the majority if not all the authors on these lists are published via large publishing companies. I am a humble indie-published writer, does that mean I will never be a bestseller? Hell no! I am working my butt off writing my stories. Publishing my books, not to become a bestseller specifically but to get my stories told. Being a bestseller would be a wonderful, spectacular, life affirming perk. But that’s all it would be a perk. It won’t change how I write or why I write.

  Better than a bestseller? Fans telling me how much they love my books, fans telling me my books helped them, fans telling me that reading my books motivated them to write their own books. Now that would be awesome!

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Snippet Sunday — 09-06-2015

Well it’s Snippet Sunday and I agonized over what I should do. Should I do something from a past novel or from book 4…
And lucky lucky you I have decided to share a little of book 4 with you.

Hunter looked down the dark hallway and swallowed the past the urge to break the man in half. Treachery was wrapped around the Guardian and he wanted nothing to do with him but to throw him into a pit in the ninth level of the Infernos. First though he would need to get whatever he was betraying and turn it over to Dante. Then the bastard belonged to him.
Hunter checked behind several doors but found nothing interesting. James finally pushed past him, “Last door, dumbass.” James snapped, pushing past him. Hunter was going to enjoy making James scream.
Hunter followed him into the last room and stopped short. “Who is she?”
“None of your business.” James spat.
Hunter grabbed the Guardian and pinned him up against the wall, “Who is she?” he growled.
James sputtered his eyes wide. “I’m not telling you. She belongs to me. I will only tell Dante.”
It took everything Hunter had not to shake the hell out of him, or kick the shit out of him. But Dante had sent him to answer the Reaper call. So few people used the damn think anymore.
Hunter threw James to the floor and walked to the bed, the woman looked unharmed. She was beautiful, light skinned and blonde nearly white hair curled around her face. There was something very light about her. Hunter couldn’t place her Other side. But she was light if he ever saw it. He growled and turned back to James, “Are you her Guardian?” he demanded.
James had pulled himself to his feet, “I refuse to say anything else. I will only answer to Dante now.”
“You’re an idiot.” Hunter told him. He picked up the woman gently and turned back to James as he started to argue and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Without warning he Flashed them to the Infernos.

James landed on his knees, which was a good place for him to be. 


I hope you enjoyed Snippet Sunday!!


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ReWind Friday — Shadow Play

Well it’s Re-Wind Friday and since Shadow Play is free for a limited time on Amazon I thought I would give you all a taste of what you can expect if you ran out and got your copy.
Seriously you don’t want to miss this sale. Now I may be bias because I wrote the damn thing… lol but don’t just take by word for it here are some of the reviews:

The characters themselves, in their own rights, were absolutely wonderful as well. Marlee was your typical smart-mouthed, kick-butt, catsuit wearing (you’ll understand the irony of that once you meet her) bombshell, but there is so much more to her than that. Simon’s unbreakable devotion was both adorable and heartbreaking, especially because of the future it held for him.

— Marked by Books

This was a fantastically unique read. The characters were also really well defined and described. Kyra is a female lead to look up to

— Lauren Johnson 

Definitely, found a new favorite author in Christie Palmer and her new book Shadow Play. Absolutely, enjoyed it. For a debut novel it’s very, very good. There better be more Tracker stories coming, whether it be the brothers by themselves or the supporting characters who were all very good too. Loved Marcus, Max, and Marlee. (you know what? They deserve their own stories to, even the Reapers. They were kind of funny sometimes.)A definite must read.

–DivaC


So here is the teaser I promised you enjoy.

“What are you?” the man asked.
“What are you?” Kyra threw back.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Nightmare isn’t the category she would put him in. His voice resonating deep in her chest. The saner side of her brain marked him dangerous as hell, but she wouldn’t classify him in the nightmare category.
Kyra let the corners of her mouth turn up. “Cliché’ much? Besides I’ve been told something similar before but …” She raised a palm to the sky in a shrug. “I just don’t seem to scare easily.”
“I’m really going to enjoy killing you,” the woman snarled.
“I could say the same to you.” Kyra didn’t even turn to look at the woman, keeping all her attention on the large man several feet away.
Kyra hated to disappoint the woman, but she didn’t have any plans on dying today, or any other day. Instead Kyra pulled her gun out from behind her and pointed it at the woman, her eyes steady on the man.
“My silver bullets say otherwise, sweetheart, so back the hell off.”
The Lycan bared her teeth. “I don’t believe you.” She glared at Kyra before exchanging a look with the man they shared a moment of silent conversation before the Lycan stepped back still growling.
Kyra heard the growl and shook her head as she pulled the trigger, planting a bullet into the dirt within an inch of the Lycan’s left hand. The show of dominance died a quick death as the Lycan realized Kyra did, in fact, have silver bullets in her gun. When you dealt with immortals of all kinds on a daily basis, you always came prepared for a fight. Silver could hurt and kill a substantial number of Others. Kyra refused to shoot any other kind of bullet.
“Short leash,” Kyra said, again wanting to keep the Lycan on edge because she didn’t yet understand the man in front of her. She needed to keep the pieces of this puzzle moving, and keeping the Lycan pissed would be a good start. As long as she kept the pieces moving, she had different plans for escape. Once the pieces stopped moving, she hoped to be in an advantageous position.
“Kill her now,” the Lycan snarled between her teeth. Kyra wondered if she would start foaming at the mouth soon if the man didn’t make a move of some kind.
“Are you the one who has been killing the women?” he asked Kyra using a voice which bounced off the inside of Kyra’s skull, making her want to run screaming into the woods. She blinked refocusing on the man in front her. What the hell? She wanted to spill her guts about everything she had seen in her mind’s eye since arriving in the cursed place. Kyra shook her head again and blinked. Clamping her mouth shut around her traitorous tongue, drawing blood in the process.
“What are you?” Kyra asked, her voice sounding weak even to her.

“I’m the one asking the questions. And if you’ll remember, I only ask once. So if you want to answer my questions, now would be a good time.” 


Hoped you enjoyed the teaser! Now run out and buy your copy. Here is the link.  Amazon 

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What I Learned Wednesday: Airport Security

What I’ve learned from going through Security at the Airport.

 So I’m not the most well-traveled person in the world. But I have traveled outside of the USA several times. And I’ve traveled through my fair share of airport security, and here is what I’ve learned.

  • You can’t avoid airport security so suck it up buttercup you’re going to have to put your items in that cold little tub and walk through the x-ray machine like everyone else.
  • The security people typically don’t like you either. They deal with hundreds (if not more) of people a day. Do you honestly think YOU are special?
  • Speaking in code, regardless of the reason, is a bad idea when standing in a security line. (If you would like the back story please ask me next time you see me in person. I think it’s hysterical, my husband not so much.)
  • Speaking as a person of olive skin color I get searched 8 out of 10 times. My husband an Irish gentleman, gets waved through… Am I upset? NO I’m happy that the flight I am on is secure. End of story.
  • The x-ray machine?!?! I’m just happy someone wants to see me in all my glory.
  • Baggage fee’s suck. (Okay this might just be a pet peeve but seriously, really airlines? ReallY?)

 In a nutshell? I am super nice to the security at the airport, they have to deal with a lot of sh!t. I can’t begin to imagine what their jobs are like and I know I would HATE to do that job. I just know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Just one person complaining about taking their shoes off and I would beat them to death with that plastic tub. Let’s see you make your flight now.

 The Airport is its own world, why make it worse by messing with security!

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Friday ReWind — How I New I wanted to be a Writer


When I knew I wanted to be a writer…

originally published: Sept. 24, 2014


  After writing for so long you would think it would be hard to pin-point exactly when I knew I wanted to be a writer. I didn’t always want to be writer, in fact I had a reading disability when I was young. Going back and asking a young Christie if being a writer is something I would have wanted to be it wouldn’t have been on my radar until—I was in my teens and I read a certain trilogy. A trilogy I didn’t like — I loved, and twenty years later I still love this trilogy. 

  But here is the thing I might have loved the trilogy, but I detested the ending.
  How can you love a set of three books but detest the finally? Ohh, it’s so easy look at the books on the market today. Twenty years ago it was a very rare, but today not so much.
  Anyway back to my story, hated the ending. So at fourteen I sat down and put pencil to paper (no really, pencil and paper no computer, no pen) and I wrote a new story. About how the hero and the heroin found each other and had a happy ever after. Because dammit that is how it’s supposed to end up!!!
  And that is how it started. That was how the seed was planted, my imagination door in my mind sprung open and I haven’t ever been able to close it. And frankly I never wanted to close it.
  Every once in a while I will pull that story out and read it, I do have several collector versions of that trilogy and it will always be one of my favorites. For starting something inside of me, and for just being a damn good story.

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